Chapter 53 Cole
Blinking, I open my eyes, not sure what’s happening. My tummy hurts, and so does my head. Peeking around, I can’t understand how I’m in a car. Not when I’m supposed to be making cookies with Papa.
“Daddy?” I whimper, unable to see the front seat. I’m not in my booster seat, and my daddies always make sure I’m in it.
“Shut up, brat,” a woman’s voice yells from the front seat.
Fear chokes me. It’s the mean nanny. I don’t like her. Shaking my head, I sniffle and scream, “I want my daddies!”
“I told you your daddies would get rid of you. You should have behaved better. Like keeping your mouth shut. Keep talking and you’ll regret it even more.”
I shake, pressing myself against the seat.
I’ve tried being quieter. Why did my daddies give me away?
Mommy left too. I press my hands to my face, trying to stop all the noises from getting out of me.
Even though I don’t like the mean nanny, I don’t want to be left alone in a hole with spiders.
She told me that’s what she’d do if I didn’t behave.
She turns up the volume of the radio while I try to cry silently. I have to pee, but I don’t say anything. I just want my daddies. I don’t understand this.
It feels like forever before the car comes to a stop, and I’m dragged out of the car as I stumble to keep on my feet. I hurt as I land in front of some man I don’t recognize.
“Here’s the fucking brat. You owe me double for even taking this job.”
The man doesn’t say anything, he just stares down at me instead. He’s scarier than she is. Even though he hasn’t said a word, I don’t like how he looks.
“You’ll get what’s coming to you,” he finally says, waving the woman away before looking down at me again. “And you…you’d better be on your best behavior. Because I know exactly how to take care of young boys who don’t listen.”
Suddenly, warmth spreads in my private area, and I shake as the man curses, jumping back. I go to say sorry, but I can’t speak. All the words are gone. I peed my pants like a little baby again. The nanny warned me. And now this man is too.
I don’t know what he’s going to do to me, if it would be the hole or not, but all I want are my daddies. Maybe they’ll come for me. Maybe if I’m good for this man, they’ll want me back.
I promise to behave, Daddies… I promise.
To be continued…