Chapter 14 Not Real
They’d surrounded the bed where I lay as my uncle contained the bleeding from my hand, cleaning the wound and wrapping it tight. I’d lost time here and there. I looked up at the canopy, and the world swirled. The headache reverberated. My upper body lifted as I gagged hard, but nothing came up.
“Help… me,” I whispered, not sure of my actions, unable to differentiate my thoughts from what’d I’d voiced. Something was very wrong with me. Had I told him I needed a doctor? “I need help.” It was a very light whisper.
“You’re fine. Your hand is going to be fine. Just relax,” Uncle said to me.
The mattress dipped on my left because of the monster who’d climbed onto the bed. It’s not real. He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled down my jeans and underwear. Not real. Not real. Not real. Not real. Not real. Not real, I thought, trying to calm the panic taking over me.
“That’s right, Killian, it’s not real,” my uncle said, with a smile, and pushed my hair back. “You’re safe.”
I hadn’t known I’d voiced my thoughts.
A cold breeze swept over my naked body, once again proving to me I wasn’t hallucinating.
I didn’t want this to be real. I didn’t want to be exposed for them to see.
With my other hand, I felt around my chest then on my private parts to see if I was really naked …
Laughter from several of them replaced the silence.
Embarrassment overwhelmed me before the prick at my neck made my eyes flutter closed.
My body and mind had already been through too much stress.
When I woke, I found the monster over me, touching me, but no matter how much I fought, I could not move.
Tears trailed from my eyes down my temples. I couldn’t take the body-shattering pain.
“My beautiful boy. Soon, you’ll be all mine. Only mine. I know it hurts, but you’ll grow to enjoy it.”
I struggled on each breath, and despite whatever it was they’d injected into me and what he was doing to me, it all connected in my memory. I didn’t want to face the fact that this was not the first time. It was all too familiar, like a moment of déja vu.