It Started With A Wrong Number ✯

2. Mommy Dearest

I quickly pull the covers up and pretend to be asleep.

Maybe I can get out of a beating.

I hear her stomp up the stairs. I try to keep my breathing even, and my expression peaceful. I force my muscles to relax, and go limp.

My bedroom door slams open. I hear no noise after. Is she just standing there? Sneaking up on me? I don't take the risk and try squinting.

"No," Mom whispers, anger in her voice. "Fag or not, it's still a living thing. I won't cross that line. Not yet at least."

More fear shoots through me. Won't cross what line yet? Oh god, she wouldn't rape me, would she?! Well, she hasn't brought home another client in a while...

What if Mom does rape me one day? An image of her holding me down and using me flashes through my mind. Tears well up in my eyes. I want my first time to be special, with someone I truly love.

A pillow is suddenly pressed against my face. I feel Mom's weight on the edge of the bed as she holds the pillow against my mouth. With my lungs not getting enough air, my body starts struggling on its own.

"Hold still," Mom hisses, straddling me.

I gasp, trying to get the needed air in my lungs. Eventually, she stops and gets off me. She drops the pillow on the floor and walks back to the door.

Mom sends me a glare. "Be thankful I didn't do more."

Then she turns and slams the door.  I hear her footsteps going back down the stairs. She'll probably get out the wine and get drunk again.

I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding. My fear doesn't leave completely, but it fades.

I pull my phone out again. Pedo Bear texted me twenty times. I wish he was really concerned, that he cared about me, but I bet he just wants someone to keep himself entertained. No one cares about me.

I do like texting him though. It gives me something else to keep my mind occupied, something different than my daydreams. I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

Pedo Bear: Favourite time of day?

Pedo Bear: Hey, AH, don't start ignoring me now.

Pedo Bear: I was having fun talking with you.

Pedo Bear: Where's my favourite helicopter?

Pedo Bear: Come on, don't leave me hanging.

Pedo Bear: Is favourite time of day too personal?

Pedo Bear: What about favourite food?

Pedo Bear: Do you prefer white meat or dark meat?

Pedo Bear: Please answer. Don't leave me alone, my family holds horrible conversations.

Pedo Bear: Pwease, AH. I already like talking to you. (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

Pedo Bear: Hey AH

Pedo Bear: AH, hey

Pedo Bear: Hey, hey, AH

Pedo Bear: Hey, AH

Pedo Bear: Hey, AH, AH, hey, hey, AH

Pedo Bear: Answer, dammit (｀_')ゞ

Pedo Bear: AH

Pedo Bear: Hey

Pedo Bear: Hey, AH

Pedo Bear: hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

Me: Sorry

Pedo Bear: Finally!（⌒▽⌒）

Pedo Bear: Where were you?

Me: Family issue

Me: What's AH mean?

Pedo Bear: Attack Helicopter, duh

Me: And what's with all the texts?

Pedo Bear: ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Pedo Bear: Hey, so what if this is just our thing. No one else has to know. Texting each other is our little secret? Don't tell family, friends?

Me: OK.

Me: It's not like I have any family or friends to tell anyway.

Pedo Bear: Really? Why not?

Me: Your level of trust is not high enough. You must be trust level 100 to unlock this response.

Pedo Bear: Dude, are you OK? Like mentally?

I hesitate. In truth, no, I'm not OK. But I don't know who I'm texting. What if it's someone who knows me, and they find out who I am, and then they tell the world anything I tell them?

Me: ... yeah, I'm fine.

Pedo Bear: Are you sure? You can tell me. I swear on my life, I won't tell anyone. I'll delete the text after I read it soon one can see it.

Me: I'm fine.

Me: I promise.

Pedo Bear: ... OK (._.)

Me: Look, I should probably get some sleep for hell tomorrow. Bye.

Pedo Bear: Aw... (◞‸◟) Bye.

I tuck my phone under my pillow again, and lie on my back, staring at the ceiling.

Soon, sleep overtakes me.