Rape and Flannel
Rape and Flannel
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Rape and Flannel
By Katherine Gibbons AmoreArite@yahoo.com
Rough hands on his neck pressing his face against the cold
metal slab that served as the bed in his little glass cell of insanity.
but whether it was that no one was around or that his cries were just taken for
the ravings of a madman, no one came. He
tried to move- kick, bite, scratch, anything just to get away.
Laughter ringing harsh in his ears.
Saying the rich boy was going to get his, that his money couldn’t save
him now. And for the first time since
the meteor shower Lex felt sick, felt the burn of bile in his throat.
Fingers in the waistband of his pants and he was screaming
again, screaming no over and over.
Something like a breeze blew passed him, there was the sound
of something hitting the nearby wall.
The weight over Lex was gone.
He tumbled off the cold metal to the floor.
fell and crawled until he hit a corner and could go no further.
trying to become as small as possible.
Squeezed his eyes shut foolishly wanting to believe that if he couldn’t
see them then they couldn’t see him.
Footsteps behind him and his heart beat frantically.
Hands pulled him from his corner. He was too frightened to
notice how careful the grasp was.
Couldn’t hear the calming words over the blood pounding in his ears.
against the arms holding him. Couldn’t
budge them, so he turned and hit the guy.
Cursing and pounding his fists against the broad chest till his voice
was hoarse and his knuckles were bleeding.
Slumped against the body holding him.
Felt flannel against his cheek and finally relaxed realizing whose arms
he was in.