Odd Ball Out by Winter Woods Read Free Book Online

me.
     
    MORGAN: I can imagine it wasn’t easy for anyone, least of all you
     
    HADEN: no. So anyway, I was 15 and interviewing yet another group of potential care providers, well, sitting there anyway. It was between two women. I chose Mallory’s mom because she was a minute earlier than the other lady even though they were both over 10 minutes early. In my head that made sense. It was quantifiable.
     
    MORGAN: I understand
     
    HADEN: do you know what the name Mallory means?
     
    MORGAN: no, what?
     
    HADEN: bad luck
     
    As soon as I heard the gasp and felt Morgan stiffen I thought he wouldn’t understand. But it didn’t matter now. I had to tell him the rest.
     
    HADEN: little did I know she had a plan. A plan to cry rape from the violent autistic kid after getting herself knocked up
     
    MORGAN: oh god, Haden, that’s awful
     
    HADEN: no, that’s not that bad
     
    MORGAN: ?
     
    HADEN: because that means I was willing
     
    I see the dawning realization of horror in his eyes and just push through
     
    HADEN: my parents left me with just her for a whole weekend while they were on a trip
     
    HADEN: the rest really isn’t good Morgan, suffice it to say I wasn’t willing
     
    MORGAN: but… how…?
     
    HADEN: that’s the bad part
     
    I didn’t know if I should tell Morgan or not. I didn’t think he’d hold it against me or anything like that, I just didn’t want him to have that stuff in his head. It’s like a gory scene in a movie that gets suck right at the front of your brain and you can’t get it out. I didn’t want that for Morgan.
     
    I looked in his eyes and I saw concern but also determination. I’m not sure what he was determined to accomplish exactly. Then he started typing again.
     
    MORGAN: I want to know what happened to you. I want to understand. I know it will be bad and that part I cringe at just imagining… but I don’t want you to have to shoulder it alone. I’m guessing you’ve never told anyone exactly what happened even though I’m sure your mom has to have some idea. I want to know you and I want you to know me. So if you want, I’ll share with you too.
     
    HADEN: she’d been here about a year. Familiar with my schedule, knew all of my quirks. Somehow she drugged me and when I woke up that night I was tied up spread eagle naked on my bed
     
    I felt bile rise in my throat and could feel how rigid Morgan was. I started typing again but my fingers fumbled a lot.
     
    HADEN: she’d brought stuff to use on me, in me
     
    My expression was haunted as our gazes met while Morgan’s was furious. His anger gave me courage and strength to keep going.
     
    HADEN: before then, I’d had wet dreams but never thought much of them. Sometimes it would be hard in the morning but after I’d use the toilet it was normal again. I never felt any desire to… use my hand as you so eloquently put it.
     
    I watched Morgan choke out an amused chuckle but it was short lived when his eyes found mine again.
     
    HADEN: well what she did hurt bad at first
     
    I saw Morgan gasp and bite his lip, tears brimming. Seeing how much he cared… I felt my own dam starting to crumble and knew I needed to just finish this
     
    HADEN: it hurt a lot at first, then it didn’t hurt as much, then something inside me made it feel good. Between her hands and mouth and what she was doing in my ass she got me hard. As soon as she’d try to get on me I’d go soft again. So she had to figure out how to keep me stimulated while on me. She got creative with a fake plastic thing. That was the first time. It was about a month later when it happened again. It was 4 months before she got what she wanted. Pregnant. Then she cried rape to my parents. They bought her off after only after she had the baby and she signed over her parental rights. So I had a kid at 16 years old after I’d been raped five times. No, my mom doesn’t know exactly what happened just that I hate Mallory’s mother.
     
    MORGAN: can I hold you