DESMOND
Lionel Henri Holland
I’m still kind of high off the talk Wes and I had with Noah. It’s been a fun week hanging out with the two of them. I imagine under different circumstances Noah might think Wes and I were coming off a little unbearable but since it’s been such a long struggle to get here, I imagine it’s more relieving than anything.
I’ve actually spent most of the last few days looking for an internship to occupy me during the summer. I also decided to reapply for USC. I got in just fine last time so it should be no problem. I’ll still be away from Wes but there’s a good chance Noah will end up at USC too and that’s good enough for me.
The two of them left early this morning to finish setting up for their grad party tonight. I thought about joining them but instead I’ve been out taking pictures of the city just to have something recent to stick in my portfolio.
I told Wes I’d come by the party when it starts to die down and we can have a little bit of fun. I definitely intend on
getting drunk this time. I wanna know what getting fucked while I’m drunk feels like.
After, I’ve gotten a decent amount of photos, I head home for the day. I get to the door and punch in the code to disarm the alarm system but it looks like I’ve forgotten to turn it on again.
On my way home, Noah got back to me about me asking if he’d borrowed my bong. No surprise he says it’s in his room. I head up the stairs and toward his room. Once I get to the hallway I hear shuffling coming from the theater room. I remember dad said he’d be home for graduation but it seems strange he wouldn’t have let us know he was back in town.
I head for the theater room and peak my head inside. I don’t see anyone and I wonder if maybe I’m just hearing things.
Moments after I turn back to head towards Noah’s room, a hairy arm wraps tightly around my chest and I feel a large chubby body press against mine. My breaths shorten and my heart starts to race as I feel the cold steel of a blade against my neck. Instinctively, I grab at his forearm, though I’m fully aware that he’s much stronger than me.
My eyes flicker frantically around the room, hopelessly looking for someone or something to save me. I found nothing. His hot cigarette breath creeps down my neck as he begins to speak.
The stench and the noise of this psychopath drives me to near insanity. This bald dying creature that haunts me with his violence and anger. Like Desmond. Much of this is a manipulation of my memory but the pain lingers until just like a meaningless relationship, it’s gone.
In an instant I hear a rumbling as a swarm of police officers rush into my bedroom. Three officers apprehended the abuser as I regain control of my body. Even knowing he’s gone, I can’t bring myself to move. I put my hand to my head and feel a small gash from the impact with the bowl sink. I slam my hand angrily and pathetically to the floor and wince in pain as I cut myself on a shard of stone from the sink. I bury my hands into my face and begin to wail in misery thrashing hopelessly at the ground. I can’t stop myself from trembling in pain. I work up the nerve to pull up my pants, giving no effort to clean the dried semen from my ass. I struggle to get up but I fall right back to the ground, trying desperately to breathe through my sobs.
When I’ve calmed from the assault, an officer takes photos of my wounds for evidence and I tell them I would inform Noah of the assault. Officer Sergento, collects the evidence and takes note that my bruises indicate on-going abuse. He
tells me to call him and come to the station to press charges for the assault when I’ve recovered.