Bob pushed him a couple times and Jonathan got more impulse in his swing,
making the almost rusty chains creak. He had been taking that kid to the
park almost all the afternoons, as he promised, playing an hypocrite daddy's
role. Tenderness and an unnatural love made him reach the child's heart. He
was for sure the only human being who enjoyed Bob's company.......he
couldn't see beyond his sweet surface. He was masked.
The park was totally desert, without little kids' voices floating in the air
as free spirits. It seemed like even the birds and the bugs had left the
place....as if they could "smell" his sick intentions too. Noticing that
nobody was around. Plants were mute witnesses. His insane mind flew towards
places that only could exist in Hell. He fantasized how it would be....how
it would be to drag him towards a green bed made of bushes and stela his
innocence there.....and if he struggled, to take his life away too. Two or
three minutes squeezing his throat would be enough....he could imagine
himself, inventing an story about how a tall man ( "no, I couldn't see his
face, he hit the back of my head...") kidnapped the kid ("no, I can't
remember the number plate of the car, officer....") Chilling thoughts that
he tried to ignore, knowing that he never would reach such extremes......or
he would?
The cold wind hit his tanned skin, making him shiver, and the sun was hiding
too, shy. Or afraid of Bob. He tried to squeeze into a swing, but he
couldn't. As Jonathan said, giggling , " It's not to big people! You're
gonna break it!" Yeah. He was right. Just to small bodies. Small, warm and
soft bodies not ready to be touched and tasted.
5:30 p.m It was too late to stay in the park, but not too late to continue
with the fun. Bob's sick fun. The kid's dad trusted blindly in him, so he
wasn't a problem in this moment to give free rein to his lowest feelings.
......and Michelle? Where she would be right now? Probably being fondled in
somebody's couch......he really didn't cared. That sex toy was getting old.
And he had found the perfect replacement. A beautiful, small and innocent
replacement.
"Well....." He stopped Jonathan's swing holding the chains of the swing. He
lookd up at the man, knowing that the fun was over and it was time to get
back to his shadowy house. "It's time to go home."
He didn't moved, his face showing his dissapointment.
"Come on!....Is your butt glued to the swing?" Bob joked, laughing. The kid
nodded. "There's chocolate ice cream in my house! But........" Bob added,
indifferent "..if you don't want....:"
"Sure I want!" Jonathan screamed, laughing and jumping off the swing. It was
so cool! Not for the ice cream......that wasn't so important......to pospone
the torture to go back to his so called home at least 1/2 hour and enjoy
some minutes of happiness....what was the cool thing!
Bob lifted him up to celebrate his joy. "WOW!" His eyes widened, with fake
surprise. "You're heavy!" His hand made contact with the naked and soft skin
of his leg. It was cold. That white tshirt with a smiley Mickey Mouse, so
small that prolly wouldn't fit in Michelle's dolls, the ones she never
played it because her innocence was gone so earlier.....that shirt.....Bob
remembered he had a similar one too, when he was a kid with his innocence
totally smashed by his own dad.....that shirt and those dirty blue shorts
obviously didn't kept Jonathan warm enough. He rubbed his leg to warm it up.
"Let's go home" He said, and inhaled deeply the child's soft essence.
Stolen Innocence- part 4