~~~~Chapter 3~~~~
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It was one night at the "Bandhouse", that is what we called it - The Bandhouse, and I couldn't sleep. Mom used to come and rub my back when I couldn't get to sleep so I went off to find her. Her usual room was just down the hall from me, but she wasn't there. The bed didn't even looked slept in. I looked at her clock. It was 3am. I wandered around trying to find her, there were a lot of bedrooms. I heard some noise at one door and I stopped to listen. Mom was calling out Lou's name and moaning, begging him to do it. Now, of course, I know now what they were doing, but at the time I didn't. I was 12 after all. I knocked on the door and called out to her. "Mom, are you alright?" "Nicky?" She answered, a bit frustrated sounding. She opened the door just a little and stepped out holding her housecoat closed. "What is it Nicky?" I told her I couldn't sleep and she took me back to my room. "Now listen up Nickolas, I want you to do whatever Lou asks you. He is doing us a big favor and you need to be polite and helpful." She had never called him Lou before. "Were you with Mr. Pearlman just now?" She stopped rubbing my back. "We were talking. I couldn't sleep either, hun." "Was he hurting you?" "What?" She sounded surprised. "You sounded like you were crying or something." She wacked me across the shoulder blades. "You never mind what it sounded like. We were talking." I felt tears hit my cheek again. Why was she doing this to me all of a sudden? A few nights later we were staying at the house again. I had forgot my pajamas or didn't think I would need them or something. I forget now. It's not important. I was in my room taking off my jeans when Lou walked in. I didn't notice him at first, not until I turned around and saw him practically drooling. I was confused. I mean, I didn't know about these kinds of things at all. I didn't know what would happen. I didn't know. I tried to put my pants back on and Lou said no and handed me a bag. "Your mom told me you didn't have any pjs tonight, so I bought you these." I looked in and and saw a pair of yellow pajamas. Used to be my favorite colour. Every see me wear yellow? Not hardly ever after this. I tossed the bag on the bed and looked at the floor. What now? "Put them on." Lou said quietly. "I don't want to right now." I studied my socks intently. "Please put them on Nicky." He sounded a little more forceful this time. I grabbed the bag and headed out the door to the bathroom. "No Nicky. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the room. "Change here." I tried to keep turned away from him while I changed. The pajamas were a pair with short sleeves and short pants. I buttoned the top up and turned around. Lou breathed in deeply. "They fit wonderfully." He put his arms out to me. "Come here Nicky." I went over to him and he pulled me in his lap. I squirmed a little bit and he moaned softly. "Nicky. I want you to think of me as a father. I'll get you whatever you want. Just ask me. I've already told your mother this." I just nodded. "Did your mom say anything to you?" "She told me to do whatever you asked me. To help out." Lou nodded. "Excellent." Lou put his hand on my knee and began to massage it gently. "You are a good boy, Nicky, a beautiful boy. So very special." He kissed me on the cheek and set me down, patting my butt. "Now get to bed, young man." He practically ran out of the room and I sat on my bed, trying to rub his kiss off my cheek. I was so confused. Was this something I was supposed to do? That night I woke up in shock when I heard a sound and felt something touch my stomach. I opened my eyes just a crack and saw Lou sitting by the edge of my bed, beating himself off. The sick fuck was masturbating while he rubbed my chest! I just lay there and pretended I was asleep. What else could I do? He came all over himself and grunted. In pleasure I guess. God! He just sat there for a minute and then he pushed his wet hand into my pants. Shit! Hold on...I can't...hold on... Damn it. It still makes me sick to my stomach, all of this. And to think that I am in jail for ridding the world of this bastard. Okay...deep breath...okay...well, he fondled me I guess you could say. He fondled my little 12 year old penis to no end. And damn it! It felt good. I felt so bad for feeling pleasure from what he was doing. I tried to keep my eyes closed and to keep still. I heard him beating off again and then he moaned. "Oh Nicky, I can't wait to feel you." He really kind of whispered this. You'll see why in a minute. He finished again and pulled my shorts back up. I made some sort of noise when he let go of me. I couldn't help it. "Come on Lou, leave him alone. He'll wake up soon if you don't." Lou adjusted himself and walked out of the room. My mother? My own mother watched while that pervert abused me? I buried my face in my pillow and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. What else could I do? Excuse me.... Sorry you had to hear that....there isn't really a place to puke in here, except for the garbage pail.
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