"Episode 36 -  Hungry street kid."      

Flasback

"I'm sorry." I tried to duck and pressed myself against the wall when his fists kept battering into me. "I promise I won't do it again."

"You think you're grown now." My ribs shattered -or that's what it felt like- when his boot connected with chest. "Acting like a man." His fist knocked my head into the concrete back wall.

I wanted to die. I wanted it to stop. My wobbly knees dropped me down to the floor, refusing to get up. Tears streamed down my face and I missed my momma and dad. They should t have taken me with them. I wanted to be with them again. Please lord, take me to them.

Blood pultruded out from my busted lips, forehead, knees and arms. Covering my face with my arm I curled up in a ball on the floor against the dumpster.

"Please, I'm so sorry." I knew no matter what I said, he was going to kill me. He used my back as a soccer ball when the back door bust open and the kid came out. He froze with fear and so did Andrew. He swore taking a step back, then b-lined straight to his car.

I sobbed, aching all over.

"DAD. Oh my god DAD." The kid dropped the black bin bag when he ran towards me. I cowered away instinctively.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He put his palms up like he was approaching a wounded animal.

"WHAT. DAVID WH-"

He was frightened for his kid and I missed my own father then. A man who protected me no matter when or what. My arm arched and my body shook when I tried to stand up. My knee make popping noise making George swear. I learned his name when Andrew spoke to him, heard every single word of their conversation.

"Kid, are you alright?" His voice was so soft that I almost didn't hear him. I nodded my head and immediately screamed out in pain. I could practically feel my brain slosh around in my skull. The ringing in my ear finally started to decrease.

"Come inside, you can sit." I shook my head. Scared out of my mind. What if this was a trick?

"No..." I stuttered. "I'll go." Wrapped a hand around my torso, I limped down the concrete road. I just needed to get to a homeless shelter or a soup kitchen. Maybe they could me with the pain.

"Son." He put his hand on my back making me squeal out in pain. White hot heat burnt through my skin. "SHIT. I didn't know. I'm so sorry. Come, you can eat whatever you want. I promise I won't call." I thought I hear his voice hitch but with the ringing in my ear, I couldn't be certain.

"Yeah, I'll call the police if he comes back. Come in side, we can take a look at your wounds." I kept limping away, my breath came out ragged and uneven. My chest was burning, constricting the cavity making it harder for me to breathe. I panted like a dog while they followed behind me.

"Come on son, let just sit here while we wait for the ambulance."

"No, I just want to get away." Blood spat out of my mouth with every word. He cursed but didn't stop following me. I was like a damn turtle. "I was just so hungry." Tears started to pour out of my eyes again. "So hungry." I sobbed. "I just want my mom and dad back." I heaved feeling something poke into my lungs. "I'm sorry."

"I'M sorry son, I didn't know. Here, have this while we wait." He took the same roll out of his pocket. I remembered him putting it in their when he took me to the back of the shop to wait for Andrew. I stared at it like it was tainted, cursed even. My head was spinning, nausea bubbled up from deep in my stomach. I was going to be sick

I stepped on uneven ground, my ankle sprained in on itself and I would have slammed into the concrete floor if the man hadn't caught me. I was only fourteen and malnourished so he easily picked me up and took me back to his shop while his son called for an ambulance.

End of Flashback

"He took care of you after that?" Her breast was tightly pressed against my chest. I bent forward to draw the blanket up to cover her back, cocooning ourselves from the world.

"Yes, George never let me go back to foster home or anywhere else a part from his house. Elisa, his wife and David's mom, she made up the guest room for me and wouldn't let me go anywhere until the Social Care worker figured out a way and George and Elisa become my legal guardian. They said it was a special circumstance.

"Was it the house with the girl and the asshole?" She asked innocently.

"No no, that was when I was 13, this was the one after. Jake and I was moved under Andrew's care." I explained, earning a lengthened 'o'.

"When the ambulance came, they took me to the hospital, with the bruises on me and the bruises on Andrew's knuckles with David's testimony, George was sent to jail for 10 years." I Rubbed my hands up and down her thigh.

"Where is he now?"

My movements halted. I looked her straight in the eye before answering. "I tortured and killed him."

A wicked smile stretched across her face. "Good." She wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed.

"Did you make him suffer?" She started to move slowly but somehow she was using her legs to squeeze her core around me so tightly that I had to choke out my answer.

"Yes." Fuck, this was good.

"Did you make him bleed." I remembered the pool of blood on the clear plastic wrap in the basement of the rundown house.

"Yes." She started to speed up, slamming her ass down on my thigh. "36 hours. I tortured him until he bled out. Slowly." She moaned throwing her head back.

She was a borderline psychopath. Just like me. Were we both this way? I didn't know. Would we have ended up so twisted if our parents were still alive? Maybe no. But this were where we ended up. Surrounded by violence, violated my men in different ways and now, it turned us on.

"I think we would have made a psychiatrist very rich." I bent down to take her nipple into my mouth.

She chuckled. "I wish I could do that." She squeezed.

"I'll make sure you do." Then, I devoured her.

After Elena fell asleep, I found myself thinking back to those days again. I got an update from Yashiko that they had reached and settled into the resort effortlessly. I hadn't received anything back from Ross and neither have I received anything from Jake about the I.D.s yet.

Even till this day, I couldn't believe that none had reported him missing or no one ever had come knocking at my door for George's murder. It made sense in a way, no body, no murder. All I had to do was switch out some forms at the funeral home, change some name tags and claim that he was my distant uncle who died and I didn't live in that state and had to get back to my job.

Not to mention, some extra money always helped. I threw his ashes down the toilet, where he belonged.

His excuse for hurting me was he lost control because I tainted his image and embarrassed him. Taking in foster kids was never about helping people like us. It was always about creating a wholesome image that will make him look better in the society.

Later I understood that men like that only had the balls to hurt kids and women. They were at the bottom of the totem-poll with it came to masculinity. They couldn't win with anyone else so they broke down weaker links than them to make themselves feel better.

What I hated the most was that people like Andrew got to live a full happy life in their own sadistic ways where as my father and mother who were just good people, died a horrible death. Even though the drunk driver was still in jail, I would have preferred to have killed him myself.

Thinking about killing someone, I looked at Elena, sleeping peacefully next to me. She was as fucked up in the head as I was. We've only known each other for just over two months and the more I got to know her the more fascinated I became. I wondered what she'd do if she watched me torture someone. Would she join in? Would she enjoy it as much as I did? Something soared inside me.

I was a fucking devil and I think I just found my hell, there was no way I was going to let her go. She accepted me for who I was, even embraced it. I couldn't wait to see her sadistic side. My hand unconsciously went to the scar from when she cut me. I smiled, I wondered how far she'd do with that damn knife.