Bound By Love
Memories
Bill
The house looked so different. For one it was a lot bigger and two there was so much new furniture in the house. This place isn’t like the house I left eleven years ago when my parents got divorced. This place was so foreign to me. I stood so awkwardly in the living room. My emotions were on steroids as they raced through my mind. I wanted to just run out that door and never return. But I hate running from my problems. I know what scares me and I try not to avoid it.
“Bill, I am so happy you came to visit. The house felt so lonely without you in.”
“Mom, I haven’t been here for eleven years.”
“I know and I missed you all eleven of them.” She walked over and hugged me. The door opened and she immediately rushed out of the room. I sat down so stiffly next to Andy and Ashley.
“You okay, Bill?”
“I don’t know what I feel. I want to feel like I belong but I feel like a stain on the world.”
“Well, you’re in new surroundings. It’ll take some getting used to.” I turned my head in time to see my mom waltz in with some guy. She was draped over his shoulders like white on rice.
“Bill, Ashley, Andy, this is Gordon. Gordon this is my son Bill and his friends, Andy and Ashley.” He smiled and opened his arms for a hug.
“Finally I get to meet my other step-son.”
“Step-son?! Mom you married him?! When?!”
“Shortly after the divorce I was feeling so alone and money was short. I was working double shifts at the restaurant and I was exhausted. Gordon came in a got a burger and a beer, we chatted, went on a few dates and he asked me to marry him, I said yes and we got married.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Ten or so years ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me or ask dad to?”
“I tried to sweetheart, I wanted you at the wedding but your father wouldn’t let me see you. He claimed that I would make you run away from him.”
“I would’ve run away from him even if I didn’t see you.” Gordon pulled me into a hug and my heart raced when his hot breath touched my neck. I harshly pushed him off and looked at the ground.
“S—sorry I just hate being touched. Mom, where’s the bathroom?”
“Upstairs, third door on the left.” My legs couldn’t move fast enough, I locked the door once I got inside and slid to the floor. This all just didn’t feel right. I dug into my pockets and found my razor. I put the metal to my wrist and pressed it down and dragged it along my flesh. The sweet rush of pain felt so alleviating. It was almost orgasmic.
“Bill! Are you okay in there?” It was Andy. I quickly washed my wrist and my razor and stuck it back into my pocket. I jerked my sleeve down and opened the door.
“I felt like I had to use the bathroom. I rather be safe than sorry.” I lied and walked pass him.
“Everything okay, Bill?” Gordon asked as soon as I entered the living room again.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just had to use the restroom. Where’s Tom?”
“Football practice just ended so he should be here within the hour.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting for him then. I just have to say something to him and I’ll leave right after.” I sat back down on the couch and my step father kept staring at me.
“So, Bill, how have you been?”
“Alright.” I looked up at Andy and he sighed.
“So, Mrs. Kaulitz…”
“Trumper…I don’t use that asshole’s name anymore.”
“Right, Mrs. Trumper, where is Bill’s old room? I’d love to see it.”
“Sure, Bill, why don’t you show him?” I took a breath of relief and took him upstairs to the room, I used to own.
“This is it. I know it’s so normal compared to me but when it was mine, I was normal.”
“It’s cool, I like it. These pictures of you?” He asked looking at the wall.
“Yeah, that’s Tom and I. That was on our 5th birthday. We went to Six Flags and had so much fun.” I miss those days, where Tom and I could be innocent and just play. Andy nodded and walked back over to the door.
“Would you look at that there’s a lock on this door. I wonder what would happen if I…” A small click and he smiled at me.
“So Bill, we were doing something earlier before Ashley interrupted us.” He walked over and pushed me down on my bed. I leaned over me and started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to my body his warmth warming my body. We got fully onto the bed and I ripped his shirt off. He was thin like me so there weren’t many muscles but there was a nice toned stomach. He pulled off my shirt and I pulled off him pants with my toes. He kissed my torso and nibbled at my neck. I moaned and he smiled into my hair. Then I felt it, his large dick enter me and I moaned some more. He gyrated slowly and I grabbed at his back, my nails making deep scratches. Then memories flashed through my mind of my dad raping me and my heart raced.
“GET OFF OF ME!” I screamed. He stopped and quickly removed himself from me.
“Bill, are you okay?” He asked. I got up and retreated to the bathroom that was attached to the room. I slowly pulled my clothes on and sunk into the corner of the bathroom. My life will never be normal as long as my dad has this mental hold on me. Nothing will ever be the same. It’s official my life it's forever scarred.
The house looked so different. For one it was a lot bigger and two there was so much new furniture in the house. This place isn’t like the house I left eleven years ago when my parents got divorced. This place was so foreign to me. I stood so awkwardly in the living room. My emotions were on steroids as they raced through my mind. I wanted to just run out that door and never return. But I hate running from my problems. I know what scares me and I try not to avoid it.
“Bill, I am so happy you came to visit. The house felt so lonely without you in.”
“Mom, I haven’t been here for eleven years.”
“I know and I missed you all eleven of them.” She walked over and hugged me. The door opened and she immediately rushed out of the room. I sat down so stiffly next to Andy and Ashley.
“You okay, Bill?”
“I don’t know what I feel. I want to feel like I belong but I feel like a stain on the world.”
“Well, you’re in new surroundings. It’ll take some getting used to.” I turned my head in time to see my mom waltz in with some guy. She was draped over his shoulders like white on rice.
“Bill, Ashley, Andy, this is Gordon. Gordon this is my son Bill and his friends, Andy and Ashley.” He smiled and opened his arms for a hug.
“Finally I get to meet my other step-son.”
“Step-son?! Mom you married him?! When?!”
“Shortly after the divorce I was feeling so alone and money was short. I was working double shifts at the restaurant and I was exhausted. Gordon came in a got a burger and a beer, we chatted, went on a few dates and he asked me to marry him, I said yes and we got married.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Ten or so years ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me or ask dad to?”
“I tried to sweetheart, I wanted you at the wedding but your father wouldn’t let me see you. He claimed that I would make you run away from him.”
“I would’ve run away from him even if I didn’t see you.” Gordon pulled me into a hug and my heart raced when his hot breath touched my neck. I harshly pushed him off and looked at the ground.
“S—sorry I just hate being touched. Mom, where’s the bathroom?”
“Upstairs, third door on the left.” My legs couldn’t move fast enough, I locked the door once I got inside and slid to the floor. This all just didn’t feel right. I dug into my pockets and found my razor. I put the metal to my wrist and pressed it down and dragged it along my flesh. The sweet rush of pain felt so alleviating. It was almost orgasmic.
“Bill! Are you okay in there?” It was Andy. I quickly washed my wrist and my razor and stuck it back into my pocket. I jerked my sleeve down and opened the door.
“I felt like I had to use the bathroom. I rather be safe than sorry.” I lied and walked pass him.
“Everything okay, Bill?” Gordon asked as soon as I entered the living room again.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just had to use the restroom. Where’s Tom?”
“Football practice just ended so he should be here within the hour.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting for him then. I just have to say something to him and I’ll leave right after.” I sat back down on the couch and my step father kept staring at me.
“So, Bill, how have you been?”
“Alright.” I looked up at Andy and he sighed.
“So, Mrs. Kaulitz…”
“Trumper…I don’t use that asshole’s name anymore.”
“Right, Mrs. Trumper, where is Bill’s old room? I’d love to see it.”
“Sure, Bill, why don’t you show him?” I took a breath of relief and took him upstairs to the room, I used to own.
“This is it. I know it’s so normal compared to me but when it was mine, I was normal.”
“It’s cool, I like it. These pictures of you?” He asked looking at the wall.
“Yeah, that’s Tom and I. That was on our 5th birthday. We went to Six Flags and had so much fun.” I miss those days, where Tom and I could be innocent and just play. Andy nodded and walked back over to the door.
“Would you look at that there’s a lock on this door. I wonder what would happen if I…” A small click and he smiled at me.
“So Bill, we were doing something earlier before Ashley interrupted us.” He walked over and pushed me down on my bed. I leaned over me and started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to my body his warmth warming my body. We got fully onto the bed and I ripped his shirt off. He was thin like me so there weren’t many muscles but there was a nice toned stomach. He pulled off my shirt and I pulled off him pants with my toes. He kissed my torso and nibbled at my neck. I moaned and he smiled into my hair. Then I felt it, his large dick enter me and I moaned some more. He gyrated slowly and I grabbed at his back, my nails making deep scratches. Then memories flashed through my mind of my dad raping me and my heart raced.
“GET OFF OF ME!” I screamed. He stopped and quickly removed himself from me.
“Bill, are you okay?” He asked. I got up and retreated to the bathroom that was attached to the room. I slowly pulled my clothes on and sunk into the corner of the bathroom. My life will never be normal as long as my dad has this mental hold on me. Nothing will ever be the same. It’s official my life it's forever scarred.
@Purdy's_little_lady_outlaw there's a sequel called Fond Memories
5/6/14