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The blinker of his car clicks repeatedly as Pete waits for the light to turn green. He breathes calmly, it’s not uncommon for him to go on late night drives around the city to clear his head. He’s been out driving almost every night recently.
Pete’s brain is vile, it’s been something he’s dealt with for as long as he can remember but it’s seemed to have gotten worse as of late. His thoughts just seem to never shut up and they get louder and louder as the time goes on.
He’s picked up smoking again which in his opinion could definitely be worse. Smoking seems like the only thing that makes his brain shut up even if only a little bit.
The light changes after an excruciatingly long time for an intersection with no other cars and Pete turns the corner headed toward the park. The streets are empty and the snow is falling fast, quickly piling up. A snow storm is under way.
Pete looks around to see the park and streets completely empty as if he was the only person in the world. It feels like a Hallmark movie. The snow dampens any natural noise and the quiet is almost eerie but Pete is so thankful.
The scenery is beautiful and Pete’s thoughts are quiet for the first time today. It almost makes him emotional, he’s always lonely this time of year, having nobody to spend the holidays with.
He pulls over to the side of the road and relaxes against his seat before unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car.
The air is frigid and hurts to breathe in, a stark difference between the heated car air. He leaves the car running so he won’t have to wait for it to heat up once he comes back but locks it just to be safe.
He starts walking down the park pavement taking in everything around him, the world is silent and so is his mind. He’s content.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees a figure rustling on a bench on the side of the pavement. He’s not alone anymore.
Pete freezes, and debates on what to do. This figure obviously isn't a homeless man, more like a runaway teen.
The kid looks up at Pete with his piercing eyes, shivering, huddled up in a grey puffer jacket, and hugging his own legs for warmth.
Pete’s brain is instantly loud again. Too loud.
He gulps as a shiver runs down his spine, shaking his head to try to suppress the thoughts.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
The kid just stares at him with wide eyes.
“I, um…” Pete doesn’t really know what to say but he knows it’s not safe to let a kid stay out here in the cold, especially when a blizzard is coming.
“It’s uhm, not safe for a kid to be out here.” It’s an obvious statement and it makes the kid roll his eyes.
“Yeah.” The kid mutters.
“Uh, you can stay with me for the night or until the storm is over if you want.” Pete blurts out before he can stop himself or even think about what he’s saying.
They look at each other for a while, at least a minute, they both just there awkwardly staring at each other.
“Are you trying to kidnap me?” The teenager says bluntly.
“Uhm…” Pete’s eyes widened. “What?”
“I’m joking, but please don’t kidnap me.”
“I’m not.” Pete says nervously.
The kid stands up from the bench, he’s surprisingly tall. Taller than Pete even but his thin malnourished frame makes him much tinier.
“Okay but who even are you?” The kid asks.
It was too easy. Pete’s thoughts are spinning so fast.
It was so fucking easy. It was too easy.
Pete knows he’s going to hell.
“Hey!” The kid gives him a small push on the shoulder to get his attention.
“I said who are you!” He repeats himself.
“Oh um, I’m Pete,” Pete says.
“I’m Mikey. I hope you know I don’t just go places with strange men all the time. I’m not that stupid. I probably would have died if I stayed on that bench though.”
This kid talks a lot.
Pete is thankful for the car still being on, and so is Mikey, he has his hands in front of the vents warming himself up.
“Thank you so much Pete, you really didn’t have to do this.”
Pete doesn’t reply, just nods.
His thoughts are so loud.
“How old are you anyway, kid?” He asks after driving for a bit.
“Fifteen.” Mikey says
Pete gulps and clenches the steering wheel tighter, looking straight forward.
His brain is racing but then again when is it not.
The drive back to Pete’s place is short and soon enough they’re standing outside the door of the condo as Pete fishes in his pocket for his keys.
Once he gets the door open the heat of the house hits them both like a wall in contrast to the cold air outside.
“You can shower if you want, uh I’m gonna set up a place for you to sleep, the bathroom is right there and...” Pete walks over to a closet grabbing a towel out of it. “Here’s a towel” he hands it to Mikey.
Mikey nods quietly, fidgeting with his fingers and the frayed ends on the edge of the towel. He rocks back and forth on his heels and looks around nervously.
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While Mikey is showering Pete goes to the basement and places a thin roll out mat and puts a fluffy blanket and pillow down for the kid. This will have to do.
Something about Mikey having to stay in Pete’s moldy basement on a tiny mat surrounded by concrete where nobody can hear him scream no matter how loud he tries gets Pete’s thoughts racing.
He can't do this.
He can't.
He won’t.
He will.
Pete has always been able to be stronger than his thoughts but this is different. They are louder now. Louder than they’ve ever been. He isn’t stronger anymore.
Pete comes back upstairs, going to his room to find something for the boy to sleep in so that he can wash his clothes for him. He feels like a father.
He sets on a sweater and some sweatpants, he knows they’ll be huge on Mikey and that just makes his thoughts even louder.
He doesn’t know how long he sits there stuck in his thoughts but eventually Mikey is knocking on his bedroom door looking for him.
He shakes his head and walks to the door.
Mikey is standing there with just a towel wrapped around his thin boney body and his hair wet. Pete gulps.
“Sorry about that, I forgot I didn’t give you any clothes. You can get changed and then I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”
“Thank you.” Mikey takes the sweater and pants gratefully, walking back to the bathroom to get changed.
-
The sweater is so big on Mikey that his collar bones are peeking through just showing off how small he really is and the sweatpants are almost falling off his hips he has to pull them up every few seconds.
“You ready?” Pete says, Mikey nods and smiles weakly.
Pete guides Mikey to the basement door and opens it, going down the stairs with Mikey behind him.
“Sorry if it’s a bit smelly down here, it is a basement ya know and sorry I couldn’t put you in the other room all my band stuff is in there and I didn’t want to put you in the living room cause I thought you’d want some privacy.” Pete rambles.
“It’s okay, thank you so much for letting me stay here, I don’t know how to repay you for this Pete.” Mikey says looking down.
“Oh uh it’s alright you don’t have to repay me, just a good deed ya know.” Pete reassures him.
“Well uh thank you again.” Mikey goes and sits on the thin mat.
“Yeah, goodnight kid.” Pete says, walking back up the stairs.
“Night.” Mikey lays down on the mat, trying to get comfortable on the hard surface.
Pete turns off the lights making the basement pitch black and locking the padlock on the outside of the door before he can let himself process what he’s done.
It was too easy.
It was way too easy.
Pete doesn’t sleep a wink that night.
The thoughts aren’t loud anymore, they have become him.
Pete hasn’t been completely overtook by his thoughts in such a long time. He feels like a prisoner trapped in his own body.
-
Mikey wakes up confused. He doesn’t know where he is and it takes him a moment to fully realize where he is and what happened.
The basement is still dark except for a small bit of light peeking through a tiny window that Mikey couldn’t reach even if he jumped.
He has to leave.
He can’t stay here in someone he doesn’t even know’s house. He shuffles up the stairs and tries to open the door just to get stopped by the padlock on the other side. Panic sets in and his blood immediately begins to run cold.
The basement is large but he can't help but feel like he's in the smallest box.
He jiggles the doorknob hoping, praying that it was unlocked. Tears fall down his face as he starts to sob loudly. He knows what’s happened, it’s exactly like every horror story. He trusted a stranger and now he’s going to die. He’s sure he’s doomed.
He bangs on the door, screaming and sobbing for somebody, anybody to help him.
The door opens suddenly, almost knocking Mikey down the stairs and he wobbles for a second to get his balance again.
“What the fuck are you doing.” Pete hisses.
Mikey backs down a few steps out of fear, his eyes wide.
“I bring you into my fucking home, give you a nice warm fucking place to stay and this is how you repay me? Waking me up at fucking 6 in the morning screaming bloody murder? What the hell is wrong with you?” Pete’s voice raises and he shoves Mikey, forcing him to tumble down the stairs and land in a heap at the bottom.
Pete walks down the stairs to Mikey’s body where he’s crying in a fetal position holding his head.
“You know I would have let you leave but after that whole scene you made I think I need to teach you a fucking lesson.” He says with a kick at Mikey’s ribs, there’s an audible crack
Pete doesn’t care if anything is broken, the pain just turns him on.
Seeing the boy whimpering and crying sends blood to Pete’s cock.
He gets on his knees and manhandles Mikey onto his back, Mikey doesn’t do anything but sob and let himself be turned and propped up like a doll.
Pete pulls Mikey’s hips up to meet his and Mikey gasps as the realization sets in on what’s about to happen.
Mikey yelps and starts to try scrambling away, anything to get as far away from this man as possible.
He doesn’t get far at all before Pete grabs his leg, digging his nails into Mikey's skin causing him to hiss in pain.
“Stop! Please, I’m sorry. Please just let me go.” Mikey pleads.
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t make me knock you out.” Pete seethes.
Mikey shakes his head fast, sobbing louder as Pete yanks off his sweatpants and underwear easily leaving Mikey in just the huge sweater with his young cunt in view.
Pete’s eyebrows raise as he looks up to Mikey and smirks.
“Aw cute you’re a little girl.”
Mikey couldn’t possibly cry harder.
Pete’s cock is throbbing in his pants and he shuffles to take them off as quickly as possible.
Mikey’s sobs and pleads get louder again but Pete can’t hear them with his thoughts running wild and controlling his every movement.
Mikey cries and begs for mercy. He knows his words are useless.
Mikey is so small and he shakes as Pete grabs his asscheek, squeezing harshly, causing him to flinch, Pete just squeezed harder.
He spreads Mikey’s legs to give himself a better view of the young teen’s pussy. Pete’s hand leaves a mark on Mikey’s thigh from how hard he’s gripping it.
Pete puts a hand on his cock stroking himself slowly. He can't possibly hear anything else other than his own thoughts, even with Mikey breaking down under him.
Mikey’s sobs don’t slow down even for a moment.
Pete groans. It was too easy.
Pete takes a hand off Mikey’s thigh and spreads his folds, leaving him completely exposed.
Pete spits onto the kid's hole making him shiver in return.
Pete lines up his cock with Mikey’s hole and starts to push in. The pressure is so much it almost hurts. It definitely hurts for Mikey.
Mikey lets out a blood curdling scream as Pete pushes to the hilt. Pete pulls his hips back slowly before slamming himself back in. He pushes Mikey’s head into the concrete, holding him there.
There’s practically a puddle of tears on the floor from Mikey’s crying and Mikey is too exhausted to do anything but accept his fate.
He has no will to live, no will to cry, no will to beg for mercy.
There is no mercy for him.
Pete thrusts his hips at an extremely fast pace and Mikey sobs the entire time pleading and screaming for Pete to stop all through his tears. Pete just goes harder, he’s too far gone to realize what he’s even doing.
Mikey’s pain is insufferable, his entire body hurts from being shoved down the stairs, kicked, and now this. He wishes he was dead. He truly wishes he was dead.
It does not get worse than this.
Pete groans as he pounds into Mikey, he hasn’t had something to stick his dick in in so long, he couldn’t possibly last long.
A few more deep thrusts into the broken boy and Pete is unloading himself as deep as he can.
He pulls out the second he’s done not even giving himself time to recover from his orgasm before putting his pants back on and heading to walk back up the stairs.
“Clean this shit up. You look disgusting.” He hisses before leaving the basement, leaving Mikey in the dark once again.
“It was too easy.” Pete’s thoughts whisper and spit at him.
Pete sits on his bed facing forward staring at the manilla wall in front of him as his thoughts scream at him.
He lights a cigarette, he could care less about the smoke in his house. The thoughts don’t get quieter.
He thinks of the person he used to be, before his thoughts were so loud. He wishes he could be that little boy again.
A tear falls from his face but he doesn’t even notice he’s crying. He lets the ash fall onto his jeans without care.
Time is a cruel circle of repetitive events. Everything that goes around comes back around and Pete is just as bad as the man who did the same thing to him 20 years ago.
He doesn’t notice when he’s digging in his dresser drawer.
He doesn’t notice when he pulls the bottle of long ago prescribed Ambien that he’s supposed to take to help him sleep.
He doesn’t notice when he’s downing the whole bottle with a sip of the Jack Daniels he stores beside his bed.
He doesn’t notice when he’s no longer standing and is instead on the floor.
He cries and begs for mercy from any god that might be out there. He knows his words are useless.
He knows it’s useless.
He’s too far gone.
There is no mercy for him