The Girl and The Boy Saga
Life Changes
Published by Kathleen Patel at Smashwords
Copyright Kathleen Patel 2011
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
I dedicate this book to my dear husband, my mother, and my sisters. Without their love and support I could not have come this far.
Thank you. I love you all.
Chapter1
There was an ugly feeling in the pit of her stomach. She tried to ignore it while she smoothed her long black hair into a low ponytail. She sometimes got strange feelings when something bad was about to happen. It was a premonition. She took out the vacuum and started cleaning the house.
Just do your work, Consuela. Don't imagine things. You got a lot of shit to do today.
She was a small women and she was fast. She would finish cleaning this house and then move on to the next. The more houses she could clean, the more money she could send back home, to her family. Her children were still in Mexico with her parents. She hoped to bring them to America one day.
Think about the kids and get your shit done.
Then she saw the bloody towel thrown in the hallway. Her heart was pounding so loud she could hear it. She noticed the closed door.
Mr. Ryan never left that door closed.
Her legs were shaky as she slowly walked towards the door and opened it.
"Help me...please."
She stiffened when saw the blood and the mutilation. Then the screaming began.
Chapter 2
Ryan awoke slowly. He was trying to adjust his eyes to the bright light. A phone was ringing somewhere- it sounded weird & unfamiliar. Slowly the fog lifted.
"Good morning sir. You must be happy to be going home today."
The cheerful nurse dropped his breakfast tray on the table with a loud clatter. She was a cute one. Her name was Cherry. She was a petite young woman with short blonde hair in a modern bob. Even through her scrubs, you could tell she had one hell of a body.
"Yeah, it will be good to be home."
Ryan did not feel much like eating. He was still trying to digest everything that had happened. It seemed like only yesterday he was with Ombre'- making love, loving life. Things can change quickly.
That twisted mother fucker.
Ryan thought back on that night. Ombre' was into some kinky shit. He liked S & M and he always played the Dominant. Ryan went along with it but only to keep Ombre' happy. He was always telling him not to get too rough. However, that night was different. Ombre' had a strange look in his eyes as he tied Ryan to the bed. Then he brought out the hooks. The first one pierced Ryan's left nipple.
"Aghhhhhhh! Are you fucking crazy? Oh my God that hurts so fucking bad!"
Ryan struggled to get free but Ombre' had knotted the ropes very thoroughly. The next hook went through the head of Ryan's penis.
"Aghhhhhhhhh! You crazy motherfucker! Are you trying to kill me? Untie me- now!"
The next hook went through Ryan's right cheek, and then his left. After he got tired of the hooks, he brought out the whip. The screaming continued for hours until he lost his voice.
The ringing phone brought Ryan back to the present.
"I'm coming to pick you up in one hour. Will you be ready, Boy?"
Chapter 3
Ryan squinted in the sunlight. He flicked his cigarette into the street. He felt slightly lightheaded from the cigarette. He could not smoke in the hospital. At least he had something decent to wear. Consuela was nice enough to bring him some clothes & toiletries when she came to visit him. The expensive designer jeans and polo shirt fit nicely on his trim, toned body. With a little help from Cherry, he was able to shower and style his hair. Appearances meant a lot to him. He was his mother's son. She drilled into his head that one thing. It is all about appearances.
“I need a drink”
He mumbled to no one in particular. He looked relieved to see the car pull up to the hospital entrance. He stood up and walked slowly to the passenger door, trying to hide the pain that threatened to make him shout out in agony.
"Why didn't you call me sooner? I would have come right away! Are you alright?"
Ryan climbed into the car and closed the door. He winced slightly and it furrowed his perfectly tanned brow. He was still in pain from his injuries-completely traumatized from the vicious attack. Ombre' had left Ryan helplessly tied to his bed. He was naked, bloody, and badly beaten. Days passed before anyone discovered him. When Consuela, the housekeeper found him she had the fright of her life. Bruises, dried blood, and sharp hooks decorated his naked body. Consuela thought it was the work of the devil and ran screaming to the neighbors who called 911.