Depravity (15 page)

Like the stick would turn into him ending up on dad's slab. That thought was too ridiculous for words. With luck, it would be a nice foam covered stick as opposed to one wrapped in barbed wire, with a few nails sticking out of the end. He didn't think his water soaked body could take another beating.

He followed the stone path that ran from dad's shed and up to the locked gate. Once through that, he'd be back inside the hotel's public grounds, and a bit more closer to what his dad had lined up for him.

The hotel's shadow touched him just before he reached that gate and a cold chill ran down the middle of his spine. Deep down, Kevin knew that it was nothing more that the sudden lack of sunlight combined with the fact that the fat cunt now waiting for him jet-washed his body in ice-cold water. Even so, this didn't kill the fear, nor did it allow him to lift his eyes off his bare feet.

His final destination, the room their room, his pretend parents' sacred chamber looked down on this side of the hotel grounds. For all he knew, his dad could be watching him from the window, just waiting for Kevin to look up and give him a hateful, defiant glare.

Kevin slammed back the bolt and pulled the six foot gate towards him. He immediately felt a pair of eyes scrutinising his movements. They didn't belong to his psychotic fake parent from twenty foot above him, these belonged  to someone much closer to Kevin.

Oh God, this was so uncomfortable. Those baby blue eyes tracked his every movement. Watching, staring, probably judging. Just who did she think she was? He pushed his lips between his teeth, reminding himself that he should be used to this by now. The hotel guests, most of them, remembered their manners. They treated the grounds and the staff with a little decency. This never seemed to apply to their kids though.

He knew exactly why all the private areas were clearly marked and locked at all times. Kevin attempted to calm himself down by giving the Patterson girl a wane smile.

The little shit responded by giving him the single finger and pushing out her tongue. Unreal, the little bitch couldn't be any older than fifteen, just a couple of years younger than himself. Kevin maintained an air of professionalism by not responding to her provocations. 

As he trundled towards the main doors, he created a mental comparison list between him and that Patterson girl. Christ, what was her name? Christina or Charlotte, something like that. In her favour, she was very pretty. Judging from the way she dressed and her interactions with the other males in the hotel, (Except for him of course, the nasty bitch) she already knew how to flirt. Kevin had seen the dirty tart flutter her eyebrows at his dad. This probably meant that she had a boyfriend back home, maybe even two. Christina or was it Cassie had no doubt spread her legs on a few occasions already. Her parents obviously spoilt her rotten and let her get away with absolute murder. Kevin had to suppress a smirk at that thought.

She probably lived in a very pleasant leafy and expensive area. He got that impression from their well-crafted clothes and the top of the range BMW they'd arrived in. She no doubt had lots of friends, and every weekend they all go to the cinema, or bowling, maybe even ice-skating.

All of which he scored a big fat zero against his name. Kevin wasn't even allowed out of the hotel grounds, never mind going to the cinema. He reached the front doors and turned around, watching the spiteful cow hit mum's roses with a thin stick.

She also had very large breasts for her age. They moved in an opposite direction to her when she jumped around, destroying those flowers. He slowly smiled. What she didn't have though was a guarantee that her life would continue past four in the morning.

Kevin hurried inside and climbed the stairs, he even found himself whistling a little tune. Let Dad do whatever he wanted. It wouldn't be any worse to what the mean bastard had done to him in the past. Unlike the Patterson girl, Kevin Morris would at least live to see the sun come up.

He was going to ask the fat man if he could help him with the Patterson family tonight. In fact, he would insist upon it. He was going to fuck her mum then he would fuck her too. Dad wouldn't mind that, he always did admonish Kevin for his lack of sexual stamina. Kevin might have to wait though. His dad liked them young and tender.

He'd like to see the dirty little bitch stick out her tongue while she lay on the slab, her arms and legs stabbed down while his pushed himself into her. He would even squeeze those breasts as hard as he could. That would teach her for treating him like something she'd just stood in.

The door next to him opened and the girl's mother walked out. She gave him a small smile before making her way down the stairs. He had to turn around to hide his erection. Kevin raced past all the other doors and slammed through the double doors at the end of the corridor. The private sanctum was now within sight. He pulled out the key and held it tight as his feet ate up the last few metres.

Pushing the key into the lock and turning it was one of the most difficult tasks Kevin had ever accomplished. It was such an anti-climax when he tentatively pushed the door inwards and found nothing in there but floating dust and the faint smell of talcum powder. His mind then casually informed him that Kevin might have got it all wrong, that the key really had been left in there by accident, that his dad was right now waiting impatiently for him in the shed, that when he looked out of the window, he'd seeing his dad looking up at him, silently growling whilst holding a packet of custard creams in one hand and the hooked up hose in the other.

The window was right in front of him. It called out, needing Kevin to gaze through that dirty glass. What else could he do? Kevin slowly made his way over to the window, trying to keep his eyes from straying, but he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t the only member of their dysfunctional family not allowed to enter these rooms. His dad had locked that door and as far as Kevin knew nobody had been in here for almost a decade. Lying beside the skirting board, next to his mum’s old chair, Kevin spotted her favourite hairbrush. It seemed like only yesterday when he used that to unknot her hair, brushing those locks until they shined.

Everything in this room had some nostalgic value. Kevin wished he hadn’t come up here now, it brought back too many pleasant thoughts. It reminded him exactly how shit his life had become.

It so wasn’t fair.

He reached the window and gazed down at the expanse of green, saddened to see that even those two red blocks of colour, his mum’s rose beds had gone. His sadness found comfort in watching the Patterson girl’s mum giving her a right bollocking. Kevin could see right down both their tops, yet getting another erection was the last thing on his mind.

“Well, you took your time getting here,” growled the voice of his dad.

Kevin dare not move a muscle. Down below, the two Patterson females were continuing their heated argument, obviously not realising that they should be savouring their time left, and not wasting it on pointless words.

Pointless words were not on the agenda up here. Every harsh syllable barked from that cruel mouth felt like a punch in the guts. He must have walked past the man without even noticing him. How had he managed to do that? It made a complete mockery of his supposed cautious nature.

“Don’t make me repeat my words, Kevin.”

He did as ordered, knowing those mental punches would turn into physical ones if he didn’t obey. Kevin sucked back a terrified sob and the sight of his dad stood over a bound up body. It hadn’t been only his dad he’d walked past. Kevin had gone straight to the window without even realising his mum was in here as well!

The fat man took his foot off her shoulder and bent down, holding a serrated bread knife over her exposed throat. “I sense that you want to help her?”

Kevin ran forward only to find himself flying backwards and crashing against the chair. He shook away the dizziness before wrapping his fingers around the chair leg. “If you’ve hurt my mum, I swear I’ll fucking end you!”

The other man chuckled. “Oh, so now you’re suddenly a real man? What if I’ve already killed her then? Will you still try to end me?”

“No, please. Don’t say that.”

“Fuck, you’re such a girl. I should have left you in that cellar to rot. You’re going to be no good to me.”

His dad placed his foot against the woman’s shoulder. “They said that I was to carve you, to shape you into someone capable of performing the duties needed. They said you were the best candidate. Those fuckers never took this fag bag’s unhealthy obsession with young boy meat into consideration.” He growled as he strained to push her forward. She rocked a couple of times before landing flat on her back. “There, you see. She’s still alive.”

Her eyes darted around the room before finally finding Kevin. He stared into those globes, seeing terror and confusion behind those fleshy orbs. He’d witnessed those emotions countless times in the people they’d taken from the guest rooms, but to see them in the eyes of someone he cared for was the most heart rending experience in his life. “Please, Dad. Don’t kill her!” he screamed, stealing his gaze away from her and looking at that knife he still held in his hands.

“Why would I want to kill her, Kevin? Oh, that’s right, it’s because she’s turned you against me. She has made you soft. How am I supposed to carve you when the material is like fucking bubble gum?” he shouted.

The man stepped over her body and spun the knife around, presenting the handle to Kevin. “Here you go.”

“I’m not going to do it!

“Fine, then cut her free. I’ve washed my hands of the pair of you.” He dropped the knife into Kevin’s palm then retreated over to the window. “Just don’t take too long about it, we still have lunch to prepare.”

Kevin crawled over to his mum, tears rolling down his cheeks. Why did his dad have to be so mean to him all the time? She wouldn’t stop shaking her head. That hurt him, it really cut him deep, the woman obviously thought he was going to do his dad’s bidding. Well he’d show her, Kevin would show the pair of them. He pulled himself up and took hold of her bound wrists, despairing at the amount of duct tape that the vicious bastard had used.  Not that it mattered, this blade would soon cut through all of that. Kevin sawed at the tape, being careful that the blade didn’t nick any of her flesh, an almost impossible task considering how much she struggled. It was almost like she wanted to stay like this. He persevered at the task not listening to her moans as well as ignoring his dad’s quiet laughter.

It was only after he saw thick blood soaking through the last layers of silver tape, coating the knife as well as his hands when he understood exactly why the bastard over there was laughing. Kevin jumped back. He dropped the knife and pressed his hands tight against his mum’s wrists but it did no good. The blood pissed out through the gaps in his fingers.

“You fucking bastard!” That’s why he’d used so much tape. His dad must have tied a compress around her arm, sliced open her wrists before securing the wound with the tape. She was bleeding out and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He sat there, crying and cursing the fat man, still trying to stop her warm blood from streaming through his fingers. He didn’t even notice his dad had moved from the window until he found himself crashing into the wall yet again.

Kevin looked up, shrieking when he saw that the man had a garden spade in his hands. He lifted the tool high then slammed in down, the edge biting through the top of his mum’s head before the metal stuck in the wooden floorboards.

“Right, that’s done.” He dropped a clean set of clothes on the bed. “You are allowed to use the shower, Kevin. Once you’re clean, get dressed then come and help me prepare the food for the guests. Just don’t take all day with it.”

His eyes followed the bastard as he crossed from the window over to the door. Kevin couldn’t hold it in any longer. His mouth stretched open and he howled. He didn’t even notice him leaving the room.

Kevin shut his eyes, still hearing the torment of his own voice battering his ears. He only opened them when he felt something crack him on the shoulders. He slammed his mouth shut and whimpered, fearing the fat man had come back.

“It’s over, Kevin. Come on, you need to wake up!”

He opened one eye and saw the girl from the cellar standing over him, but she had grown up now. The body was nowhere to be seen. Kevin slowly sat up. He saw what was left of his mum’s brush in the corner, next to the chair, but the bristles were missing. Kevin ran the tips of his fingers over the floorboards, until they dipped into a long straight grove in the wood.

The event that he’d just witnessed happened years ago. “What just happened?”

“The lights showed you a piece of your past. I saw it too.” She sat on the edge of their pretend parents’ rotting bed, still wearing the dressing gown. “I’m going to go shower now, Kevin.”

She stood up walked over where he lay, knelt over him and kissed the top of his head. “Hush, Kevin. There was nothing you could have done, even the first time around. What has happened in the past will happen again, it’s how this is played out.”

He lifted his head. “Wait, what do you mean?”

“Do you think that the ones before us were treated any different when they were younger? That pathetic large lady who used to put me in pretty dresses, the one who ended her life in this very spot, wasn’t allowed out of that cellar until she was in her twenties. She had only just figured out how to fit into the role designated for her by the time you and I came onto the scene.”