“I guess I should.” Liam stared at Lo for a moment. “Hey, how about we do something that I like.”
“Like what?”
“Stand up, and I’ll show you.”
Lo rose from the seat. Liam stood in front of him, placing his hands on his shoulders.
“So, this is a game called touch. Are you ready?”
Lo frowned. “Touch? I ain't never heard of this game.”
“It’s a special game. Not everyone can play. Are you ready?”
Lo was skeptical but decided to go with the flow. “A’ight.”
Liam removed his hands from Lo’s shoulders and took a step back. He then grabbed Lo’s hand and swiped it against his private area.
“Aye, what you doing!” Lo jumped back, eyes bulging at what just happened. “Nigga, I ain't gay.”
Liam held his hands out. “It’s okay, Kylo. Relax. My touches will feel nice. See.”
He reached over and touched Lo’s groin, prompting him to jump back and fall into the TV. The loud crashing of the shelf echoed throughout the room as Lo scrambled backwards.
“Kylo, you're way too tensed. Didn’t I just allow you to play my game console? I even let you curse. I thought we were forming a bond.”
Suddenly, Liam mirrored the monsters that used to be in Lo’s closet when he was three years old. The kind that Dax had to fight off just for him to get some sleep. In all of his years, Lo never thought he would be faced with this. A predator. One that had tricked him into thinking he was a nice guy that he could trust.
“Listen, this can stay between us. We don't have to tell anyone what we do, okay?”
Lo lifted his foot and kicked Liam in the leg.
“Owww,” Liam groaned, clutching his knee while Lo jumped to his feet and headed toward the door. Halfway there, he felt the collar of his shirt being pulled. It temporarily cut into his neck as his body flew backwards. Liam pulled him as Lo kicked.
“Help!” he yelled, feeling terror so horrifying that his bladder threatened to spill at any moment.
“You better shut up, you little shit.” Liam covered his mouth with his hand as he pulled at Lo’s shorts, attempting to pull them down.
His muffled screams were only heard by these two. Lo couldn’t signal the others that he was in danger. He couldn’t alert other kids that he was on the verge of being violated. Lo had to find a way to escape this torment.
“Now let me get what I want since I gave you what you wanted. Deal?” Liam smiled sinisterly.
He went in for a kiss, but Lo turned his head, making his dirty lips fall on his cheek. Lo tried with all his might to fightbut Liam’s strength overpowered his. Reaching for his face, Lo scratched his eyes, causing him to yell out in agony. His pants were on his narrowed hips with his boxers not too far behind. Lo couldn’t allow him to pull his pants down. If he did, he knew he would never be able to fight him off.
“You son of a bitch!” Liam yelled, still holding his eyes. Lo took his chance—his only chance—and punched him in the face. He then kneed him in the groin.
“Oowwww!”
Lo scrambled to his feet, falling down as he ran toward the door. Glancing back, he noticed Liam coming after him.
“Oh shit!”
He grabbed the doorknob, but his hand slipped from the sweat coating his palms.
“Get back here!”
Liam grabbed the waistband of Lo’s shorts, determined to get them off. Lo twisted the knob, finally getting the door open but Liam’s strength pulled him back.
“Get the fuck off of me, pussy!”
