Page 2 of Acid

Aiden pulls his leg back to kick Eli again, and I see red. I throw the wallet I stole at Aiden’s head, getting his attention, and then I crouch and run toward him. My shoulder hits his stomach, causing him to grunt as I tackle him to the dirty floor.

I vaguely hear Eli cough as I ram my fist in Aiden's nose, his green eyes widening in shock before I hit him again, my fist slamming into his lip, busting it.

A scream echoes in the room, and I look up for a second to see some brunette standing on the stairs naked, with track marks on her arms. The words Aiden was yelling when I came into the house finally filter through my thoughts.

He was trying to fucking pimp my little brother out, just like he did with me.

"You'll allow her to fuck you, or I'll slice Elijah's throat," Aiden threatens, holding a knife before me, his other hand tightly keeping hold of my shirt. Fear hits me. He grins, showing his yellow teeth, and sneers, "Just be grateful it's a woman and not a fucking man. Now get on your back…."

I was eleven when he started pimping me out to sick women who had a fascination with kids.

Fucking kiddie fiddlers.

He only stopped last year when I finally got strong enough to take the knife off him and stab his leg, though he did beat Eli for it….

The woman eyes me up, and my skin starts to itch, bile rising. I glare down at Aiden, and panic hits his features.

"Ol," he tries, and I hit him again, knocking him out, but my anger still consumes me.

I turn to the bitch and point at her. "You've got five seconds to get the fuck outta here before you join him."

Her caramel eyes widen with fear before she runs out of the house without any clothes on.

I breathe hard.

"Ollie…" Eli croaks, and I look at him but curse when I notice his face is bloodied.

I didn't get home in time….

I boot Aiden in the ribs before rushing over to my brother, helping him up, causing him to groan. I take most of his weight before guiding him out of the house to place three doors down. To Mrs. Andrews.

Normally, when this happens, she looks after him for me. She has tried calling CPS, but they haven't listened, which isn’t a surprise considering who the main woman he forced me to fuck was.

A fucking social worker!

"Yes, fuck yes, just like that," the woman screams, and I squeeze my eyes shut, hating myself for being hard, my eyes tearing up.

It’s years later, and I can still hear her in my head. I hit the punching bag harder, grunting as the force ripples through my arm, but I continue hitting it anyway, trying to block out the past, but it consumes me.

"Mm," she moans as she licks my tip, and disgust hits me when I feel my member twitch.

"Be careful, Ollie!" John, the owner of Halliwell's gym, shouts. I grunt in acknowledgment as I hit the bag again with a quick jab, then kick it with a round house.

After I dropped Eli off with Mrs. Andrews and ensured he was alright, I went back home and woke Aiden up while holding a knife to his throat.

I told him if he ever forced Eli to do what he forced me to do for four years, I'd kill him while he was sleeping. Then I stabbed his leg, right above the last scar I left.

I know I can't stop him from beating us, forcing us to steal, and I know I can’t fucking run with my brother, knowing that bitch social worker will be on Aiden’s side, but I can fucking ensure Eli doesn't suffer my fate.

"You need to thrust harder, baby. Come on, you can do it," the woman before me moans as a man holds me from behind, gripping my hips and forcing me to move.

I squeeze my eyes tight as the memories haunt me and I start punching the bag over and over, wishing for just a little bit of peace.

"Hey, uh, um, excuse me?" a girl's voice says loudly, but I ignore her and hit the bag like my life depends on it.

She speaks louder, "Excuse me, boy, beating up the bag…."

I growl when I miss, nearly falling over, only just grabbing the bag to keep me up, and I snap, "Will you fuck off, girl!"