Keeping You: KJ Elite Inc. by L.K. Kracek

I meander over to my bedside and feed my little turtles and fish. They’re very small tanks because quite frankly I can’t handle much else without it going belly up in 24 hours – 48 max.
     
    After twenty minutes and three insane releases later, I’m pretty sure I’m bionic and convinced that nothing is going to get rid of this perma-boner Jamie has created. I’ve never been so hard after kissing or even thinking of a woman.  Any other woman and I’d go screw some random chick to get it over with; not quite so easy with Jamie. I couldn’t look at another woman the way I’ve been looking at Jamie, not since she became a part of my life, and I certainly couldn’t set her up on my lap.
    Looking at that tall drink of water the wrong way was likely to turn Taylor psychotic and go all Lorena Bobbitt on my ass… or dick rather.
    After practically having to crawl my way out of the shower, I set myself up in my recliner for a few hours; I stared blankly at the flat screen while God-only-knows-what played. A quick glance at my watch told me it was 0300. That ought to be a safe time to go check on her; I’m hoping she’s sleeping peacefully, and completely covered. Better yet, here is to hoping Matt has her under lock and key where I can’t put my mitts on her – ever.
    Fuck, I’m so screwed.
     
    * * *
     
    “Come here you little bitch and give daddy’s friends some love.” A rough, sweaty, bear paw swiped at me. I was hiding under the clothes and piles of shoes I’d made a wall out of, in the back corner of the only closet in this disgusting dump of a home.
    I kept praying that if I don’t answer him or make a peep, something else will distract him and he’ll give up on me. He’s bothered me enough today and I might puke on him. It would serve him right but then I’d have to clean it up and be punished for it, too.
    His hand disappears and I edge forward to see if he’s standing there still. A loud shriek escapes my mouth unwillingly, automatically when he yanks me up by my hair; out of the closet, dragging me into the rat infested hallway, down to the living room. Two big men, one white and one Hispanic looking were standing there leering at me.
    “No!” I yelled, kicking and screaming; tears rolling down my dirty cheeks. “Leave me alone!”
    He stopped to tighten his grip on my hair they had bleached a horrendous yellow white and to kick me; his foot connected with my ribs.
    I felt one crack and breathing suddenly became painful.
    The men laughed and the Hispanic one murmured, “Serves the little cunt right.”
    While he laughed, I noticed a tick in the jaw of the white man. It seemed so odd but I wasn’t really in a position to ask questions or make demands.
    My sperm donor dropped me at their feet, still holding to my hair. In a delicate manner, he swiped the hair off of my face then proceeded to back hand me a handful of times while shouting the rules at me.
    “Don’t yell. Don’t backtalk. Don’t make me punish you. Make the nice men happy. Do what you’re good for.”
    The white man grabbed his elbow before he could hit me again and stage whispered, “Hey man, do what you gotta do, but don’t go breaking the merchandise. I want a nice clean face for what I have in mind.” He winked at me and my stomach churned. Though my sperm donor – I never called him my father or dad – hit me with fury and was unrelenting, I was trained not to squirm or flinch.
    “Fucking deserve it.” He always said.
    The Hispanic reached down and fondled my chest, licking his lips.
    I closed my eyes and pretended I was at the Doctor’s office, being checked. I had read that Doctors were supposed to check you for breast cancer. Reading was the only thing I found a passion for but the crack whore wasn’t going to buy me any books so I read what I could, where I could. School was optional as far as the sperm donor was concerned so often times he “scheduled” me.
    “Stand up, girl.” The white man demanded,