Chapter 7
True
I wake up the next morning and wish I would have taken a pain pill but knowing what drugs did to my mother caused me to never want to touch them no matter the circumstances. I look over expecting to see Atlas sleeping on that bed he calls a sofa and he’s not there. Damn, now I have to get to the bathroom myself. This shit is tricky with one good eye, my peripheral and depth perception sucks. Just as I go to throw the cover back the door swings open and vibrates as it rebounds from the force of Atlas’s entrance.
“Oh sorry,” he says. ``I didn't realize how hard I pushed the door open.”
“ I can see that, I’m glad I wasn’t asleep you would’ve scared the hell out of me.”
A wince crossed his face as he said “yeah, sorry.”
I finally notice he's carrying a tray in both hands that’s overflowing with food. I look from the tray to him wondering who he thinks is going to be able to eat all that, then I remember he’s huge so..yeah probably him. He puts the tray on the coffee table.“Do you need to go to the bathroom?'' he asks.
“Oh um yes”, I forgot that I had to pee. I was so busy watching the veins bulge in his arms as he carries the tray. He comes over and picks me up off the bed and walks me into the ensuite.
“I can walk Atlas,” I tell him.
“And I can carry you True,'' he responds. He stands me on my feet but holds on to make sure I’m steady, once he’s sure I’m good he walks out of the water closet, the door quietly clicks closed behind him. I sit down and while nature is doing what she does I’m thinking. I cannot go back home, I have no home to go to. After Victor caught me he killed my parents and I do not have any brothers or sisters but I did have an escape plan if I had succeeded in killing Victor. Maybe I’ll follow the plan I had until I can come with something better. I finish up, flush and head over to the sink to wash my hands.
As soon as I turn the water on, the bathroom door swings open and Atlas is there. He goes straight to the shower and turns it on, walks into the closet, and grabs a towel, shower cap, body wash, a sapo, and body scrub. He comes over to me and begins to strip me out of my clothes like I am a toddler, when he has me naked he strips himself to his boxer briefs, picks me up, and walks into the shower. There’s a shower bench he sets me on and gets to work, he washes and scrubs damn near every inch of my body except where I wanted him to touch most after that. Since I am just about eye level to him and those boxer briefs ain’t hiding much I know he isn’t unaffected either.
He hands me a washcloth and the body wash and flees the shower. If I even graze this washcloth across my pussy I will cum. I have to sit for a full ten minutes or more so my body can calm all the way down and I wash as fast as I can and call for Atlas to help me out. He comes back in, swaddles me in a bath sheet, and carries me out to the bed. When he grabs the bottle of lotion I move so fast to snatch it out of his hands I wince in pain.
“I can lotion myself Atlas, '' I say breathlessly. There is no way in hell I can go through that sensual torture again and not beg him to fuck me, damn my injuries. He eyes me for a second and then leaves me to go back in the bathroom to most likely take his own shower.
Once he is gone I slap the lotion on as fast as I can but then quickly realize I have nothing to wear. I rewrap myself in the bath sheet and hobble over to the sofa and begin eating from the platter he brought in earlier. Even though the food is barely warm it is still delicious. As I’m stuffing my mouth with my fourth piece of bacon Atlas walks back in with a towel hanging low on his hips carrying shopping bags.
“I brought you some clothes,” Atlas says.
“Thank you,'' I say.
“No problem, I’ll let you get dressed,” he says and heads back into the bathroom.
I hurry up and dress while Atlas is still in the bathroom and I am laying on the sofa exhausted by the time he comes out dressed. A t-shirt and grey sweatpants, really grey sweatpants, he might as well have kept on the boxer briefs. He’s a tease I decide, and here I am looking like I got beat with an ugly stick. Well I did get beat so, oh never mind I think as I find myself on an irrational tangent. He brings me two antibiotics to take and I swallow them diligently and before I can even register it happening I’m falling back to sleep.
Atlas
Two weeks of this, and I’m looking online to see if ball slings exist. Every day of washing her and holding her next to my body has given me the worst case of blue balls in the history of blue balls. I don’t even want a warm tropical breeze to skitter across my ball hairs let alone the skin of my balls. I chant like it’s a prayer that she’s hurt so I can’t take her like my body is craving. My dick and balls have given me an eviction notice cause they’re over it. And it is literally nothing she is doing, hell all she can do is eat, use the bathroom, and sleep, her body is healing. I have never been so attracted to a woman in all my life. The more her body heals and the bruises fade the more her beauty comes through and the more I want her.
I gave her a phone that I call every day to make sure she takes antibiotics, eats, and gets to the bathroom when I am working, and that allows me to rest easy when I am away from home. She is quickly becoming important to me and that frightens me a little. I have never thought about having a woman in my life, oh I have no problems getting women to fuck me but that is as far as I want it to go. Women like the thrill of sleeping with me and perhaps the money but not one of them has ever made me want to let them know me beyond getting my nut off. True, however, called to me even when she was a mess in the bed I found her in and I am not sure how I feel about that. It is more than just a physical attraction however it is the strength she has shown, her utter determination to get better. To live and not die. But there are other times where she is vulnerable and I’m cocky enough to think she does not show anyone that side of her. The day I walked in the room and she was laying in bed weeping caused me to want to fly to Columbia and pull Victor’s spinal column from his body through his throat. I gathered her in my arms and she held onto me and cried. That was the first time I caught her like this but it was not the last. I have found her sitting in the corner of the shower damn near hysterical. I sat down on the floor fully dressed, pulled her in my arms and let her get it all out.
The trauma even seeped into her dreams, she didn’t have nightmares like me but she would cry and beg in her sleep. I would go to her in the bed and hold her and let her know she is safe. And it is not a one way street, I woke from a nightmare with True caressing my face and offering me comfort. Two broken people taking the broken pieces of their heart to make the other’s heart whole. No, I will not let her go, and I do not care who I have to fight to keep her, including her. No matter the thoughts and insecurities floating around in my head I am still drawn to her, but I have not just been lusting after my roommate these past two weeks.
I have been quietly buying up businesses that Victor owns. The low-hanging fruit that he has neglected while he was walking around being a failed abortion. Businesses that he has left men in charge of who have pressure points, usually money problems who are happy to give up these businesses for the right price and no questions. He is a sorry excuse for a man let alone a human. His momma shouldn’t have swallowed him; she should have spit his ass in the toilet where he belongs. A couple of used car dealerships, laundromats, strip clubs, bodegas, once his all mine now. I have taken the business I’ve bought and am giving to women who have come out of Domestic Violence or DV situations and want to get their lives and independence back. Once they go through the proper educational courses they will take they will be trained to manage them and eventually to own them free and clear.
I have also called my lawyer and told him to set up a foundation for survivors of sex trafficking and they will have the same opportunity as the women in the DV program. Even once these businesses are claimed, I will work with the organizations and other businesses to help these women and survivors own and run the businesses of their choice. At least Victor’s punk ass will bring some good in these lives when he has caused such misery in so many others. When he brings his punk ass back to the US he’s not gonna have shit left to come back to.
I look over to True sleep in my bed and I wonder who she really is and why Victor had her tied to that bed and left to die. I haven't pushed her because of how hurt she is but she is going to have to start giving up answers and soon. She hasn’t asked me to let anyone know she is ok or to call anyone on her behalf. I don’t think she has anyone else and I have no problem with her staying here as long as there are no ramifications. If she doesn’t want to stay here I can set her up in one of the houses we still own in one of the subdivisions but until I can put Victor out of his misery here is the safest place for her, yeah that’s bullshit I just want her here with me.
I’m at the family compound this morning. I left my house extra early because I feel like I haven’t spent any time with my brothers these past few weeks. As soon as I round the corner to the kitchen family room area I can hear them loud and talking shit.
As soon as they see me Asher says, “Oh look who decided to grace us with his presence.”
I flip him the bird as I head straight to the refrigerator.
“Did you just come down to eat?” Jaasiel asks me.
“Yeah, I’m a growing boy,'' I say as I grab the platter of breakfast sandwiches Jaasiel