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Leeroy sunk to the dirt. His hands shook violently as he steadied his breath, sweat running down his body in waves. He pulled on his hair firmly as his lungs shook.
He should have known better, he should have known. Why did he think he could trust his mother? His eyes tore up and he remembered his father's words, "Men don't cry." With that, he tried to hold in the waterfall of tears at the gateway of his eyes.
He had done everything right. He'd smiled, he'd waved, hadn't said a single word out of turn. So why was he still punished?
She had promised him. She had pinkie-promised, wiping away his tears, saying it wouldn't happen again.
At one point, the tears streaming down his face slowed, and as he wiped away some of the snot in his nose, he saw something in the sky. Smoke curling in the air, the scent of smoked flowers wafting into his nostrils.
In all honesty, he didn't want to get up. His legs burned and were numb, but the cold air nipped at his face, the wind biting at his arms through the thin sweater he wore. He took small steps across the cornfield, the smell becoming over-powering.
To be honest, Leeroy was starting to wish he'd stayed on the ground. The lights coming from the windows and the smells and everything was overwhelming, but he couldn't go home now and he was about to freeze. But he had the sinking feeling something was wrong.
Even so, he opened the door to the barn. He couldn't get home by now and he was sure he'd freeze if he'd stayed out any longer.
His first thought was that the difference in temperature seemed like a lifetime away.
His second thought was that everyone was currently looking at him. He shrunk into himself and started to walk away, his face burning with shame. Why did he do this, this is why he didn't talk to people-
A hand was placed on his shoulders, large and nailed.
"Want to see something really cool?" The voice asked, feminine and breathy.
Leeroy hesitated. He had nothing better to do but the gut feeling had worsened.
"It's really cool, I promise." She steered him to a plush couch, sticking a roll into his mouth. He coughed, the paper smelling earthy and like smoke.
The girl pushed his down, straddling his hips, as she kissed his underage lips.
She giggled, "Just wait until it hits, sweetheart." Leeroy didn't know she was talking about, why was this happening? Boys don't get raped; this shouldn't be happening. So why can't he leave?
His eyes clouded over, and everything became bright.
Leeroy's body felt the best it ever had. There was no description for it. The sort of feeling that felt forbidden.
The girl kissed him passionately, voice sweet but her nails dug into his scalp like knives, leaving crescents of pain and blood where they walked.
"Feels good right?"
Leeroy was frozen. His brain lagged behind, he couldn't feel what was happening to him, all panicked thoughts replaced with a giddy feeling.
She whispered sweet nothings into his ear while zipping down his pants.
"Don't worry about a thing." The woman breathed, her acrylic nails tapping on the head of his penis.