Adventure Two: Part 2

            I awoke to a rapping against the bars of my hell. I rolled over to see the face of Lindsey looking down at me.  She had a giant plate in her hands, the smell of bacon and eggs wafted about the room. My mouth watered as she sat on the corner of her bed in a bathrobe staring at me eating her eggs and bacon.

            “Does little scamper wants some?” giggles Lindsey as I watch her pile in tons upon tons of food.  My eyes lock onto her fork that has a heaping pile of eggs. I can her hear snicker a little at the bit of drool coming out the corner of my mouth. My stomach growls as I watch it disappear into her mouth.

            “This is so good Scamper” retorts Lindsey as she licks her lips. Nothing like fresh eggs and bacon you know? My uncle has a farm not too far from here so my family gets fresh pork, meat and eggs.

            “Can I please have some? I haven’t eaten or drank anything in days.” I plead as I get on my knees and put my hands together like I am praying as I look up at her.

            “I suppose I can get you something to drink when I am done eating my breakfast. I will consider feeding you tomorrow morning depending upon how I feel about your sister.” Snaps Lindsey as she stands up showing me the empty plate. Even the little crumbs left on it look amazingly good.

            Lindsey turns the plate towards me, my stomach jumps for joy as I can see little chunks tumbling towards me. She does have a heart after all I think to myself. At the last minute she pulls the plate back, her tongue extends out from her cavernous mouth and mash against the plate. I watch the bits and pieces of food fall onto her tongue and then disappear into her mouth. She shows me the sparkling clean plate and smirks as she taps her finger against the cage a couple of times and stands up.

            “Poor little Hilary’s brother. He wants food…well if you want it you better learn to beg a lot better then that. You know what she did to me yesterday. She stole my clothes and tossed them in the pool. That little tramp mumbles Lindsey as she storms out of the room.

            I bit my tongue to keep the comments from flowing out of my mouth. As her door slams shut I kick at the side of the cage a little in frustration. Trapped like a rat, damn it Hilary, I have to pay for your fun.

            Lindsey returns to the room, her eyes focused on my cage, she heads straight towards me; her hand easily sweeps the door open and latches onto me. She smiles down at me as she drapes her opposite hand over me concealing me in darkness; she opens her  hands just a little bit so a shard of light drapes in as she tells me not to make any noise. My nose crinkles as her morning breath blows against me; her hands then snap shut trapping me in darkness as I feel her on the move.

            A door slams shut as I tumble out of the darkness of her cupped hands and onto a tiled counter. I tumble into a bottle of Clearasil and some face wash. Lindsey immediately turns around as I hear a torrent of water gush out from somewhere.

            “Can’t you stay out of trouble for even a minute? Just sit over there and be good or I will put you back in the cage.” I cringed at the thought of being back in that cage. I have grown to hate that hell; I don’t even think of that place as a cage, it’s a form of hell.

            Lindsey turns back towards me and unties her bathrobe. I watch it tumble to the floor revealing just some boxers and a white T-shirt. I can’t believe this happening; I look away turning towards the wall.

            “What’s wrong? Am I not pretty like yours sister and her friends. I’m sorry if I am a freak or is it my freckles? I remember a couple of times when you dropped your sister off at school, you and your friends use to laugh and call me freckle face. The whole school started calling me that.”

            “Nnnnn-no you’re not ugly at all. You are gorgeous, I just didn’t feel right staring at you like this I mean you’re a minor and all.”

            “Get use to it, the way I see it is you are going to be with me for a long time because I am not going to give your sister the satisfaction of knowing if your alright, if your safe, if you are dead or alive. I am tired of her and I’m tired of her games. Their isn’t a moment I wish I could just do something to her but I can’t, however I can do plenty to you and you are going to stay in that little cage, sitting on my ottoman until I see otherwise. You will come to appreciate me, and cherish just the fact that I acknowledge you. I mean even now do you have any idea how long you have been in that cage. Two and half weeks, that’s how long. I’m sorry it has to be this way, but there is no other way.”

            Lindsey grabs me as she slides the shower door open and steps in. The steaming hot water pelts against her body as she sets me down on the floor of the bathtub. I stare up at her nude body unable to believe the sight, she seems to travel up endlessly, her red locks of hair dangling down, her soft skin. I pull my eyes away from her body and start to take a few steps forward to get into the spray of water. As I step out the blast of water hits me full bore knocking down to the ground, my head slams against the porcelain floor. I look down the length of the tub seeing the massive drain, what scares me most is there is no cover on it, just the hole itself. The torrent of water starts to carry me down the length of the tub. I try to stop myself but my hands just slide against the porcelain surface of the tub.

            This is it I think to myself but then an earth shattering thud then a wave of water splashes back on top of me and I crash into wall. I sit up to see a couple of anklets made of colored beads and a few more made of hemp.

            “You have to stay under my body stupid, you are too small and the water is strong” the words cut into me like a knife through butter. I was completely helpless; I crawled back beneath her body for shelter not even daring to try to go out again. I was forced to press my body against her foot and ankle and let as the soapy water fall down around me. I couldn’t believe I was washing myself with the soap she was washing off her body. I felt so low, like a parasite.

            The soap was scented; it smelled like cucumber melon which made me in turn smell like cucumber melon. I once again pressed myself against Lindsey’s body as the water rushing off her body cleaned the soap off of mine.

            “If you want water to drink you better get it now” shouts down Lindsey. I shutter in disgust but realize that she is right. I open my mouth and lap up the water sliding down her body.

            I couldn’t believe the power I had over him. I keep telling myself it’s Hilary, its Hilary. I struggle to contain myself at the thought of Princess Hilary having to wash herself clean with my dirty water. That would serve her right. She doesn’t deserve clean water; she can get the water carrying my sweat, dirt and bacteria to clean her self off. That’s all she deserves in life.

            I now struggle to keep myself from laughing at my evilness. Make her drink the water coming off of me. Yes, that’s what she gets. I so wish this really was you Hilary, but I guess your brother is the next best thing.

            As Lindsey bent down I knew I had gotten all the water I was going to get, her wet hand wrapped around my body. I hardly tried to fight it as I knew it was futile. I couldn’t escape her grasp, but I did punch a little at her fist as it made me feel better. I felt myself moving away from Lindsey’s body as I watched her opposite hand shoot past me. I felt a slight drop as Lindsey dropped me into the soap dish. I looked around a little in fear at how high up I was but before I could comment the lid on the soap dish was slammed back down.

            I sat in darkness for a while in a small puddle of water; the light hurt my eyes as Lindsey picked me up and placed me on the floor. I was dripping wet and shivering as I watched Lindsey grab her towel and start to dry herself off. I began to shiver in the cold air as I waited for Lindsey to dry me off but she placed the towel back on the rack and walked over to the sink.

            I shivered for several more minutes until I spotted her boxers just a few feet away from me. I looked up at her and back over at the boxers. Lindsey’s back was to me as she primped and applied make up. I ran towards her plaid boxer shorts. I crawled into the warm boxer shorts. They smelled heavily of Lindsey, but I realized I had no choice. As I looked around the room I noticed her bathrobe hung up and her t-shirt in the laundry basket. I began to wonder if she left these here for me?

            I pulled the plaid boxers around me and stared up at Lindsey for quite sometime. She did look almost like a goddess from this vantage point. I mean here I am on her bathroom floor bundled up in her dirty laundry trying to keep warm as she gets ready to venture out into the real world.

            Lindsey finally turns around and looks down at me. She doesn’t say anything to me she jus grabs her boxers, the entire floor begins to shake as I watch a ceiling of plaid crash down on top of me. I try to scream for help but my voice in muffled, my body immobilized by what feels like tons of fabric.

            The ceiling peels off of me as I hear the closing of the door, I am back in here, I look around seeing her boxers covering the floor, her faces inches from me on the other side of the bars, her hair still wet, but her make up on.

            “They always say you should leave something with your smell on it for your pets, so I thought I would leave my boxers for you scamper. I have plenty to sleep in. No need to thank me.”

            “Lindsey, please, you promised me just a few days. I want to get out of here. I have a life of my own. I don’t want to spend it apart of some feud. I can talk to Hilary and”

            “And nothing, this is the solution. You need to start realizing your mine now, I love knowing I have something so near and dear to your sisters heart, besides from the looks of things your family has moved on anyway. I am your family now”

            Lindsey, who was dressing throughout the little argument stood up and started heading towards the door. I kicked and shook the bars as she flipped the lights off and shut the door behind her. I slumped down in the bottom of the cage, lying in her dirty boxer shorts. I tried to push the thoughts out of my head but with the smell of Lindsey everywhere now I could think of nothing else.

            Time passed by slower then paint dries, As much as I hated it I couldn’t help but enjoy being able to wrap her boxers around me and stay warm. I hadn’t had that luxury in so long. As nice as it was, I couldn’t help but take it as another sign that I was losing my humanity.

            Quite sometime had passed before I heard the door open up, I didn’t even bother getting up as Lindsey never paid me any attention this early in the day.

            “He is right in there Rochelle but you can’t tell anyone. He is the coolest thing ever. His name is Scamper.”

            “Awwwwwe, what a adorable name.” I bolt up immediately. She wouldn’t I think to myself as I bolt up. All I can see is Amy as she nears me, but I know someone else is here. As Amy reaches in she giggles seeing me in her sister’s pajama bottoms.

            “Scamper, I want you to meet one of my friends from school.” Casually says Amy as she thrusts me towards her friend. All I can see is a brunette haired giant reaching towards me.

            “Amy you canmmpppffff” my voice was muffled immediately by the hands of Amy’s friend Rochelle. I kicked at her hands trying to get free but it was hopeless she only squeezed me harder and harder, I could feel the air pressing out my body as the air became tainted by this girl who had on way to much perfume.

            “He weighs almost nothing. I love how he struggles in my grip. Let’s take him to your room.”

            “We can’t, Lindsey doesn’t know I know, and if she comes home and he isn’t in here.”

            “Well won’t he tell her anyway so we may as well”

            “No because I feed him, and if he wants me to bring him food again he knows that he has to do what I say.” I was in a hopeless situation. It was bad enough Lindsey was using me to get back at Hilary but her sister had me under her thumb and there was not a damn thing I could do about it. Lindsey hasn’t fed me in so long if her sister wouldn’t I would probably be dead.  I knew that was an exaggeration but after getting 3 meals a day for twenty four years going down to maybe 4 meals a week is a bit of a change, 2 of which are from Amy here.

            “He is so amazing” astonishingly says Rochelle.

            “If you let me sit with you at lunch for the rest of the year you can see him a couple times a week.

            “3 times and we have to skip 4 study halls so I can play with him” retorts Rochelle.

            “hmmmm alright 3 times a week but only 3 study halls and I get acknowledgements in the hallway”

            “Deal” says Rochelle and Amy as I am dumped back into Amy’s hand as she puts me back in the cage. How about we go over to my house…I can see this turning into a beautiful friendship Amy. I hear Rochelle say as they close the door to Lindsey’s room.

            I fall back into the plaid boxers unable to believe how long these days last. What must be quite a few more hours pass by because its night. I finally hear voices once again. It sounds like Lindsey’s.

            “Just A second Brad, I have to straighten up” Lindsey runs into the room and picks up my cage. She smiles as she heads across the room carrying the cage and me

            “Brad Miller is over here, can you believe it. I can’t believe he is really talking to me. You are going to have to go in my closet for awhile.”

            As Lindsey closes the closet door behind me I listen to them talk for sometime about nothing in particular. I begin to wonder if this is what my life is going to be like. I then hear a strong feminine voice yell up that he had to go. There was a long pause and what sounded like A kiss but I couldn’t tell. As he left the closet door swung open and I stared up at the gigantic Lindsey.

            “You were very good in there Scamper.  I think I am gonna take you to school with me tomorrow. I have the perfect place for you. I have this little knit bag at school I put my books in to go in between classes. You are going to be there, I bought a little something for you to tonight but it’s a surprise for tomorrow. See you in the morning”

            Lindsey carries the cage back onto the ottoman as she gets ready for bed; I nervously contemplate what she has in store for me tomorrow as I drift off to sleep.

I awoke late, as I didn’t wake up until Lindsey had her hand around me and set me down on the floor. She set her backpack down next to me and told me to crawl in while she brushed her teeth. She disappeared out the door as I contemplated running but I knew I wouldn’t get far, but if I could hide, however she came back to soon and knelt down over me and the back pack. She shuffled me into the backpack and stood up. I felt myself bounce around as Lindsey bounded out the door towards.

            The rumble of her car came to life; I could hear the radio and such. Even now, I felt the world as such a far away place. I tried to think back to a time when I was apart of the outside world but thoughts of Lindsey and Amy clouded any thought of my time being apart of it, I was about to give up trying when I remembered my Kid Sister, Hilary. I hadn’t thought of her in so long. She still loves me.  I need to get to her. She is my only hope.

            I started to hear more and more voices, I was getting bumped around a lot more to which told me that we must have been at school. The sounds of teenage titans moving around gave me the willies but they soon died off to almost none at all. I figured we must have been in a not to popular area of the school. As I a strong female voice shouted her name.

            “Hey slut, according to Brad you give full service! I can’t believe you thought he could be interested you. I guess you didn’t hear he was dating one of my friends.”

            “He is not! He wouldn’t do that!” shouts Lindsey as everything jumbles around as I can hear what sounds like my sister and some girls laughing as Lindsey runs. A pencil case hits me in chest knocking me against a textbook. I soon hear the creek of a locker opening up and light shining down at me. Lindsey grabs me and sets me on the top shelf of her locker. Immediately I notice her eyes are a bit red as it looks like she has been crying.

            “Damn it Hilary that was mean” I mumble to myself.

            “Hey! You going to hop in or do you want to spend the day in my locker.” I look down seeing the knit sack that Lindsey was talking about. I jump into the knit bag that has a Geometry text book and a notebook in it. The bag is pulled shut with some drawstrings as Lindsey carries me down the hallway.

             The morning went by slow as Lindsey didn’t really put much attention towards me. She checked on me every now and then but the most excitement I got was when she changed into her cheerleading outfit.

            Lunch couldn’t have come too soon. We stopped off at Lindsey’s locker where she pulled a sack from her locker and headed down the hallway talking with some other girl. They headed to a rather quiet part of the school. Lindsey sat the bag I was in down against the wall, I realized this was my chance. As she gabbed to her friend I began to push my way towards the opening of the bag. I used the little holes as footholds climbing all the way up. Once I got past a certain point it was quite literally all down hill as I slid down to opening that was pulled shut by the drawstring. I looked up at Lindsey and she seemed to be talking quite intensely to this other girl, so I made my move. I relived that she hadn’t pulled the top shut after her last class. I easily made it out and onto the cold tile floor. I shivered a bit as I looked up at her. My bare feet slapped against the floor as I took off running down the hallway. I kept looking back every few steps making sure I was still in the clear. I couldn’t believe how well this was going. It was like it was meant to be.

            I heard a familiar yet distant voice. It was my sister. There is a god I think to myself as I push myself harder knowing that I am nearly in the clear. I smile like I haven’t smiled in days as I saw myself at home by the end of the day and back to full size in just a few hours.

As Hilary rounded the corner I had never been so happy to see her and Ashlee in my life. I began to wave my hands as I heard her sneer at the sight of Lindsey.

            “How are you enjoying being an only child? I mean your brother has been gone for a few weeks now.”

            “Yeah it has been great. I could certainly get use to it.”

My heart sunk, she didn’t even miss me. I have spent every moment of my life thinking she would rescue me from this hell I was in, if it wasn’t for Hilary I don’t know if I would have made it this far and she doesn’t even care.

            I quickly ducked down behind Ashlee as Hilary glanced down; she stared at the spot where I just was for quite a few moments.

            “What’s wrong? What are you looking at?”

            “Nothing, I just thought…nevermind. THE AIR IN THIS HALLWAY KINDA SMELLS LETS GO.” Hilary and Ashlee sped off as I heard Lindsey scoff.  I stood there against the wall for a minute watching Hilary and Ashlee walk away.

            “But ya know Ashlee, I miss him so much. As fun as it is being an only child, I would give up everything I owned to see him again.” said Hilary as she continued down the hallway well away from me.

            “I know, I am sure he will turn up.” said Ashlee consolingly as I ran back towards Lindsey’s bag.

            I have now where else to go I think to myself as I fight back the tears. I just make it into the bag with a few minutes to spare before the bell goes off. Lindsey grabs the bag and looks down at me. I dejectedly not even look up at her as she pulls the drawstrings on the bag closed.

            I hardly noticed the afternoon pass by as the conversation kept replaying in my head. I never would have thought that my sister would have said that. I loved her with all my heart, maybe I was a bit domineering towards her but it was out of love. I guess, at least I have Lindsey. Maybe, in time we can be friends…who I am kidding.

            As Lindsey bounded down the hall I continued my thoughts not particularly paying much attention until she headed into the bathroom. Lindsey set me down on the floor, I looked up at the person next to her surprised to see Ashlee. Ashlee bent down to grab her purse as I looked out at her through the knit holes in the bag. I stared at her intently, she flashed a look in my direction and then grabbed her bag; she started to look away when I saw her look back down at the bag.

            “What are you looking at freak?” snaps Lindsey.

            “Look who’s talking, how’d the car start yesterday…”

            “Fuckin’ bitch” curses Lindsey as Ashlee laughs as she walks out.

            “See what your sister and her friends are like. They are no good, let’s go to the basketball game and then we can go home.”

            “Yeah, I can’t wait to go home Lindsey” I yell up to her.

            “Me neither, it’s been a long day.” huffs Lindsey as she grabs the bag and heads towards the gym.

The End is yet to come…