6.
I didn’t come from my room until almost one, the next afternoon. I didn’t hear my father leave, but the door slamming open on his return is what woke me. He came crashing up the stairs like a charging bull, the footfalls making my room shake. He didn’t hesitate when he reached the top, banging my door open and almost running inside.
I sat bolt upright, shocked awake and waited for him to come at me. But he never did. Instead, my father had this strange grin on his face, one that looked almost apologetic.
“Come on, Harry. Get dressed and come into town with me. Got something special for ya.” He gestured for me to follow and I slowly climbed out of bed. I’d slept in my clothes the previous night so just slid into my boots. My father continued to grin at me as I nervously stood and walked towards him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and knew he’d be at his unpredictable worst.
“Where we goin’,” I asked quietly, but he only flashed his wider grin at me, blackened teeth shiny with spittle.
“Got a surprise for ya, kiddo. You’re a man now, you know. 15 years old and a man.” I didn’t bother correcting him. If he thought I was 15 then that would mean I could leave sooner than expected.
He continued pushing me towards the door, then out and down the steps. He had a spring in his step, clearly excited about something. I didn’t know what, but it wouldn’t be long before I did.
7.
It was Rita’s he took me to, a kind of pub, but many of the whispers I’d heard about the place said it was more of a whorehouse. I’d sat across the street from it once and watched as many of the town’s men would shuffle in and out of the place, sometimes staying only half an hour or so.
My father pushed me down the side of the building instead of through the front doors. There were a couple of old rundown shacks behind the main building and it was into one of these he ushered me. A woman greeted us, one who’d last seen prettiness in the mirror a couple of decades before.
“This is him, my boy,” my father said as he closed the door behind us. The woman stared at me for a moment, her own mouth working something inside it.
“Every been with a lady, Harry?” she asked and I shook my head. I was nervous, really nervous. She stank of stale piss, alcohol and tobacco smoke, all rolled into one unsightly package. I looked nervously at my father but he was focused on the woman.
“Why don’t you go into that room there and wait for me. I won’t be long. Just have to chat to your dad for a bit.” She pointed to a door behind her and I snuck past her as she continued to eye me off, her beady eyes never leaving mine.
8.
The room stank as much as she did. There was a single bed in the corner and nothing else. A stained mattress sat on top of it, no bedding to speak off. The stains completely covered the mattress from top to bottom and I knew I didn’t want to lay on it. Fuck, I didn’t want to be in the same room with it.
I was about to turn back for the door but it suddenly opened and the woman came in. She was followed by my father who was carrying a chair. Seeing him come in with her only served to inject my nerves more. I didn’t know what these two had planned but the sooner it was over with the better.
“Time to become a man,” my father said as he set the chair down in the far corner. He sat in it and watched me with that same weird grin of anticipation.
The woman cupped my cheek in her hand and pulled my eyes to hers. I was so caught up in the moment that I damn near jumped when Eddie spoke.
“Just let her do her thing and get it over with,” he mumbled from somewhere in the darkness. Neither of us really knew what to expect and so simply followed the woman’s lead.
The woman sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my hand and slowly pulled me towards her. She took a quick peek past me, no doubt looking at the man paying her for this, then returned her attention to me.
Her hand slowly crept up to the top of my pants and after popping the buttons, took my dick out and let it hang freely. If you’re thinking there was a highly-charged sexual energy in the room, let me burst your bubble.
For one, the stink of stale piss and alcohol was so strong that I struggled to breathe properly. There was also the ever-increasing cloud of tobacco smoke from my father, busy chain smoking behind us. Then there was the filthy bitch sitting before me, her cracked lips and ragged hair just the beginning of her appeal.
Her nostrils had scaly skin on them, as if she’d had a cold recently. When she took her top off, her tits hung all the way down on top of her substantial fat roll and the stink of sweat was strong enough to overpower the rest of the odours.
She pulled my pants down to my ankles and leaned back a little, as if taking in the sight before her. Her eyes turned up towards me and I ashamedly looked away. I didn’t want her seeing my repulsion, hoping for her to be quick with me.
I heard a noise behind me, the chair creaking loudly, but didn’t turn to look. I
