Page 98 of Pucking Them
The Webbs aren’t our parents. If I could carve their DNA out of my body, then I would.
How dare the Webbs talk to that journalist about our private childhood? Expose us like that to the world?
Our hidden pain?
They talked away their crimes like they were victims too.
They weren’t the ones who didn’t know, however, as they hugged their twin each night whether he would wake up the next morning.
They weren’t the ones who had their fingers broken because a sadistic couple they’d been sold to wanted to see whether they could do more than make me scream.
Talk, boy.
That’s two. Say thank you, that’s all. Then we won’t break three.
Talk.
I swallow.
Seeing everything in print like that the other night, followed by the flood of memories from The Room, stole my voice.
The words were locked inside my chest again.
I know my inability to talk scared Shay. I hated that. But it scared me more.
What if I hadn’t been able to find the words again?
In the past, when the words struggled to crawl from my throat, I would go skating. The ice was where I felt at home. It freed me.
But now, I couldn’t even do that.
Yet this time, it was Robyn, D’Angelo, and Shay who freed me.
I never thought thatpeoplecould help me talk, rather than be the reason that I was silent.
Robyn and D’Angelo are special.
I understand why Shay would be destroyed if they abandoned us.
I would be wrecked too.
Seeing the article go up in flames helped.
I touch Cody’s arm. “Your baking creation is perfect. Can I have a box to take some them back to the others?”
Cody lifts his head, smiling. “Awesome. Hold on.”
He ducks to the other side, dragging open drawers with a clatter that makes me wince.
“Ah-ha, this’ll work.” Cody brings back a small, pretty cake box and drops it onto the counter. “They’ll never know about our disaster. I’ll keep a couple for Mike. He loves munching on my balls.”
He waggles his eyebrows.
Is this what friends do? Cover up each other’s fuck-ups?
With Cody, it usually also includes innuendos.
“Isn’t this lying?” I check.
