Calming Coffee

Time for some background info on James! Let me know if you guys like it or if it doesn't make sense! Thanks to the people who reviewed, it made me eager to post more :)


***Flashback


Work got better after that. Adam fixed the main network problems and was offered the job, which he took. Now he fixes computers, projectors, TVs and sets up all the equipment for any assembly or school show. He is surprisingly busy. Who knew there was so much our school was lacking?

And we recently got a new Media teacher. She's very nice and we have pleasant chats whenever I see her.

Adam and I are quickly becoming friends, which is a little odd, I know, since he's best friends with Casey. But there are only 6 years in between us, so I guess it's alright. I'm pretty sure he's interested in being more than friends, but he seems to know that he can't push me into anything, which is refreshing. Sometimes there's a little glance he gives, and when we make eye contact there is a definite spark. I just want to run my fingers through his gorgeous black hair, hold him tight, and let him have his wicked way with me. He has a strong build, not too muscular, like a soccer player more than a football player. I know I would always feel safe in his arms. It's too bad that I know I'm too damaged for him. He needs a nice, healthy relationship. Not someone like me. Not a disgusting, slutty bitch.

Today we carpooled, since Casey had to borrow Adam's car. When the day ended, Adam stopped by my room as I was getting ready to leave so we could walk out together. Luckily it's Friday so I know I won't have to be back for a couple days. I loooove weekends!

As we entered the parking lot, I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. I turned to get a better glimpse of them, since I don't want crazy people hanging out at the Elementary school. I made eye contact, and immediately stopped walking. Christian. It can't be!

***Ugh, I hate it when Jason has all his friends over. He's worse than usual around them. Sometimes he can be really sweet to me, but never when they're here. At least I can avoid them most of the time. I've only been living with him for a couple weeks now, so I guess I should start getting to know them.
As I entered the room, Jason's friends let out whistles. Creeps. They are all creeps. “Hey baby,” Jason leered at me. “Why don't you saunter your loose ass into the kitchen and get us some beers. Bring some chips back with you while you're at it.”

I hate it when he's like this. “Why don't you just get it yourselves?” I snapped back. Uh oh. Big mistake. He gets mad when I snap at him when it's just us, never mind if there's company.

“James, sweetie, come here.” Jason said in a scary voice. I knew better than to argue, and started walking over to him. “No,” he stopped me, “crawl.” I swallowed my embarrassment, and crawled to him through the crowd of his friends, who all slapped my ass as I passed by.

“What a nice bitch you have!”
“I'd like me a piece of that”
“Dude, you gonna share?”
“You ain't gonna let your slut talk to you like that right?”

Finally I made it over to Jason, while trying to control my tears and shame. “Lie down on my lap. Don't make things worse,” he calmly said to me. I did what he said, and put my ass in the air. “Boys, you wanna see how to keep your whore in line?” He ripped my pants down, exposing me (I'm not allowed to wear underwear). Immediately he began spanking, as hard as he could. “Baby, you know you shouldn't snap at me like that. After all I do to take care of you, this is how you act? Apologize to my friends.” He hit without rhythm so I had no way of knowing when to expect the next one. When I thought he was in between hits I tried to apologize. “I'm sorry I was rude and,” Slap! “and and that I t-talked,” Slap! Slap! “b-b-back to you!” I lost count when I started crying, around 11 hits. All I could hear were the cheers of his friends and the sound of skin slapping skin.

Finally he stopped, but kept me over his lap as he squeezed my sore and reddened cheeks.

“Now, since you were so disrespectful to my friends, I think it's only fair that you go get us the beers and chips now and spend the night getting to know everyone.” I painfully stood, and pulled my pants back up. I paused, and looked around. They were all watching me, and I could see their obvious arousal tenting their pants. “We're waiting, unless you wanted a repeat?” I shook my head no, and rushed to the kitchen to get everything.

I spent the evening watching them play poker while sitting quietly. Jason made me sit on each lap for a few minutes at a time, and I had to quietly deal with their groping. Any time I started crying, Jason threatened to make me blow him in front of everyone. As bad as this was, I knew that would be worse, and give him new ideas. Toward the end of the game, Jason was out of money, but still wanted to play. Just him and Christian were left.

“You could just bet a night with your whore. It's not like he's been behaving for you anyway. And I'm sure I can teach him some new tricks.” Christian suggested while caressing my thighs. I could feel him getting harder as he thought about this idea.

“Yeah ok, your loss though. He isn't all that good. I won't bet a whole night though, I need his ass in my bed, but I'll give you a half hour. Deal?” Does he care for me at all? He would just give me to his friends like that?

Christian agreed, and they started the hand. He whispered in my ear after harshly biting it, “Baby, you better hope I win. The things I will do to your bruised ass will make you scream.” At this, he lightly thrust his cloth covered dick into my ass. Why did I have to be sitting on his lap now! “I will hold you down and fuck your mouth til you choke and your throat is raw.” He started squeezing my throat and brought his hand up to caress my jaw. “You'll be tasting me for days, and I promise that you will crave it again.” He smiled into my neck as I started trembling in fear. “That's right baby, you know you want this.” No no no no, please let Jason win!

Jason did win, with a smile in my direction. Oh thank god, it's over now. He took Christian's money, and with a chuckle said to him, “You know, since you tried so hard I think I'll give you that half hour anyway. He's all yours!” Christian immediately stood up and threw me over his shoulder and brought me into the guest room, where he dropped me onto the floor. I instinctively crawled away into a corner and tried to hide my face from his view.

“I believe I made you some promises earlier. Let's see how much damage we can do in a half hour. Strip.” He started stalking toward me...***

“James?! James, are you ok? James, it's Adam. What's wrong? You're seriously scaring me!” Adam? That means I'm not there anymore. I'm not there. I'm safe. I'm on the other side of the country.
“Adam?” I whispered and looked up at him, with tears in my eyes. I looked around, I was still standing in the parking lot. He hugged me tightly.

“Thank god. You had me so worried! What happened?”

How could I tell him? “Come on, let's get you home, ok? James? Give me the keys, I'll drive.” I silently handed him the keys and got into the car. It couldn't have been Christian, right? He's in California, they all are. I must be going insane. Too much stress, what with Tony and work and everything.

Before I knew it we were back at my house. He unlocked my door and had me sit on the couch. “Do you want anything? Something calming? Tea, or juice? Maybe wine?” Adam was obviously a little freaked out, but still trying his best to take care of me. Wait, it's my house though, I should be getting him a drink! I started to get up, but he just sat me back down with a look. “I know it's your house, but just let me do this. What can I get for you?” Well, ok then. If he insists. “Coffee,” I mumbled, “with a drop of milk please.” He smiled and left the room.

I didn't realize that his presence was what was keeping me calm. After he left the living room I jumped up and checked that the front door was locked. I closed all the curtains tight, grabbed a blanket, and curled up on the couch. When Adam came back I was shaking uncontrollably.

“Whoa, James, I shouldn't have left you! Here's your coffee, take a sip, ok?” He sat next to me and helped me sit up. I took the mug and sipped the coffee slowly, and felt myself relaxing. Nice and strong, just the way I like it. After a few moments, Adam hesitantly started.

“So, what happened out there? We were walking, and all of a sudden you stopped, went completely pale and started trembling. You wouldn't move for a whole minute! I was really worried! Are you alright? Do you need to go to the doctor?” He sat closer and put his hand on my knee. Oddly enough, the warmth of his hand calmed me almost as much as the coffee.

“I thought I saw someone,” I paused. He gave me a moment before asking, “Tony?”

“No, not Tony. Worse. From before. From California. His name is Christian. He is my ex-boyfriends best friend. But, it couldn't have been him, right?” I looked to Adam as tears started rolling down my cheeks. He reached over and pulled me into a hug, I held on tightly. Safe. Adam feels safe.

“What did Christian do?” he asked gently. I shook my head. “No, it doesn't matter. It couldn't have been him!” I started getting a little hysterical. “He isn't here! This is my safe place!” Adam just rubbed my back as I cried, making soothing sounds. “It's ok James, he isn't here. You're safe here. What did he do to you? And don't say it doesn't matter. Please, let me help you.” He waited patiently as I cried. Finally I gathered my wits. I can tell Adam a little, right? I can't tell everything though.

“J-Jason, my ex, gave me to h-him because of a p-p-poker game. A h-half hour. He did th-things,” I couldn't go on. I burst out in a new round of silent tears, and buried my head into Adam's shoulder. He knew not to press anymore and just quietly hugged me.

I awoke later, still on the couch with the blanket on me, listening to the sounds of Adam and Casey talking. Did he tell Casey what happened?! He doesn't need to know! He's my nephew, I should be taking care of him, not the other way around. I have to get up and stop them. How long has Casey been here anyway?