The lost boy Seth

Seth opened his eyes to see Fatty on the cot beside him holding Seamus to his naked fat. He could hear Fatty whispers to Seamus in Russian and Seamus was talking back in saying things that Seth didn’t understand what they were saying. This place bothered him period. He went to roll over onto his back and felt pain soot throughout his whole body. He couldn’t even tell where the pain was coming from that’s how intense it was. It hurt like a bitch. He tired his best to stifle a moan but was unsuccessful. Seamus looked up at him.

He could see the tears in Seamus’ eyes and see them trickling down his cheeks as fatty grasped him tighter. Seth looked at Seamus and could read the pain in his face for the first time. A pain that Seth realized had always been there. He wanted to cry just looking at Seamus. He didn’t know what to do for him if he could have done anything. He was in too much pain to move. Fatty whispered something in Seamus’ ear and got up leaving him there covered only by the thin blanket he now wrapped around his waist. His pants lay on the floor in front of his cot. Seamus looked Seth in the eyes and then looked down at the ground. Seth could see the same in that look as clearly as if he himself were feeling it.

“You okay man?” Seamus asked him in a whisper.

“I hurt all over,” Seth answered back.

“We’re almost to Prague; we should be there by daybreak. Then we’ll get off this infernal ship. And I don’t know what happens from there,” Seamus said with a grimace that quickly vanished as if it had never there.

They sat in silence for a moment. Staring at each other intently. “Do they move you around a lot?” Seth asked suddenly.

“Unless you have the red sun on your arm,” Seamus said, “They almost gave me one in Russia last time I was there. It means that where you stay. You don’t move anywhere else. But enough talk for right now. I’m sleepy. I haven’t slept in about two nights because of Fatty. He keeps waking me up. Seamus said glancing over that the chair where Fatty’s eyes had already started to droop.

“Night then,” Seth said to Seamus closing his eyes and Seamus closed his.
He dreamt he was back at home that night. That he had never gone anywhere and then he was back there again only trapped in a gold cage. Someone shook him awake. It was Seamus looking at him and talking to Fatty in Russian.
“Stop screaming, stupid whore,” Fatty spat Seth.

Evidently he had been screaming in his sleep. He moved to feel what was left of the pain shoot through his body again. He was sweating and cold under his blanket.

“It’s almost time to get up anyway,” Seamus said to Seth and Seth looked around at 16 pairs of eyes staring at him from under blankets, their owners trying to keep themselves warm from the cold. He hadn’t even realized he had been screaming and didn’t know what for. His dream hadn’t been that bad. It had been a long time since he had had a nightmare though. But this was worse then any nightmare.

“Sorry,” Seth said sleepily.

“Its okay most of them will be backing to sleep in time I just,” Seamus cringed, “Well, thank you for the rescue.”

“Not a problem”
The ship rocked for another hour and then they were told to line up in the hall. The shi had stopped moving and the engines no longer roared they had reached port. Each boy stood in the line and Dom came out of his walked up down the hall glaring at them all. He pulled boys out of the line on at a time. Seamus and Seth were both pulled out of the line with 8 other boys.

“All of you follow Gus,” He said Fatty smiled at them all and they all followed him out to black vans he threw them all into two minivans and off they went to their new home. Or at least that’s what Seth figured. No one told him anything. And he didn’t dare ask Seamus who was silent for once in their short period together with his head down. They stopped in front of a brick building. Every window was covered with blue lace curtains. They entered the building in a single file line.

“Stand against the wall all of you,” Fatty said pushing one of the boys up against one side of a long hall. He shouted something else in Russian and a bunch of boys came out of rooms down the hall and lined up on the other side of the wall single file just like they were on the opposite wall. These boys all looked different though. Unlike them who could all be related at least tow of the boys on the other side had a brownish red color hair and the rest all had dark brown or black hair but their eyes were all different colors and so was their skin. One of the boys with dark red hair caught Seth’s eye quickly and then looked away as Fatty passed in front of him. Fatty shouted something out in Russian and then turned to a man with blonde hair on his left who shouted it out in Dutch and then he said in English, “ This is your new home for the time being unless I pick you to get the tat then you will stay here for the rest of your natural born days. DO you understand? You are not free to leave the house until you have been her for two years and yes, we do keep track of how long we’ve had you. We know how long we’ve had you. We know all about where you come from who you are and all of that. So if you try to run or go to the police guess who dies? Your family, your friends everyone and everything you love will be destroyed. So don’t even bother to try and run away if you hold everything dear. You will do as you are told. You will not leave this house unless it’s for a party. You will not scream and cry when you have clients. You will take it like the man that I know is inside all of you. Now if I tap you on the head you come with me for those of you who are new. Those of you who are not go back to your rooms now.”

And with that half the room left. The boys along the walls who were left look scared. Some of them had silent tears of determination in their eyes trying not to cry and some of them looked so young all that they could do was cry. Fatty walked up and down the row and tapped three boys on the head next to Seth and Seamus. Then he tapped Seamus and Seth on their heads and the boy with the dark red hair. They got in a line and followed Fatty into another room. It was a large living room with tattoo artist all over. They had pictures of the art they were supposed to put on the boys body’s next to them. The boys sat down in chairs without a word and started to get inked. It burned and felt like a bee sting Seth thought to himself even though he stayed quiet and didn’t move and then he realized they were putting a red star onto his bicep. That meant one thing. That this was his home now. He would never leave this place again. And that that is where he was meant to stay for the rest of his life. He was glad he had Seamus with him.

He looked over at Seamus he had Fatty kissing his neck and his eyes clamped shut because of the pain.

“This is home,” He thought to himself realizing that the nightmare had only just begun.