The Protector of children

Chapter 9: The bogeyman is real.
(The new chapter nine. Just added a couple pages)

The house was one of those that looked like it was put together with just stone and mud. He wouldn’t let us go outside much so, I couldn’t tell you much about the surrounding area except we were out in the middle of no-where with… with trees everywhere.

He kept a huge garden out in the back in a glasshouse so he could grow flowers out of season. He didn’t allow any of us in there too.

We couldn’t go in the cellar or in his bedroom unless he to-took us in there himself.

We had to call him ’Papa’ and he rename us, saying our names were made by impure parents that couldn’t protect us like he did. Lo-love us like he did.

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Travers listen to his boyfriend talk about his past, cringing internally at every stutter and the sharp sob in the man’s voice. It has taken every ounce of strength and will to sit there in the other chair, frozen like a statue. Marks was the one asking the questions.

He felt wrong for making the smaller man talk after the quarry. It took a long time for Bain to calm down again and even a much longer time to get him to even speak. No doubt after this session was over, that blonde would be even more of a nervous wrack then he was before.

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‘Papa’ liked it that the girls would always wear skirts or dresses with their hair done up with bows. And the boys in shorts and collared shirts. He made all the boys have crew cuts except for the ones with the hair that he likes. Like m-me. Then our hair would cut in bowl shapes so he could pet our heads like fucking dogs.

What he looked like? Well, he had brown hair, gelled back with a lining of grey at the temples. Square jaw. Tall and filled out. Pretty strong too. I remember that he got really mad and threw a table at the wall. But he always got this parenting sm…smile?

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He could see those downcast eyes lighten up. Almost like he just realized something. Bain gave a strained laugh but didn’t say anything about it and continue talking.

Later on, Cheza might want have a talk with the blonde about.

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He had very short temper and he would take it out on some random kid that accidentally turned a corner of the rug over or something stupid like that. That’s when we learn not be around when he’s in a bad mood. But he always find someone to hurt. We weren’t that cleaver.

We tried everything to afford being hit by him or become a favorite except for a small few that thought we should fight back. Weren’t we the stupid ones.

Favorites have the life-span of a roach. It’s a safe bet to assume that when a kid goes in his bedroom that he or she might not come out of it alive again. He likes being rough when…when he’s doing it.

Like for-forcing it in so hard that we would bleed out. I had the doctors tell me that I had major scarring in …in there. I didn’t doubt them on that. He sometimes would bite and scratch us but he afforded our faces since he wanted to keep us looking pretty for him.

According to stories told by the older kids, when a favorite dies he would leave a flower wherever he buried them. Even if they died for being bad, he would still put flower where he put the bodies.

When someone dies, we no longer talk about them and forget their name and very soon it would as if they ne-ne-never existed.

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Shit! “Marks, we’re done for the day.” No longer could he just sit there and let the smaller man talk.

The dark-haired man quickly embrace the rocking man whose eyes went unfocused and dim. Bain was going into that dark place of his mind where the bogeyman and nightmares live.

He forced the man to stand and pushed him gently out the door. The land whale that was waiting with an uniformed officer gave a low whine when he saw his master in a comatose state and being forced to move by that big stupid human that always hurting him.

The bulldog gave a low growl and pulled his leash out of the hands of his temporary keeper’s hands and charged at the big human.

“Holy fucking shit!”

Well, Slone didn’t go any higher then mid-calf but when those sharp flesh-shearing teeth clamp down on his leg. You bet that it did hurt like hell.

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When the cat’s away, the mice will play. While the bossman was giving statements at the police station, Cady and Alan were doing anything but work.

“Chrissy, sweetie, baby! I knew that Greg was off limits. I was not with him last Friday. I was with Bain at a club.” Alan used the phone that was kept at the front counter.

The petite brunette was back in the back offices, giving herself a French manicure and pedicure using the office’s little bottle of white out. The light blonde man would have killed these two if he ever find out how they spent their day without him cracking the provable whip at their backs.

“That wasn’t me, I’m telling you. Why would I go after a guy that my own little sister’s dating? Exactly! I do not touch my siblings’ love interest.”

“YOU TOUCH MY DOG! I WILL KILL YOU!” Uh-oh, the cat’s back.

“Umm, listen Chrissy. I got to go. Yeah, tell mom that I love her too. Kay, bye.” He hanged up the phone, moved it back to its’ original position and cleaned up the sales counter and raced to the alley’s dumpsters behind the line of shops to get rid of the Chinese take-out containers and bags of potato chips. On his way back to the front, he told Cady to get her socks and shoes back and put the white-out bottle back in the desk drawers and look like she has been working all this time.

The dark blond managed to get in place behind the counter, with a magazine open and put on the facade that this was all that he was doing as the door rang and the arguing couple stormed in. Cady walked quickly to a box of paperback books and quickly just putting random books on selves.

“That dog bit my leg and you’re defending him!”

Bain was carrying Slone in his arms, an amazing feat considering how heavy the animal weighed, as he walked around behind the counter and put the growling dog in the back room and locked the door. Poor Cheza was limping right behind him, using a hospital-issued cane to get around.

“He was just doing what he was trained to do. To protect me.” He barred the door with his own body, putting himself between his dog and boyfriend.

“You were black out and I was getting to help since I don’t know what the fuck to do when you go off visiting La-la land!”

Alan gave a sigh and flipped a page. Cady came over to whispered to him as the two couple continued their fight.

“They always yelling at each other.”

The dark blonde went ‘humph’ and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s called sexual tension. They just need to find a room and do the wild thing and then maybe we all get some peace and quiet around here.”

The shop was suddenly quiet, other then the loud muffled barks coming from behind the smaller man. Apparently Alan had said all that a little too loud.

Bain shoved the pissed off detective and shoved a ringed finger under his best friend’s nose.

“Get this straight, Alan and remember it well cause I’m going to say this once. I’m never sleeping with this brain-dead caveman! So get that sick fantasy out of your fucking head!”

“Sure, Alexander. Whatever you say.” Alan was unfazed by the smaller blonde’s outcry and looked past him at the dark-haired man who didn’t take what was just all too well.

“He blacked out today. What happen?”

“I didn’t black out.” Bain mumbled and turned his focus on the magazine that laid forgotten on the counter.

“While he was talking. His eyes just went dimmed and got real quiet.” He could have went on more but the door rang and Bain greeted the new customer with fake smile and happy greeting.

Travers’ stormy eyes went wide when he saw his little smartass boyfriend that needs a reminder that they were in relationship talking to his ex-girlfriend that went out of town for business just after they called it quits.

“Hello, I’m just here cause I thought I saw-” The woman, a bleached blonde in a blue pinstriped pantsuit and matching blue heels, looked around in the shop and gave a giddy ’Hi, Honey!’ as she made her way over to the startled detective.
This can’t be looking good! He thought as the woman left a red kiss mark on his cheek and permanently leached herself around his neck.

“I missed my wittle teddy-bear!” Cady and Alan mouthed ’teddy-bear?’ to each other while a certain pair of moonstone eyes turned dark with rage at a certain dark-haired detective. “ I just got out of a grueling lunch with the bosses and I saw you walking into this little shop and just had to come over!”

She noticed the cane and asked what tha cane was for.

“Kerry.” Cheza tried to remove the blonde woman from his neck but she ended up tightening her hold on him. “Kerry, I’m in a middle of something and I-”

“Oh, don’t worry Detective Cheza.” He never thought he would wince at the sound of his name being pronounced correctly by the smaller man. “I’ll just call your partner, Detective Marks and we’ll work out a time when I could come in to finish our talk.” Bain unlocked the door and slammed it shut with a loud ‘bam!’ after he walked through it.

Everyone in the shop jumped.

“Grumpy. I guess even famme guys could be bitchy like other women.” Kerry finally removed herself and went to checked out the ‘Danielle Steele’ row.

Alan’s dark green eyes focused on the big man. They were telling him what he already knew.

This was beyond bad.
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