Guardian Angel

Chapter 5

Loud pounding on the door awakened me like someone was trying to break it. Darren was curled up against the headboard, his face white like snow and fear in his eyes.
“Darren, you little shit. You will open this fuckin’ door or I'll break it.” Said an angry voice from outside.
“God…” Darren whispered barely audibly.
“What’s going on?” I asked and instinctively prepared to reflect the attack of the unknown enemy.
“… Please, stay here. And…. It would be better if you pretend to be asleep." he said in a slightly shaky voice.
“Better for who?”
“Better for us.”
“But….” before I had time to answer, Darren had already pulled the sheet over me and opened the door.
“Stan, I’m so sorry. I was asleep, I didn’t hear you knock on the door.” Darren said in a small voice.
“What the fuck you mean asleep! For two days you’ve only been seen three times on the street. Or have you decided to change bosses? I don't like the idea of my favorite being taken away from me." I heard menace in that voice.
"I'm sorry, Stan. Something came up and I couldn't get there. It’s so cold on the streets. I decided to work in Mike’s bar.”
“Where’s the money? I suppose you did quite well in that fucking bar, hey boy?
Silence. Then I heard Darren’s whisper “Not much, Stan. I made sixty dollars blowing three guys and thirty for handwork.”
“Are you mocking me, boy? You have two fucking days and got only ninety fucking dollars?”
“I’m sorry, Stan. Unlucky days.”
“I’ll show you ‘Unlucky days’, bitch. I don't have the time to deal with your problems,” the voice was yelling now. I heard the sound of slap, and then a rustling.
“No, Stan. Please… not in the room” Darren begged.
Under the blanket, I listened to this talk. My head pounded and I didn’t understand. Too many questions in my head. Who was this person, and what gave him the right to beat and yell at Darren? What did Darren’s words mean? What the hell was going on? I wished I could get rid of this buzzing in my head.
“Please, Stan…. Let's go to the bathroom and let the magic happen."
“Hey. Why don’t you want to do this on the bed? What you trying to hide from me?”
“I’m not alone. A client. He's sleeping.” Darren replied in a shaky voice.
“A client? Since when did you start bringing clients into your home?” The voice was a little surprised.
“I… The hotels were full. He--he promised me four hundred dollars for the night.”
“Well, that’s not too bad. Let’s do it quickly, I have no time to spend on you.”
I heard the bathroom door close and took a deep breath. I begin to think about what I’d heard. The street, bar, blowjob, handwork…what--? That meant…. Oh, God!
There could only be one answer. A prostitute! My angel, my savior, that kid was a cheap street whore. Oh God….
"Turn around and bend over." I heard Stan growl. “Come on, move your ass…. That’s right…. Oh, god, you feel so good …I’ll show you how to use that tight ass!”
No words from Darren. No whimper, no moan, no sound. Poor kid bore his rape silently. Rape, pain, humiliation.
A loud sound of pleasure broke my gloomy thoughts.
“I always said you’re the best fuck I've ever had!” I could actually hear his zipper through the thin door. “You must use your ass more often than your beautiful mouth”. With these harsh words a bathroom door was opened.
“You better be on the street in one hour or you’ll have big problems. And don’t forget the money.”
I flinched at the loud slam of the front door. Then I jumped up from the bed, and in spite of my dizziness I hurried to bathroom. Silence. No breath, no rustle, no sound. I carefully opened the door and saw him.
Darren was seated on the floor, naked from the waist down, his knees pressed up against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around his legs as he cried silently.

TBC