Things were working out great... or so I thought. I mean, what with my awesome boyfriend, my family, and my friends, I couldn't have expected what would be coming right around the corner. Anyways, I had gotten a summer job of waiter-ing tables at a local restaurant and was pretty adept to it after a few weeks. I was happy to be earning the wages, and after work, Vince (my bf) met me every day to go hang out... sometimes we even went to each other's houses to tie each other up if no one was home. Oh, sorry, I strayed.
One day, I was serving the dishes to tables when I came across this ragged middle-aged man in a large brown, and rather smelly, jacket. His hair was sort of dishelved and he smelled like a dog had urinated in his mouth. Unfortunately, I was given the task of waitering his table, consisting of himself and a younger looking boy, about 15 who I presumed was his son. The boy had a cute face and medium'length black hair, although he looked down at his shoes as he sat down. He looked so miserable, and his father didn't even take the time to look at him, consumed in reading the menu. He never asked what his son even wanted to eat!
"Danny!" my supervisor sharply whispered, "Don't just stand there and gawk at the girl at table five, serve those customers!" (Table five was right next to the table I was watching).
With a pleasant smile, I walked over to the melancholic son and his stringent father. "Hello, I'm Danny and I'll be your waiter today. What can I get you?"
The father spoke first, rather demanding, "I'll have the rib-eye steak, well done with a side of mashed potatoes."
"Ok sir," I replied, and then turned to the younger boy, "and what about for-"
"He'll have just a plate of chicken strips and fries," his father interrupted.
"Oh... alright. Anything to drink?"
The boy finally looked up and said, "Could I get a sprite?"
"Sure," I said and smiled, glad that he was okay.
"Jonathon!" his father yelled loudly but not loud enough to attract the other customers, "I told you over and over that I don't APPROVE of your unhealthy drinking habits," he turned to me, "just get him a freakin(of course that's not the F word he spoke) glass of water. I'll take a Coors."
I wrote down their orders and saw Jonathon's head bow down back into its original position. I left and the early evening rolled by. I had taken other orders, but always looked back at the table with the sad-eyed kid. Their order was finally ready, so I walked over where apparently, the father was reprimanding the boy on something he had said. The boy looked up, with a little more determination in his eyes. They stopped as I approached them. "Here's your orders, sirs." I passed down the chickeen strips to Jonathon, since he was closest. I was about to reach over the rib-eye to the father when Jonathon told me "I got it," trying to help bring it over. Unfortunately, our coordination wasn't exactly down, so the steak ended up sliding off of the plate, knocking into the father's Coors and spilling it all over the table and his lap (apparently he hadn't drank much yet).
The father reacted immediately, "you little shit!" he yelled to Jonathon. "Look at the mess you've made."
"I'm sorry sir," I tried to reason, "I'll get you another steak, on the house."
"Don't expect to be eating when I'm left foodless!" he took a chicken strip and threw it on the ground. He took another and threw it straigt at Jonathon, hitting him in the face, spices and all. This had drawn quite a stir, as most of the patrons looked around to see what all the fuss was about.
The father entered a rage as he threw whatever was around him at the boy, with me pleading him to stop. The father never noticed me and suddenly picked up a a steak knife, holding it menacingly.
I decided enough was enough, and so did the kid, who threw the table over before the man could get out of his chair. He dropped the knife somewhere far out of his reach and got up and charged at the boy.. Why did he never go after me? I didn't care, I just had to save the kid. I intercepted and punched him right up the chin in an uppercut. Stunned, I forced my palm into the middle of his gut and knocked him over. Luckily, there was plenty of space for him to fall without hitting many other tables. The man was out cold, but I stayed in a stance, waiting for him to get up. It was over.
A few minutes later, police, paramedics and newsreporters all came onto the scene. Pictures were shot of me and the kid, like we were some sort of heroes. I tried to explain that what occured was just some case of domestic violence, but the kid nudged at my arm. "No, it's kinda different."
The police shooed away the reporters and told them that they would have all the time to interview us tomorow and to let us get some rest. "Son, where do you live?" the cop asked Jonathon.
"UHm... I don't have a home. That man isn't even my father." he replied.
"What? How in the-? Well, do you have any place you could go to? A relative's perhaps?"
"Officer, he can stay with me," I said, "my house is just down the block and it wouldn't be any trouble to my family."
"Well," the officer said, "I don't-"
"That would be great!" Jonathon said, eyes beaming at me, like I was a saint, or something.
The cop gave in. Everyone drived away, and we we got to my car.
As we were riding home, we conversed. "Thanks for that... uhm..."
"Oh," I said, "my name's Danny! Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, likewise... oh, except my name's Jonathon, or Jon for short."
We rode on in silence for a while, me unsure if I should ask the question. "Jon?" I finally asked, "where are your parents?"
"... they were murdered two years ago."
"Oh,... I'm sorry." I decided not to aske anymore questions till we got home.
As I pulled into the driveway, I thought I saw a shadow in my lawn, but it was just a cat. My parents, I forgot, were on another business trip out of the state, so I was home alone for the week. The house was dark. "Can you wait here in the living room, Jon? I'm just gonna change out of my uniform."
"Sure," he said. I went upstairs. My uniform consisted of black shoes, black slacks, and a white dress shirt. I had rolled the sleeves up, too. I kicked off my shoes as I got in my room... when someone stretched their hand over my mouth.
"Mpphh!" I was scared, did the father follow us home??
Then, I felt my arms being handcuffed behind me. A sock was quickly stuffed into my mouth and a large bandana kept it in place. My bedroom door was closed too, so I couldn't tell if Joon could hear my muffles. I tried to fight back, but my arms were useless now. My attacker tripped me and tied my feet together, just above my black socks. I couldn't move, or see in the darkness. My attacker got off and turned on the lights.
It was... Vince?
I tried to scream at him and looked at him in rage. I still had a mentally troubled guest downstairs. He had no idea.
"Hey Danny," Vince said. He laid down right next to me, facing my tied up body, stroking my shirted chest. "You look soo sexy in your work get-up~" He ruffled my hair and tried make his way to my feet to tickle them. I had no time for this! I rolled away, trying to give him the message. "Hey! What's wrong? First, you come home hella late, and now you don't want to play??" He caught my feet and started to tickle my feet under my thin black dress socks. I broke out in laughter. I had to get the gag off. Usiing my tongue, I pushed the sock out past the bandana and moved to bandana out of my mouth too.
"Ahahah! Vince, stop! I gotta tell you something!" I tried to talk through my laughter.
"Oh, you got that off, huh? Wait, let me go get some duct tape downstairs... He ran out of the room, and I heard his steps go down the stairs. Then two pairs of feet were heard coming back up.
"A friend of yours?" Vince said, Jon at his side. I noticed that Jon had huge, horrified eyes at seeing me tied up. He started to breathe sort of heavily. "Vince!" I said, get in here, shut the door, and UNTIE ME!!" I said angrily. Vince quickly obeyed, and closed the door infront of Jon.
"What the hell, man?" he asked. What's happening?"
"I'll tell you, but you gotta untie me firts."
After that, I opened the door, still dressed in my uniform, but with my hair messed up and my body sweaty. "Sorry, Jon. You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," he was much calmer now, "Thanks."
We went downstairs, and I retold the whole story from my point of view to Vince.
"I see," he said at the end. Nice to meet you Jon. I'm Vince, Danny's extra-special friend!" He smiled. That made Jon smile too. "He's a cute face," he told me, "I like him."
"Oy," I said. "So JOn, what happened? I came in and saved you on time, but what were you arguing about earlier? Who is that man, really?"
"Alright. I have to start from the beginning, so I hope it makes sense."
Here was his story:
"I lived with my parents two years ago. We were happy and even though they didn't make much, they always tried to find ways to make a living for us. My dad, however, went to such extreme lengths as to ask for money from this one gang leader near here. That's the man you saw me with. He's very influential, and even though he doesn't look the part, he really is a fearsome leader.
Two years ago, my parents were unable to repay this man, Borneo, the fees we owed him. They were overdue, and even though we were trying hard to meet them, he kept increasing the pay. After that monster was sure that he had squeezed every last cent out of my parents, he... burned down our house, with my parents trapped inside. I was at school when this happened, so I came home to fire alarms and was quickly snatched away by Borneo. He abducted me basically, as my parent's final payment: my body.
The only reason he kept me alive the past years was so that he could torture me every day. I've been physically beaten, been toyed around with, he's raped me a few times for his own enjoyment, but he was still my "Guardian". He held that over me, that he could kill me at any time. As the years went by, I grew less and less social, and he even pulled me out of school so that I would stay at his house and maintain it. Whenever he wanted, he would tie me up and sometimes leave me for a long time and come back at night just to have his way with me.... He fed me, but not much. That outing to the restaurant today was made only because there wasn't any food at the house.
Anyways, I was arguing that I wanted to finish school already and that I would leave him no matter how hard he tried to stop me. I called him a couple of words, like murderer and stuff, which only made him angrier. He called me his plaything and that I couldn't integrate back into society anymore.
That's when you came by Danny..."
His story was over, and I could only feel sorry for the guy. Jon was skinny, and about as tall as Vince, so I gave him some of my clothes to change into for the night. I was in my room as he undressed in front of me; there were so many scratches, bruises and slashes on his body, most of them on his back. And I noticed rope burns on his wrists. He grunted after every slight movement he made, but he had a very toned body. I'm sure he must have been a hit at his old school. I knew that I couldn't leave him now, I didn't want to. He was more like a brother to me now, and he told me that night that he wished he could stay with me. I didn't want to send him off into an unknown world again. But then, what would happen to my friendly games of TUGs? I didn't want to think of consequences now. I slept on the floor since I gave Jon my bed. Vince slept downstairs on the couch. In the middle of the night, Jon fell out of bed, and cuddled next to me, hugging me. He felt so warm and innocent.
I was sure now: I would defend him.
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Part one complete. More to come as I think of more things. Sorry about not a lot of tying. I just had to set the scene before I go into tying. Please give comments or feedback!
