I might even have been asleep, but his dark eyes were looking straight at me.I might even have been asleep, but his dark eyes were looking straight at me. His eyes were still wet with tears but he was quiet. "Raf,..." I breathed out in relief. "A little smile started at the corners of his mouth. "Hi," he whispered. "Are you okay?" I asked gently. The boy nodded slowly, "Yeah. You carried me in?" he asked. "Uh huh! Do you remember what happened? You had another nightmare I think." Rafael looked at me strangely. His eyes blinked, then closed as he tried to remember. "He didn't die, did he?" he whispered. "Who, Raf? Who didn't die?" I asked. "Mr. Baker. He didn't die did he?" the boy persisted. "I don't know," I said honestly. "Tell me Raf. Please tell me what happened?" The boy nodded, "He didn't die," he said with more conviction. There was a long silence. "Mr. Baker put his dick in me," he mumbled. "He made me bleed. It hurt, but it wasn't that bad. When he did it,... right at the end,... something happened to him. I couldn't get out from under him. I thought he was dead. I couldn't breath,... and he was crushing me. When I got out I think he was still alive but he was grey and he sounded really sick." I nodded and gently stroked Rafael's cheek. "It's okay Raf. I love you." The boy looked at me curiously but he didn't say anything. It took a long while before the silence was broken and then Rafael opened up to me. Piece by piece the story came out and like a jigsaw puzzle, I fitted the pieces together. It saddened me as I learned what Rafael had been through. He told me how Mr. Baker had used a dildo in him as he sat in the car. He told me about how he had participated in the anal rape of a little black boy. He told me about his trip to Orlando and the terror he had felt when Mr. Baker had collapsed on top of him and pinned him to the bed. That was how he had met Luis.... He drifted off to sleep slowly as I held him against me. His head was pressed into my chest and my chin brushed his soft hair. |