Days Like These

Vic busted into his house, running into his mom as he went through the kitchen.

“My gosh, where’s the fire?”

“Where’s dad?”

“I don’t know where that son of a bi-.”

“Mom, right now is not the time for arguing please. I need to know where he is. There’s an emergency.”

“What’s the emergency? What’s wrong?”

“My friend is about to be sold as a sex toy for fucking creeps and I need dad to stop it!” Vic seethed. “Dad!” he began shouting. “Dad!” a pair of footsteps rushing down the stairs was heard before a man walked into the doorway.

“What’s all the yelling?”

“Dad, you gotta help me, please!”

“What’s wrong mijo?”

“My, my friend. His dad is gonna give him to creeps so they can fuck him and he’s getting money in return.”

“How do you know this?”

“I was walking Kellin to hi-.”

“Kellin?” Mr. Fuentes said. Vic nodded. “As in Kellin Quinn?”

“Y-yeah, why?”

“The police F.B.I have been tracking him since he was four. They said that he was taken from his mom by a crazy ex-boyfriend and that they’ve been tracking him for some time now.”

“Dad, you have to save him. I, I can’t let him get hurt.”

“And are you sure this is true?”

“Yes. His dad and I were having a stare down. He sent Kellin to shower and then he was telling me how creeps would love his ass and then he said I should go with him and I tried to get Kellin out of there but he ignored me and told me to leave because his dad wasn’t gonna do that.” Vic said in one breath.

“Do you know where Kellin lives?”

“Yeah, he lives in 1021, two blocks to my right.”

“Ok, what else do you know?” his father asked as he slipped on his shoes and gun belt.

“That his dad was coming back for him in an hour so in like fifteen minutes. What are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna finally make an arrest. There is a warrant out anyways and it is about time he is caught. Anything else that I should know?”

“I think his dad abuses him. I’m not saying he does but I think he does because sometimes he would come to school limping and sore.”

“I think that’s enough.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“Stake out. I will call for some back up if there is a location. Do you know of any other things?” Mr. Fuentes asked before leaving.

“None that I can think of right now.”

“Ok, I’ll see you guys later.”

“Stay safe, yeah?” Mrs. Fuentes called out just before he closed the door. “I would like my husband in bed tonight.” Vic saw his dad smile, enough to crinkle the edges of his eyes, and his mom blush a bit.

Hopefully tonight things will be ok.

-

“Kellin, let’s go!” his dad shouted from the living room. Kellin came down in a long sleeved, black shirt with black skinny jeans and black converse. “Did you shower?”

“Y-yes sir.” He whispered.

“Get in the car.” Kellin ran out the house and into the car before his dad had even moved.

During the drive, Vic’s words kept playing in Kellin’s mind. His dad wouldn’t really be the low, would he? Yeah, he’s made mistakes and yeah, they’ll scar Kellin to the point where only a few people can touch him without him freaking out but like, just, no. Vic was lying and that was that.

They drove for what felt like hours, finally pulling up into a parking lot where a warehouse stood empty. Kellin’s eyes widen in shock. So, maybe he should’ve left with Vic when given the chance but he really wanted to believe his dad wasn’t that horrible. Turned out Vic was right. Now, he’ll have no one to comfort him when he gets back. He’ll be alone once again.

-

“Victor, sit down. You’re only going to worry yourself more.”

“But mom,” Vic whined, dragging out the word a bit. “He’s like one of my best friends and it sucks that he’s going through so much shit because if I would’ve fought a bit more, then he’d be hiding out here and stuff.” The boy sighed in frustration, tugging at his hair.

“You did all you could baby. Come here.” He walked to his mom, who carefully untangled his hair from his fingers and then wrapped her arms around him. “All you can do if wait as your father deals with this. Now go get your stuff ready, I think Jaime and Tony are coming any second.” And just like that, there was a knock on the door. Vic raised an eyebrow at his mom. “Mother’s intuition.” She said with a shrug.

“Or witchery. Either one, it’s still creepy.” Vic snickered before running to open the door as his mom throw a pillow after him. When he opened the door, Jaime burst through the door and went straight for the kitchen. “Nice to see you too shit bag!” he shouted as he let Tony walk through. “Mike is in his room if you wanna go upstairs.” Tony nodded and walked upstairs after saying hi to Mrs. Fuentes.

“Hi Jaime, nice to see you.” Mrs. Fuentes said as she entered the kitchen.

“And don’t you look beautiful as ever Mrs. Fuentes.”

“Oh, I told you to call me Vivian and if you don’t start, I’ll disown you.”

“Breaking men’s hearts.”

“You’re not a man Himes.” Vic commented while looking for cookies. “And stop flirting with my mom, that’s gross and creepy.”

“Dude, your mom could pass for a goddess, how can I not flirt?”

“That’s it we’re leaving. Let’s go!”

“See you later my love!” Jaime called out as Vic pulled him out of the kitchen empty handed.

“You’re on kitchen probation until further notice.” They walked into Mike’s room and threw themselves on the floor.

“What took you guys forever?” Mike asked as he played Call of Duty with Tony.

“Himes was being a creep with mom again.”

“Ew.”

“Dudes, I’m starving, like ugh!” Jaime complained.

“Ok, let us finish this mission and we’ll go somewhere to eat.” Tony said, trying to kill a spy with his sniper.
-

“How many?”

“Ten. When they saw the picture, they rushed over here.”

“That’s ten thousand right there.” Mr. Bostwick said with a whistle. “You’re going to make me rich boy.” Kellin blinked fiercely, trying to keep his tears from falling. “Go in there and change. Demetrius has some clothes for you. When he asks who you are, tell him you’re my client.”

With a slight nod, Kellin walked in the direction his father pointed to, being greeted by a big metal door. He knocked three times before it opened to reveal a man in his twenties. He was what people would consider a twink. A cute twink might we add.

“Who are you?”

“Mr. Bostwick’s client.” Demetrius let out a small, sad sigh and let Kellin in. “You’re his son aren’t you?”

“How did you know?”

“I overheard him talking to Richard, my uncle, and he said that he was bringing fresh meat.” The tears Kellin tried to hold in came out. “Listen sweetie. Don’t cry here ok? I’m not supposed to hug you or anything but just don’t cry.”

“What is this place?” Kellin asked shakily.

“Sex trafficking house. If you’re good enough for whatever clients are here, you’ll be shipped to Mexico.” Kellin stood in shock. Vic was right, he was always right. His dad didn’t love him. “Now come on, I have to dress you up.” Kellin let himself be pulled away into a dirty bathroom that had racks of clothes and different make up products on the sinks.

Demetrius began the daily routine of changing, and perfecting the boy. He found it sad that there were actual boys and men being chained here to be used as sex slaves. He stopped growing close to them after a few of his friends were shipped, never to be seen or heard from again. Boys as young as seven and men up into their late twenties were brought in every day. If they weren’t good enough to be shipped, they were either left here, taken then brought back or never seen again. When he saw the self-harm marks on Kellin’s body, he felt even worse for being a part of this. And it’s not like he wants to. As he mentioned earlier, his uncle is here. He practically runs this place so by force he’s working here.

“I’m done sweetie.” He said as Kellin stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was dressed in lace underwear and garter belt with knee socks that had ruffles on the hem. He felt so exposed, so insecure and it was downright humiliating for him. Demetrius gave him a sad smile and walked him back to the hall. “Mister Bostwick, your client is ready.”

“Thank you Demetrius. Don’t you look good tonight?”

“Bostwick! No sweet-talking my client! Now, boy,” Richard said, talking to Kellin. “You’re to go into room 4 and let those men have their way with you. If I hear a single complaint coming from their mouths, you will be getting whipped.” Kellin nodded as he shook. His father didn’t do a single thing but agree with the monster next to him.

“And after he’s done whipping you, I’m gonna beat that ass of yours after I fuck you. Now get in there, they paid good money to fuck your faggot ass.”

Kellin walked into room number 4, hearing the metal door slam shut behind him. The tears that have been long gone returned as his shaking increased. There were ten men sitting on metal chairs in a circle with a single light hanging in the middle.

“Don’t worry sweetie, we’re not gonna hurt you one bit.”

-

“Good evening, we’re sorry to interrupt this show with our breaking news.” Said the anchor as the stood outside a restaurant with police and police tape behind her. Mrs. Fuentes sat in front of the television. She put down her coffee and turned her attention to the new. “It appears that a shooting happened right outside Taco Bell on Maple street.” She froze in her seat. Her sons and their friends walked there. Quickly grabbing her phone, she unlocked it, hitting the phone app icon. “I have been told that a sixteen year old Hispanic male has been shot repeatedly by the unknown gunman. We do now that he is out there in a police vehicle- oh; we have received a mug shot of the main suspect.” A picture was shown the same time Mike, Jaime and Tony came running through the door.

“Mom! Mom! Mom! We have to get to the hospital quickly! Vic was shot!”

Notes

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