Walking into the apartment Frankie quietly pushed open the apartment door into the living room. Mom’s room was off the dining room, used as a den moms door was shut, but she could hear the T.V. Which meant her mothers boyfriend, was in there, and as always, her mom was at work. Her stomach did a somersault as she quietly guided her baby sister thru the den into the kitchen. Man I wish she could wait until mom came home for something to eat; her stomach is going to be the death of me I swear Franchesca thought to herself. She turned to the baby with her with her index finger to her lips,
”Sssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
She warns her as she tip toed into the pantry to retrieve the tin of saltines and the jar of peanut butter. The baby watches intently as Frankie noticed that she now had a sock dangling from her fingers, “Where did she get that?” Frankie shakes her head because she knew this girl had socks stashed all over the house and car, anywhere she had to be she had her handy security nearby. Freddie used the top part of the sock, holding it deftly between her pinky and ring fingers to rub over her upper lip while she sucked her fingers, Frankie just shook her head.
Pulling out their silverware draw was not as easy, the sound of the flatware jostling around she just knew he heard. Quickly she grabs a chair to stand on to grab a plate and hand it to her baby sister, who grabs it with her free hand and tucks it under her arm without ever removing her fingers from her mouth….amazing! Her Mother’s bedroom door by the bathroom opens; Frankie freezes dead in her tracks, stark still staring at her little sister with fear in her eyes as the baby watches her fixedly. He goes into the bathroom. Frankie quickly pushes back the chair and motions for her sister to come with her taking the plate from her little hand, grabs the sleeve of saltines and the babies hand and quickly tries to get safely to their room. No such luck, just as Frankie gets her little sister past the bathroom door it opens. She hurriedly tries to pass when he comes out but he grabs her arm.
“Hey, you don’t say hello when you come in,” he asks?
“Hello,” she murmurs trying to pull away,
“I got to go look after Freddie,” she pleads.
“Call her and give her the stuff in your hand,” he says, still holding on to her wrist.
“Freddie, come here.”
She quietly calls to her baby sister who comes out and retrieves the peanut butter, plate and sleeve of saltines oblivious to the danger her sister is now in as the treacherous cat eyes his prey. Freddie disappears into their room and Frankie closes her eyes tightly, so tightly that her head begins to hurt. Again, she pleads with the big cat in the leopard bathrobe, Frankie hated that robe; she hated the fact that her mother made it for him, draping him in the skin of a cantankerous creature of nightmares. He always walked around in that robe; usually with nothing on under it accept for boxer shorts and it open fully exposing a well-defined chest and huge penis never contained. She pleaded again,
“I got to go see about Freddie”
She tries to use all the weight her little 8 year old body had in it to pull in the direction of her bedroom’s safety. With a silky cunning rasp, he says quietly,
“Just touch it and I will let you go.”
Her little fist is balled so tightly the impression from her little nails are leaving indentations in her palms, her eyes still shut tightly and body rigid as a frozen icicle.
“No, please,” she pleads, “let me go.” He tries to pry her little hand open,
“I promise I will let you go if you do as I say.” Slowly she allows her little hand to be opened as he places it on his now very stiff member. Franchesca almost wet herself at the thought of what was going on, it was wrong, and she knew it, but was afraid of him and believed the lie he had told her (“if you tell I will kill your mother...and the dog”). He used her hand to rub up and down his shaft and then around the head. She felt something wet and sticky in her hand, he wouldn’t release it as he made deep guttural sounds that caused the child to wretch, finally it was over. With silent tears streaming down her face, he finally leaves her in the hallway with his shame in her little palm to clean up. She couldn’t even open her eyes as she ran her little hands under the water.
