Broken Toys

by Jackson Lear

  “Please,” said Zofia.

  “Yes, you can say ‘please’, but only if you say ‘fuck me’ right afterwards, understand? You understand English now, you fucking dyke? We’ll fix that for you. You just need a good dicking from three horny boys to fix you right.”

  Daniel returned, eagerly telling Ian and Warrick that James had found them a girl to fuck and how great it was. Daniel knocked on the kitchen door and James let them inside. The boys saw a pile of women’s clothing on the kitchen floor. There was a pair of shoes with socks stuffed inside, jeans and a red jumper. Beside that was a small black backpack.

  “Go on, you know what to do,” said James.

  Daniel led the boys into the lounge where Zofia was waiting in her panties and t-shirt. James had taken everything else.

  “Stop crying,” said Daniel. He turned back to his friends. “You have to tell her to stop crying. Women like to hear that. We have to be in charge.”

  “She doesn’t look happy,” whispered Ian.

  “Look, I’ll show you. It’s easy.” Daniel stepped forward to Zofia and stopped in front of her. “I want you to take your clothes off and suck my dick.”

  Zofia looked over the two new boys and felt a film of cold sweat build over shoulders. She peeled off her t-shirt, slipped out of her knickers, and sat on her knees. Daniel pulled his pants down to his ankles and Zofia took him again. Daniel gave his friends a thumbs up.

  44

  Warrick

  Warrick stood in the empty hallway with his back to the wall, listening to Ian’s thighs slap against Zofia’s ass. James found Warrick ashen faced and trembling.

  “You done?” James asked.

  Warrick snapped out of his daydream.

  “You fucked her?” James asked.

  Warrick shook his head.

  “Why not?”

  Warrick looked away and started drifting back towards reclusion. “I don’t want to go to Hell.”

  James snorted, looked into the opposite room to see Ian and Zofia still at it, and came in to close the gap on Warrick. “Only dykes and queers go to Hell. You’ll be okay.”

  “She was crying,” said Warrick.

  “You know how often women cry? All the time. They can’t help it. You ever see your mum cry? Or your sister?”

  “I don’t have a sister.”

  “But you’ve seen a girl cry before, yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then you know it’s all bullshit. They’ll cry over nothing. Sex is a man’s business. You have to be a man with them or else getting laid never happens.”

  Warrick stared into the corner of the room, his mind drifting back to Zofia’s face as the tears streamed down the side of her cheeks.

  “She gave you permission, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “She said you could fuck her but she did most of the fucking, right? You should feel good. You get to fuck a nineteen year old. If she doesn’t do it right you can make her do it again. It’s how your daddy fucks your mum. Understand?”

  Warrick nodded because that was what he was supposed to do. Somewhere, perhaps, were devils learning his name, nodding like he nodded to James. Only this lot were licking their lips at the fat, juicy Warrick who would scream and howl when they started to fuck him with red hot barbed dicks.

  James leaned around the doorway. “Daniel?”

  Daniel peered into the hallway.

  “You brought your gun?”

  “Yes,” said Daniel, suddenly looking nervous.

  “Go get it.”

  Daniel slipped away to the hallway. He brought his small black bag to James and held it out. James reached inside, pulled out the Smith & Wesson, and checked to see if there were any bullets in there. It was empty. He snapped it shut and held it out to Warrick.

  “You know it’s empty. She knows it’s empty. Be a man. Go back in there and fuck her. It’ll be the best fuck of your life.”

  Warrick held his breath and stared at the gun. His heart rocketed through his chest and his legs started to jitter again. His memory started to cloud over as James shoved the gun into his hand. He barely remembered being led into the empty lounge. Zofia was on all fours while Ian bounced back and forth against her ass.

  “Go on,” said James as he nudged Warrick forward. Then, to Daniel, he whispered: “Keep an eye on him. Make sure he’s okay.”

  Daniel nodded. As James left the room Daniel felt a surge of confidence return. They had the gun, they outnumbered the girl, and he was going to have sex again. He stood behind Warrick, watching his friend stand limply with the gun in his hand. Warrick double checked the pistol for bullets. He closed it and spun the cylinder. It caught Zofia and Ian’s attention.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Ian said, freezing at the sight of the gun.

  “James wants Warrick to have a go,” said Daniel.

  Wide-eyed and wary of the cowardly Warrick, Ian pulled out of Zofia, turned away to zip himself up, and backed up against the wall. “I wasn’t finished.”

  “We’ll have another go.”

  Zofia remained on all fours with her ass in the air and stared at the gun in Warrick’s hand.

  “I want a go,” mumbled Warrick.

  Zofia’s whole body shook in small spasm as she cried again.

  Warrick raised the gun at her. “Stop crying.”

  She wasn’t able to.

  “Stop crying!”

  She hung her face towards the floor.

  The trigger snapped, the hammer struck the empty chamber.

  Ian staggered back. “Holy shit, Warrick, don’t shoot her!”

  Warrick dropped the gun to the ground, his eyes white with surprise. “I didn’t …”

  “You could’ve killed her!”

  Daniel stepped forward and scooped up the gun. “Fucking hell, don’t drop the gun either.” He looked back to Ian, then murmured to himself as the mood changed around him. “Nice going Warrick.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Daniel looked to Ian. “That could’ve been bad.” He glanced to Zofia. “He wasn’t going to shoot you. It’s not loaded, see?” Daniel fired off another few clicks of the gun, pointed at the ground.

  Warrick jumped at each click of the trigger.

  “I think I’m done,” said Ian, the colour draining from his face. “Warrick, you okay?”

  Warrick hurried for the hallway.

  “Fucking idiot,” Daniel murmured. “I want another go.”

  “Fine.”

  Daniel stepped behind Zofia, pushed himself inside her, and held the gun flat against her back. As he started to build up a rhythm he kept repeating to himself, “Yeah, I’m fucking your brains out.”

  The crescendo rocketed towards a full stampede. Daniel stared at the gun resting on Zofia’s back. He lifted it up and fired off the first of an imaginary bullet at the wall. Then another, faster and faster until the cylinder was on a constant spin. With a final jerk, Daniel pushed Zofia down onto the ground and he fell, exhausted, lying in sweat and shuddering against Zofia’s body. Finally on the ground, Zofia raised her hands to her face and covered herself from sight.

  Warrick went for the front door and found it was locked. James watched him carefully. Warrick now had to pass James in the kitchen. Thankfully the man allowed him to leave without saying a word. Warrick glanced at Zofia’s open black bag and recognised the camera inside. James pulled the kitchen door open and Warrick walked off. He didn’t know if he wanted to go home or not, he just wanted to leave so no one could see him cry again.

  James went back into the lounge and stood over Ian and Daniel. “Okay, finish up, she has to go home today.”

  “Is she coming back?” Daniel asked.

  “No. She’s not from around here. Say your goodbyes and I’ll take her back home.”

  Daniel felt a spike of anger towards Warrick, knowing the only reason the mood died was because of him.

  “Say thank you and goodbye,” said James.

  “Thank you
,” said Ian.

  “Thanks,” said Daniel.

  “Out you go.” James led them through the kitchen door and stopped them just before they left. “You boys remember: this is a secret, okay? There will be a lot of people who won’t like what you did because some people think it’s wrong to have sex before you’re married, right? You have to think of the girl. She won’t like it if people know she’s a slut, so keep this to yourselves. It’s a secret. Make sure your friend knows as well.”

  “Okay,” said Daniel.

  “Good. You boys come around tomorrow and I’ll get you some bullets.” He locked the door behind them. He edged around the inside of the house and checked that Daniel and Ian had actually left, then he dumped Zofia’s clothes beside her. “You’re done now. You can get dressed.”

  45

  Claire

  ‘Did you notice anything from the get together the other night?’ Claire sent in a text.

  ‘Like what?’ Josh replied.

  Claire’s fingers hovered over ‘send’ on her phone. No matter how many times she read the unsent message all she could hear were the pleas from her son, followed by an imagined barrage of, “I hate you!”

  ‘You still there?’ Josh asked.

  ‘I don’t think Ian should be hanging out with Daniel anymore.’

  Josh called Anthony. “Hey. Your sister has entered crazy mothersville.”

  Anthony grunted on the other end of the line. “I’m guessing you got the same message as me. I’m going to head over in a moment.”

  “Want me to get some takeaway?”

  “Why?”

  “Comfort food. Settle her back down to being a rational person.”

  Twenty minutes later, Claire, Josh, and Anthony dug into a family sized portion of Hernando’s Charcoal chips.

  “What’s up?” Anthony asked.

  Claire shifted in her seat, grimacing with venomous anger.

  “You have an issue with one of Ian’s friends ...”

  “I don’t think Ian and Daniel should see each other again.”

  Josh and Anthony shook their heads in unison. “Big mistake.”

  “Oh, because you know Daniel better than I do?” Claire asked.

  “Not at all,” said Josh. “But I know how teenage boys react to parents telling them that they can’t see their best friend again.”

  Anthony nodded. “They tend to end up sneaking out of their house more often, meeting up in the dead of night and getting into a lot more trouble than before.”

  “Amanda’s mum pulled that crap on us and it was a real shitty thing to do,” said Josh.

  “I remember,” said Claire. “I also promised myself that I would never do that to my children. But …”

  “Ian’s a good kid,” interrupted Anthony. “He might even be the good influence in the group. Amanda was ours. If she wasn’t around we probably would’ve died.”

  Claire glared at her brother. “You were in and out of the hospital regardless of if she was there.”

  “I would’ve been in there a lot more without her,” said Anthony.

  “She convinced him not to jump from the garage,” said Josh.

  “Jesus,” Claire said, as she ran her hand across her face, imagining her son jumping from there. She forced it out of her mind and got herself back on track. “You remember the other night when you all came over and the ladies were trying on their dresses?”

  “Yeah,” the two guys said.

  “You met Daniel that night. Or, at least, you saw him. Any first impressions?”

  Josh shrugged. “Quiet kid. A little awkward.”

  “Seems like every thirteen year old I’ve ever met.”

  “He’s a fucking pervert,” said Claire.

  “He’s thirteen,” said Josh.

  “He’s twelve. The other night, after you lot left, I’m pretty sure Daniel was rummaging about the bathroom. Not in any of the drawers but behind the stack of towels.”

  “The bathroom upstairs?” Josh asked.

  “Yeah. When I was in the shower I heard a ‘beep’ sound. The same kind of sound I hear when my phone battery is at ten percent and it’s alerting me that it needs to be recharged. I think that little shit put his phone in there and was filming me.”

  Josh and Anthony remained still as they considered the possibility. It seemed rather advanced for a kid of that age.

  “From behind the towels?” Josh asked.

  “Yeah,” said Claire. “I wasn’t looking for it at the time because Ian’s room is just next door. I thought they were playing computer games or something. I completely ignored it until I heard my phone make the same noise last night.”

  “Okay. Let’s see the bathroom,” said Josh.

  Claire led them upstairs and pointed to the stack of towels in the corner of the room.

  Josh pulled out his phone, set it to film, and positioned it behind the towels. “All right, let’s see how much you can see when you’re having a shower.” He kicked off his shoes and stepped into the bathtub as he pretended to wash himself. “Did you have the curtain closed or open?”

  “I have it closed on that side,” said Claire, pulling it over towards the toilet but leaving it exposed completely to Josh’s camera.

  “Okay, that probably got you,” Josh said with nonchalance. He stepped out and moved the curtain back into place. “Did you use the toilet as well?”

  “Probably,” said Claire, stiffly.

  Josh lifted the lid up and sat down, looking over to the camera. “That probably got you as well. All right, what about the girls changing their clothes?” He stood up, pretended to take off his t-shirt and looked himself over in the mirror. “Okay. Let’s see what we have.” We went back to his phone and replayed the last minute of footage in front of Claire and Anthony.

  Without a doubt, it was the best place to hide a phone. It showed the entire bathroom. It did lose some of Josh while he was in the shower but he did creep into view occasionally. There was certainly no escaping the camera if someone got changed. If Claire was naked in that room, and if Daniel was filming, he would have caught her in all her glory.

  “Can I keep that?” Claire asked.

  Josh glanced at the video. “Why?”

  “It might force Ian into confessing if I show him.”

  “Or ... it will teach him how to hide a camera in a bathroom.”

  “I’m sure he can figure that part out for himself.”

  They moved back downstairs. Claire kept shaking her head, working through a hundred arguments until one particularly memory caused her to freeze.

  “Shit.”

  “What?” Anthony asked.

  “I talk to myself in the shower.”

  “So what were you talking about that time?”

  “Probably something not very nice about Lucy. And, maybe something about Hannah and Gemma. I don’t know, whatever was going through my mind at the time. I don’t mean any of it, I just have imaginary fights. Mostly with my ex-husband, you know?”

  “You can say whatever you like about Hannah, I don’t mind.”

  Anthony nodded as well. “As long as no one sees what I do in the shower, I don’t really care.”

  “Ew,” Claire said, turning away and falling back onto the sofa.

  “So you’re convinced it was that little twerp who was filming you?” Josh asked.

  “Yeah. And if I was one hundred percent sure about it I would wring his throat until his eyes popped out of his skull.” Claire balled her hands up into fists and looked ready to burst. “And fuck you two as well.”

  Josh dropped a handful of chips onto his plate. “What?”

  “What the hell did we do?” Anthony asked.

  “The other night you were rambling on about you two and your friends hiding in bathroom cupboards, spying on my friends as they got changed, probably jerking yourselves off to fourteen year old girls.”

  “Woah, hang on,” said Josh. “That is very different when you are twelve.”

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p; “And how often did you try it?” snapped Claire.

  Josh and Anthony both held as straight a face as they could manage. “Once,” they said, in tandem.

  Claire’s waved a finger at her guests. “Fuck you both. I ended up deleting every photo I had of myself online because all I could imagine was some little shit that happens to know my son is off in his bedroom somewhere jerking off to me. You made me fucking paranoid! Then after hearing that beep and later figuring out what it was I spent all night awake in bed thinking about how quickly that video of me would go around Daniel’s friends. Fuck, he might even show everyone in school.”

  Anthony held his hands up to help calm his sister down. “We can talk to Ian about it.”

  “I’m going to take his phone away,” said Claire.

  “No. Not yet. Josh and I will talk to him. You’re to stay out of this.”

  “He’s my son, I will discipline him.”

  “And you are entitled to,” said Anthony. “But he won’t listen to you because you’re his mum. He will listen more to Josh and myself.”

  Josh nodded to Claire. “You’re too close to this and he’ll be too embarrassed to tell his mum anything.”

  Claire’s eyes flared with fury. “Well, have you ever filmed anyone while they were in the shower or sitting on the toilet?”

  Both Josh and Anthony paused, realised the silence, and quickly jumped in. “She knew about it, it was consenting,” said Josh.

  “And I took a Demi Moore pregnancy type of photo of Gemma while she was in the shower. She knows about that because she’s posed for it.”

  Claire blew out a sharp breath. “That picture is still in your bedroom. Everyone’s seen it. And everyone’s seen her.”

  “She ends up turning the camera back onto me so I am certainly aware of how awkward it can feel. Just be glad you didn’t see any of those pictures.”