Trashy part 1

“What to do when you’ve got a perv following you? YOU STAB HIM IN THE HEAD!” Ricky sang as he parked his dented Honda behind two dumpsters that were adjacent to an old hotel. Pulling out his phone, he texted Mother, telling her that he was spending the night at Ren’s house. Then, he leaned his seat back and sighed, waiting for darkness to engulf the sky.

Yawning, he opened his eyes, pleased to see it was now completely dark out, with the exception of an occasional street light. Now he could finally commence operation Scare the Shit Out of Loverboy! 

I mean, surely assface had found him by now.  After all, he’d been in the same spot for over 6 hours! There was a small possibility that Loverboy hadn’t been able to find him without the tracker he had previously smashed. However, Ricky hoped that his diligent n̶a̶p̶p̶i̶n̶g̶  waiting had given the perv enough time to find him.

Carefully, he opened his car door and slid out, trudging around to the trunk of his car and opening it up. In the truck of his car lied a scarecrow he had borrowed from Mr. Wilkerson’s garden and quickly dressed in a hoodie he had thankfully left in his car. Beside the scarecrow rested a few pieces of rope, duct tape, and a gun which he quickly scooped up and tucked into the front of his sweats. 

Closing the trunk, the small boy quickly walked towards a sad boarded up building  that had once been the thriving Ammisty Hotel. He clutched the scarecrow close to his chest as he encircled the entirety of the Ammisty, searching for an entrance. 

“HEY KID!” The brunette turned to see a filthy man saunter up behind him. “You got any money?” The homeless looking man sneered as encroached on the boy.

“Maybe…” Ricky hummed, refusing to let the trashy man intimidate him. “Can you get me in here?” He gestured to the old hotel, unconsciously hugging the scarecrow tighter to his small body. 

“I can, but it depends on what's in it for me.” The man menacingly smiled as he took the time to look at the nervous boy in front of him.

“You said you needed money right?!” The teen took a step forward so that his chest brushed against the dirty man, refusing to let himself be intimidated. “Show me the entrance and I’ll give you a fifty.” He demanded, glaring. 

“It's a deal.” The man shot Ricky an untrustworthy grin and gestured for the small boy to follow him.

“You can get in here.” The man, whom Ricky had dubbed Trashy, delivered a kick to two wooden boxes, revealing a man made hole in the hotel's structure.

The teen kneeled on the asphalt, small rocks pressing into his already bruised knees. He winced once, then, ignoring the pain, crawled forwards, attempting to enter the building, which he was certain was filled with asbestos.

“HEY WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING BRAT!” Ricky gagged as Trashy gripped the hood of his sweatshirt, harshly yanking him backwards.

“Into the Ammisty?” He coughed, puzzled by Trashy's suddenly aggressive behavior. 

“Where’s my money?” The older man growled, easily lifting Ricky’s light body then pressing him into the faded brick wall of the hotel.

“Oh, uh here.” The teen fumbled and pulled a crumbled bill from the pocket of his sweatpants. “Now, let me go!” So far, he wasn’t pleased with Trashy’s behavior. In fact, the dirty man had really started to piss him off. Who did he think he was pressing him against a wall?! However, as irked as the small boy was, he had promised to pay the man for his help, and Ricky always kept his promises.

“OW! Let me go, you bastard! I already paid you!” The brunette squirmed against the filthy man's strong fingers. Instead of loosening his grip, Trashy dug his fingers harder into the soft white flesh underneath them. 

“Actually,” the man hummed, turning Ricky’s now bright red face (from where it had previously been mashed against the bricks of the Ammisty) to face his own ugly one. “You are quite cute for a boy,” he finished, still cupping the teens soft face with grimy fingers.

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED-” Then Ricky felt it… Something hard and stiff was poking his poor behind. 

“AGHH-” Trashy moved his nasty hand to muffle the ear-piercing scream the brunette had just let out. “If you’re a good boy and don’t scream, it’ll be over soon.” The man whispered in the teen’s pale ear then licked the side of his pretty face, chuckling as he felt the boy’s small frame shiver against his own.

Trashy started to pull down Ricky’s pants and underwear, making the boy, who was already shaking with anger, lose it.

The teen clamped down hard on the hand silencing enjoying the taste of blood filled his mouth, whilst he rammed a ratty white sneaker down on the man's brown ones. Then, for good measure, Ricky pulled his now free arm forwards and rammed it into Trasy’s stomach.

Trashy doubled over and heaved, the blow delivered to his stomach knocking the air out of his black lungs. Unfortunately for the dirty man, Ricky wasn’t through with him.

“FUCKING PERV!” The now angry boy thrust his heel into Trashy’s back, causing him to fall to the ground with a whimper. “Now,” the beaten man shuddered as he heard the click of a gun being taken off safety, “crawl through the hole.”