Originally published in August 2009, re-published here in part, copyright. Maddad

Part One:

http://maddad0467.newsvine.com/_news/2010/06/12/4501645-a-story-of-abuse-part-one

Part Two:

http://maddad0467.newsvine.com/_news/2010/06/19/4527420-a-story-of-abuse-part-two

Part Three:

http://maddad0467.newsvine.com/_news/2010/06/30/4590866-a-story-of-abuse-part-three

Part Four

http://maddad0467.newsvine.com/_news/2010/07/02/4603998-a-story-of-abuse-part-four

Part Five

It was sunny and bright, the boy wished he had some clean clothes, and maybe some shorts would be nice, but at least he was "safe", he thought. The gang walked up to this guy sitting under a pavilion, the middle aged man with coke bottle glasses was playing solitaire with an old set of cards with naked pictures of woman on them. "What's shaken this morning kids?" he asked without missing a beat with the cards. ""Got a newbie today, Commodore" the oldest boy said. "well, let's have a look" the Commodore grunted, glancing up, almost dismissively, he looked the boy up and down. "well the party is at my place this afternoon" he said, "now get on outa here". As quickly as the group had walked up the whole bunch jetted up and walked away. The boy followed wondering what was next. After walking around for several hours, they arrived at a seaside apartment complex. Climbing up the fire escapes in the back they arrived at the dingy, dark apartment of "the Commodore", as they climbed in the widow he grunted...."who's ready for a drink?" The boy was hot and thirsty, and without a blink, said "me, i will take one." He was handed a tall glass of what appeared to be orange juice, but one sip confirmed it was much more. The boy drank it down like water. An instant feeling of ease and comfort enveloped him. As quick as it was gone the Commodore refilled it. There was music playing the other kids were laughing and drinking, a fat joint was being passed with ease. The boy thought to himself...maybe this won't be so bad after all.

For what seemed like hours they drank and laughed, the Commodore just sitting there smiling and filling the cups. As the sun began to dim in the late afternoon sky, the boy started feeling sleepy, the drinking and smoking had begun to take their toll. "why don't you go take a shower", the Commodore asked, you will feel better and it will wake you up a bit." The others were lounging around, some napping, some drinking and smoking with that 1000 yard stare in their eyes. "Ok", the boy said, "that would be nice". After a 30 minute shower, the boy stepped out of the bathroom to find all the others gone. "where is everyone?" the boy asked...."they will be back soon" the man said. As the boy moved across the living room past the Commodore a ringing slam came across the back of his head. All went black...........................

Coyote Comes -- Big eared scrub runners winking and rubbing sage brush. Ever hunters. Their own enemies few. Like senior legislators waiting for the righteous dreamers to tire, they crouch and scratch, sniff and whine.