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Sapphire Ch 2 (Alex's Story)
Topic Started: Jan 2 2010, 02:56 PM (173 Views)
Aru
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I decided to post it for Ash :3 I'm not editing any part that has italics because I'm really lazy xD So... if something doesn't make sense, it may be because someone is THINKING it rather than SAYING IT. Well, Alex is... I don't believe I used too much italics with Alex's story anyway.



Chapter Two
The Angel Michael


I woke up some time later in a glorious Victorian suite with chandeliers and curtains and an array of colors I had not seen before. I would have continued sleeping, but Nancy gently shook me awake to give me that bath she spoke of before. She carried me to a room with tiles lining the floor in a variety of blues and greens with matching walls. They were deep colors, calm yet vibrant. Nancy set me on the floor and went over to a giant, white tub with switches that she turned and made water come out. Later on I was taught that it was a faucet and the water came through a pipeline under the house. "Take off your clothes, Alex. I’ll let you borrow some of Michael’s in the mean time while I get those clean. Or would you rather me get you new clothes?" she asked me as she checked the water’s temperature. She bent into the tub and messed around with something to make the water rise instead of go back through the pipes.

She didn’t have to ask me twice to get those clothes off. I tore off those wretched rags and stood there butt naked until she gave me another instruction. This woman was my guardian angel, a beauteous being sent for me from above to save me. My salvation. I was willing to do anything she told me to do. Even if I was told to lick the floor, I would do it.

"An eager little bugger, aren’t you?" she chuckled. "Just get into the tub and I’ll be right back. I forgot to grab you a towel... I’ll get you some of Michael’s old clothes while I’m at it.." Nancy stood up and smiled at me. "Michael! Can you watch Alex for me?" A smart woman she was. She wasn’t about to leave me alone in a bath tub. I could easily drown.

Michael, her eldest son, walked into the room and grumbled something I couldn’t quite make out. I didn’t care anyway. I had already gotten into the water filled with white suds. Bubbles, I believe they’re called. He just sat on this peculiar, white seat that was next to my tub and watched me. That was his job while his mother was out of the room. I was amazed to see him, he was as beauteous as his mother. Of course, I had seen him before with Nancy but I wasn't close enough to see how beautiful he was.

"Aren’t you that orphan boy who played with Lola the other day?" Lola was the youngest daughter of Nancy. Michael saw me play with her at the park until my mother pulled me away. That was when I first met Nancy, who tried to explain to my mother that it was all right for me to play with her child. My mother disagreed, cursed at her, and stormed off while dragging me at her side. She was so possessive all those months ago when I was two and a quarter.

"Or... fan?" I didn’t know what he was talking about. "I play with Lola... Lola lots of fun..." I grinned, splashing around in the water. The water accidentally hit Michael in the eye and he cringed. "I sorry! How dat happen?"

He groaned, rubbing his eyes. "You don’t know how water works? If you hit it, it splashes. Don’t get the soap in your eyes though.. It’ll sting a lot." Michael chuckled. He was a nice boy, stubborn but nice.

"Ooh..." I grinned. "It’s lots of fun... Do you want in?" At the time I didn’t comprehend that baths were only meant for one person unless you were really young and didn’t understand what genitals were. And, apparently, baths were meant for the younger generation more than older. Adults used baths to relax, but not really to clean themselves. Showers were what was commonly used to properly clean their body. A child, like I was then, took a bath so the adult had easier access to clean me.

"Nah.. I took my bath already..." Michael laughed. "Do you want help getting cleaned though?" He was referring to my hair and my body. I was soaking in the water, but that didn’t make me clean.

"Help clean? Okay." I grinned. "I unno howta get clean... How you get clean?" I stared up at him with wondering eyes.

He then got up and knelt next to the tub. "I’ll show you." Michael picked up a sponge and put it in the water. Next he pressed down on my back so I would lean forward. He scrubbed my back gently to make sure my fragile skin wouldn’t get hurt from it. I could feel the dirt just leaving my body and it felt so nice. "You take a sponge and get soap on it... but cause the water already has soap you just soak the sponge in the water. You scrub where ever it’s dirty, see?" he picked up my arm and pointed at it. "See how dirty it is now? Watch what happens when I clean it." Michael scrubbed my right arm thoroughly then gently splashed water at it to get the soap suds off. My shoulder, arm pit, and even the gaps in between my fingers were all cleaned off. "Now look."

My jaw dropped. I was peach! I wasn’t that dirty tan color I thought I was. My skin was a pretty pale color. "Woah!" I grinned. "That’s cool! Clean more!" I blurted out.

"Hold on, hold on." He couldn’t help but laugh as he grabbed my left arm and did the same. "See?"

"Ooo, ooo... Let me try!" I took the sponge from his hand before he could say anything. Carefully, I scrubbed my legs under the water. I did it exactly like he did and even scrubbed in between my stubby toes. Once I was done with my legs I wasn’t sure what to do. "What else I clean?"

"Your whole body, Alex... Just don’t scrub your head. Mom will take care of that," he smiled.

"Oh.. Kay," I grinned. Then I scrubbed at my chest and this weird dangling thing, I later found out was my penis, that my pee came out of. But after I was done with that I wasn’t sure what to do. I tried to clean my back but I couldn’t reach.

"I’ll get your back... You did enough," he chuckled. Michael was a lot like his mother; they both chuckled all the time. He scrubbed my back again, though he had scrubbed it earlier he didn’t actually finish it. Now it was done. Everything was clean except for my hair and face which Michael kept telling me Nancy would be cleaning. I was very eager for her to clean it. The rest of my body felt wonderful and I realized how horrible it felt to be dirty, I wanted that feeling gone.

She finally returned with a set of clothes and a towel. "Sorry it took me so long... Finding your old clothes took awhile! I forgot where I put them. I swore I put them in your room but come to find out they were in the hall closet. Who would have guessed?"

"I moved them there," he laughed.

"Michael! Can’t you tell me these things? I wouldn’t have had Alex waiting so long if you had told me that!"

"Sorry, mom," he continued to laugh.

"Oh well... Oh! You cleaned Alex?" she smiled.

"Well... his back and arms... He wanted to do the rest so I let him."

"What a good boy you are, Alex!" Nancy giggled in a soft tone people used to speak to babies. "I’ll make sure to clean your hair and face real good," she smiled sweetly.

I grinned, I couldn’t help it. She was the first to ever praise something that I had done, compared to my mother who thought everything I did was a wreck. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was the prodigy of rape with how horrible my mother treated me. I didn’t look anything like my mother so it was a completely possible explanation. Maybe my father had those beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair that I was bestowed with. That could very well explain why she treated me so dreadful. It didn’t matter anymore though. She was gone forever.

"Yeah, yeah!" I all most jumped up and down in the tub because of how excited I was. "I peach, Nancy! Look, look!" I held out my arms to her, referring to the color they were now. It felt so great to be clean.

"Now... I should probably clean off the pasta from your head.." she sighed. "I can’t believe he just dumped that on you. He didn’t apologize or anything?"

"A... polo... gize?" The word sounded odd rolling off my tongue. Beside that I said the word wrong. I pronounced it "A-Polo-Gize". Like the letter A, then polo the sport, with gize. The ending was the only part I pronounced correctly. I really had no clue what she was talking about.

"Did he say he was sorry, Alex?"

I was silent, trying to figure out what she was talking about. "What dat? I unno what sorry is." I hated admitting I didn’t know something but there was nothing else to say. I knew that when someone said that word that everything was okay, it didn't mean I actually knew what it was though.

They both stared at me. I sunk down in the tub, ashamed of myself for asking such a question. Whatever it was, I had to have said something moronic. Maybe everyone knew what sorry was and I was the only person in the world who didn’t know what it meant. I felt like an idiot.
"Your mother never taught you what sorry is?" Nancy still stared at me but I wouldn’t even look in her direction.

Sure, once she explained what sorry meant I understood it. It made more sense to me why I wanted to kill the bastard so badly then. I never received an apology for what he did, that was what irked me. I’ve heard people say it before and clued in what it meant without realizing it. Mainly around Nancy. Anytime something happened to one of her kids Nancy always said sorry and then everything was okay. They would get hurt and suddenly they wouldn’t be hurt anymore. Maybe that was what I thought sorry was. Sorry was a magical word that would make the pain go away and he didn’t care about my pain. Of course... Nancy told me that wasn’t so.

Nancy explained everything to me during my stay at her house. She never explained anything about my mother though. I would ask her questions and Nancy would skim right over the subject like she was a forbidden topic. Every day I asked her something about her and then Nancy would change the conversation around. I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit, if she hated my mom, or if she really didn’t know. No matter what it made me mad. I couldn’t help it. In fact I didn’t understand why it made me so angry but it did.

Her kids didn’t help me either. They only made me worse. Well, except Michael, my guardian angel. He tried his best to be nice to me but I wouldn’t be surprised if Nancy told him to be nice to me being as he was the only other boy. But he was at school so much that it didn’t even matter if she told him to be nice to me. I was stuck with the girls anyway! Three girls with just me: Lola, Kristin, and Samantha. I had gotten along with Lola in the park but living with Nancy made me realize how much of an unappreciative brat she really was. I never met Kristin and Samantha until I lived here so I don’t know if they were nicer around other people.

Lola was the youngest one but she was still older than me by a couple years but somehow being five made her the best thing in the world. She thought she was beautiful, knew everything, etc. I hated it. I kept telling her how horrible she was but she would just throw a big fit. Her mother rarely ever did anything about her, which was probably why she acted out so horribly.

Kristin was the next oldest girl around the age of thirteen, I would guess. I never bothered asking but I know she was much older than Lola and was a pre-teen. She announced it all the time. Kristin was a dancer and the best dancer out there, so she said. The dance she chose to do was something called ballet. It was supposed to be elegant and I only knew this because I saw videos. What made her so horrible was she tried to mix it with something called "hip hop". The twist took away all of the elegance from the dance. More popping, pumping out her breasts that she barely even had, and shaking her bum that was so small she probably hurt herself sitting down with how boney it was. Everything about her new dance was ugly. I couldn’t stand being in the room when she was doing it.

Samantha wasn’t any better. She was the oldest of the girls since she was sixteen. Michael was nineteen. Samantha thought she was real smart. She shoved it in her sisters’ faces all of the time and sometimes in mine. Her sisters didn’t know how to do exponents yet but she knew it so she had to be wonderful. Michael explained it to me though. It was really hard to understand but he did explain how once I was about Kristin’s age I would understand it. Samantha just likes being smarter than her sisters, he told me. He said that people Kristin’s age don’t even learn about exponents yet so it doesn’t make her stupid. Michael also told me that Samantha had retaken the class three times where she learned about exponents. He knew a lot.

She also had this issue where she thought everyone had to do everything for her. The only people who even cleaned after themselves was Kristin and Michael. Nancy cleaned but she’s not one of her kids. Samantha and Lola made messes all of the time! They had trash all over their rooms with rotting meat and moldy bread everywhere. I couldn’t stand going in there. I always stayed in Michael’s room even when he wasn’t home because it was the cleanest room there. I even slept in Michael’s room when he wasn’t there which he wasn’t there a lot. Nancy said Michael was in a college nearby and visited when he could. I really wished he could have visited more because I didn’t care for his sisters at all.
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