1 1- Last day of my “trip”

"It's your last day! How do you feel? Are you excited?!?!" We where all in a circle. My daily group therapy. "I feel great and I can't wait to to fuck sooo many girls. I can't believe the treatment actually worked! I'm so blessed." I say in the most sarcastic tone. You see I was sent here a year ago when my parents decided that it was time. By that they mean that I wouldn't stop fucking strange men in the house so they decided to punish me and send me here. Yes, I know what your thinking 'why are you fucking strangers at your house!' well I do it because my parents insist on it. Yep you heard right they sell their son's body and then blame me for doing what they ask.

Anyway the therapist Mrs. Owen looks at me with the biggest smile. She was easy to lie to. It's not like she every really cared how we said that we where straight we just had to say it. "That's amazing Jack but let's try next time we speak to refrain from the vulgar words ok?" I nods my head smiling. This continues on for a little longer. Some kids like me lying their asses off and other kids who really feed into this bull shit and say how they really feel. "I wish i could be like Jack and rid myself of all my sins..." A kid with blue eyes like mine and brown hair said. "Don't worry you'll get there. Won't he Jack?" Mrs. Owen looks at me. "Yep. You just have to keep on prying."

I pat him on the back. "What did I say about touching people who are not healed yet." She shakes her head and sighs. "Not to" I rolled my eyes. She dismisses the session and we are all allowed to go to our rooms or the heavily guarded community space. I shake my head as I walk to my room. I can't wait till tomorrow. I lay my head down on my pillow and turn my head to the bard window. A few minutes later one of the male nurses walks in and hands me my "medicine". I swallowed the two pills along with water. I wouldn't of actually took the pills and just stuff them in my pillow case but, after the incident a few months ago they took away my pillow case and started to check my mouth to see if I swallowed.

I had been hiding the pills they would give me until I had a good amount and then downed them all. It's not like it's something new for me though. If you ask me they should of had me on suicide watch the day I got here. I have tried to kill myself about six times now. The first time was when I was fourteen. I vaguely remember because well.. you know but I do remember that I had used a kitchen knife and did it in my parents room. I wanted them to see what they had drove me to do but I miss caudated. They got home way earlier than usual and called an ebullience and because they are both doctors they new exactly what to do in that situation.

"Everyone it's time to go to bed!" Ones of the guards shout. I rolled over on the other side of my body, not liking to sleep facing the window, and go to sleep. I pry I don't have a nightmare this time. I need sleep for the trip tomorrow.

I wake up to the sound of screaming. Not like it's unusual, they do shock therapy in this hallway. I sit up make my bed and wait for them to take my to a bathroom so I can take a shower. It only takes a few minutes for them to get to my room but I still end up falling asleep again. "Hey, wake up Jack so we can take you to the bathroom." I jump up and wait for them to take the lead. I'm a light sleeper so it doesn't take much to wake me. We are walking down the hallway towards the screaming boys and girls when the two nurses stop dead in their tracks. I look at them confused... but than it hits me. "Why did you guys stop?" I continue walking but a hand grabs my arm. "We thought you should have just one more therapy session before you leave. Just for precision."

I shake my head softly and start to run for it. I don't make it far because the send two guards after me and they catch me almost instantly. I beg and beg for them not to but they drag me into the room any way. I start to fight back more when I realize what room they are taking me to. They call it the "movie room". They strap me down to the chair and than strap my hands down so that I can't curl up my fingers. Than they start to play the movie.

It's two old guys fucking a "teenage" boy. The doctor walks in with his whip. "This is what you want to happen to you right." He says with lust in his eyes. I shake my head. I hate this sadistic piece of shit. He would claim that I needed extra physical therapy but in reality he just got off on my screams. The dude would really end up cuming just from hearing me scream in pain. Not to mention all the times he would come into my room late at night a rub his dick on my face. Not like I wasn't use to sexual abuse though, I've definitely had my fare share of it.

Anyway I finish my little movie, my hands aching from the whipping and my throat hurts more than it did before. "Wasn't that very healing?" Mrs. Owen asked me. I nod my head and continue with her to the bathroom. I finish taking a shower and now I'm putting on the clothes that I walked in here with. I had on the tightest ripped jeans, a black cropped hoodie and boots. I put the stud the earrings and my belly button ring into my pocket and leave. I get to the front where my mother is waiting for me. I smile as big as in can. "Hello mother, I've missed you." I huger quickly before she steps away.

"Hi sweetie have you finally learned your lesson?" She glares at me with her green eyes and pulls a piece of her strawberry stained blonde hair, which I inherited from her, and puts it behind her ear. "Yes. Of course I've learned my lesson mother. Now can we go? I'm dying to go see my friends." She ignores my last sentence and goes to sighs the papers to get me out of this hell whole. We get into the limo and I soon fall asleep.

"Mr. Brook Stone, we're here." The driver shakes me a little and I sit up. "Thank you for waking me up Samuel." I get out of the car and rush to my best friends house. He is the only one besides my parents that knows I'm gay. I don't know what I would do with out him or maybe I do. Yep I do, I would be a more lonely and depressed gay boy than I am now. I knock on his door frantically just so someone would answer faster. The door swings open and someone I least expect is at the door.