Lisa shifts on the couch, moving so her back is against the arm rest and her legs are folded in front of her. She places her hands in her lap and thinks for a long moment before speaking.
"He's not afraid of you, Micky." She says softly and is quiet again for a moment. "I'll tell you what I know...will you eat some of that please? For me?" She nods towards the food.
"It's...not good. And looking back on it I think it's worse than I thought it might have been at the time. Lenny doesn't think you're going to hurt him, he's afraid he's going to hurt you...that he will...taint you. He thinks that you'll see how damaged he is and not want him anymore. And it's subconscious..he's not even aware it's happening. It's like how I flinch when people come at me with raised hands...it's not because I think they specifically will hit me...it's because well..when I was growing up that was what it meant.
I was 11...I remember hearing a lot of talking, different voices. I snuck to the top of the stairs and there was a lady downstairs on the couch with Lenny. Dad was there and he was making nasty comments about how no son of his was gonna be a fag...he had to make sure he knew what he was doing. So he...brought a gift.
I think...I think he was forced to have sex with that lady....he was essentially raped...God...if Lewis ever gets out of prison I'm going to kill him." A few tears fall down her cheek. "He wants you Mick...he does. So bad...he just. He doesn't...think he's good enough. He thinks he's damaged goods...spoiled."
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"He's not afraid of you, Micky." She says softly and is quiet again for a moment. "I'll tell you what I know...will you eat some of that please? For me?" She nods towards the food.
"It's...not good. And looking back on it I think it's worse than I thought it might have been at the time. Lenny doesn't think you're going to hurt him, he's afraid he's going to hurt you...that he will...taint you. He thinks that you'll see how damaged he is and not want him anymore. And it's subconscious..he's not even aware it's happening. It's like how I flinch when people come at me with raised hands...it's not because I think they specifically will hit me...it's because well..when I was growing up that was what it meant.
I was 11...I remember hearing a lot of talking, different voices. I snuck to the top of the stairs and there was a lady downstairs on the couch with Lenny. Dad was there and he was making nasty comments about how no son of his was gonna be a fag...he had to make sure he knew what he was doing. So he...brought a gift.
I think...I think he was forced to have sex with that lady....he was essentially raped...God...if Lewis ever gets out of prison I'm going to kill him." A few tears fall down her cheek. "He wants you Mick...he does. So bad...he just. He doesn't...think he's good enough. He thinks he's damaged goods...spoiled."