Chapter 213: Life's price

My lungs rattled in my rib cage like some random Halloween decoration as I forced another raspy squeaking breath out of my lungs the world around me swimming more as I breathed in trying desperately to force the air into my tiny air ways that where now no bigger than the straw on a cartoon of juice that you would give to a child.

 “Please … Brian.” I begged hardly able to force the words out from my chest without falling completely into the swirling black that gathered in the front of my eyes. “Please Brian …… Let me…call… 9...99.” I gasped feebly trying to grab at my mobile phone he hanged just over my head out of my reach like he was torturing a puppy with a biscuit and like most puppy’s I was far to loyal or far too stupid to use the razor sharp teeth I was given and wrap them around his ankles or in my case kick him in the balls.

 “Bri…I’m… gonna die.” I tried to shout but it came out as nothing more as a crackling rasping sound from somewhere at the base of my struggling lungs I knew they were slowly giving up from inside me and the next stage was stopping breathing altogether, even if he did give in now there was a chance that the paramedics that carried the nebulizer and oxygen that I so desperately needed would come too late to save my life but the worse thing was he just didn’t care. If I died it would be a shame but to him it would have been no worse than breaking a favorite toy; he could always go and find another one to play with in the end.

 “Show me that you love me. Show me how much you want it Mia.” Brian cooed slivering his body up close to mine as he pulled down his jeans and boxers. Of course this is what he wanted; that was all he ever wanted. Sexual gratification that he could only ever really get from someone he shouldn’t have. I thought I had been saved after Joe decided to leave my mum to hunt for new pray but Brian like to play too he might as well have used me as his toy.  

 “I will.” I cried the tears pouring down over my face as the pain that gripped in my lungs intensified and my breathing become even shallower. It felt like I was drowning without water, like the surface was miles away but you needed the air then. Like you would sell your soul for one tiny gasp of oxygen to inflate and deflate your lungs and that was what I was going to have to do. Sell my soul by pretending I wanted to have sex with him. Pretending like I was enjoying myself.

 

“I will do whatever you want,” I chocked out through my lungs as I got down to my knees and took his erect penis into my hands. The tears still rolling out of my eyes that now had black spots over them. I was either going to die from the lack of oxygen or live only to want to die from what I was going to have to do.

 “ Suck it if you want to suck air bitch,” Brian shouted thrusting his  groin into my face and obediently I opened my mouth as he dialed the three numbers into my phone. I was 11 years old and I had to give my new supposed father oral sex to have the privilege of breathing, and I knew it cost too much and I vowed that I would never use a nebulizer again. Ever.

(in hindsight I should have vowed to bite it off.)