BREAKING AND ENTERING (44 p1)

BREAKING AND ENTERING (44 p1)

The scene changes to forty-four years earlier,
I am still chained and handcuffed,
under interrogation.

The voice of interrogation enquires,
"Tell us about your first time, Sir."

I enquire, "Why?"

"To pinpoint your location in the virgin equation,
so as to properly set the positioning of the temporal relocation machine, Sir."

I stare at the gaping wormhole behind me,
formed from the creating of God.

"Nothing's prefect," I utter under my breath.

"I was in kindergarten, five years old.
We were playing doctor in the playground."

"The first time your penis entered a vagina, Sir."

I slowly speak, "My sister's name was Samantha.
She was two years younger to me.
I was eleven and she was nine.We slept in the same room.
One night I snuck downstairs to watch late night porn,
she followed watching me masturbate.
She came over and took me into her small mouth,
removing our clothes we copied what they were doing on television.
We sixty-nine,
and after several tries pushed my erect penis
into her soft welcoming cunt.
We kissed like movie stars.
She let me cum in her pussy because we didn't know any better and she was not yet having her periods.
We cuddled and snuggled.
We fucked again and again.
My mother woke up.
We threw on our clothes and pretended to have been watching early morning cartoons.
Two or three times a day on weekdays,
God knows how many times on weekends."

A female voice speaks from the back,
"But that's not entirely true is it, Michael?"

I look around in the darkness at this voice who
believes in addressing me by my real name.

She continues, "You forgot the before and after."

I manipulate my wrists to slide out of the handcuffs
buying time as THE MADNESS CONTINUES...

I hatefully respond, " Fine, let's start with the after.
I ran away to a Catholic church.
I confessed to a priest,
was molested and raped by a nun
who then made me videotape her with a strap-on ass-fucking the priest in a dress."

The female voice replies, "and the before"

I spitefully reply "None of your god-damned business."

To which she says, "I will tell you. You yourself were not even nine, only eight.
Your sweet six-year old sister and you shared a bed,
and you would sneak out at night to watch
your mother fuck a different man every week playing with your penis from the shadows."

I HATE.

She speaks on, "one night your make eye contact with your mother as she is getting pounded from behind, her ass being slapped again and again, her hair being pulled and after this first time of being caught you don't stop simply continuing to masturbate until she looks away pretending you're not there.
Finishing, you run back to your sister's sleeping arms."

I ONLY HATE.
I DO NOT LOVE.

She concludes, "your mother had to get so drunk to fuck so many different men.
You watched her get gang-banged,
you watched her with other women.
You saw them take so many drugs.
Your father had been divorced.
Your lonely mother was compensating,
and after she made eye contact with you..."

I CHOOSE MURDER.

She finishes, "She came into your room.
She beat you and your sister.
And with your sister in the same bed,
after that male had left, your mother raped you.
She forced your NAKED child erect penis into her soft warm cunt in her drunken, drug-induced state.
And you orgasmic.
Is this true Michael?!"

I breathe.
My eyes flicker.
I sneer, "Yes."

I take a deep breath, "my beaten sister held me after mother left the room not understanding.
I cried and cried not comprehending.
Three years later my sister and I became husband and wife sharing ourselves with the neighborhood children in group orgies.
My mother never did that to me again.
She went on to work in a pornography video store where I worked briefly.
She died of leukemia recently."

The voice enquires diligently, "And how did your father die?"

I admit the true reality.

Looking for the voice's eyes I say,
"I killed him.
I raped my step-mother at gunpoint, then shot him while his two new sons slept in the next rooms."

She wants to know, "Where is your sister?"

I truthfully reply, "I honestly don't know.
After the situation with the nun I came back beyond cruel.
Mental hospitals were a normal occurrence for me.
She went to go live with my father because I continued to beat her into bloody pulps while raping her."

The voice finally finishes, "and one day she just disappeared.
Another teenage runaway."

I release my hands form the cuffs.

I command,
"LOOK BEHIND YOU"