THE LITTLE GUY: PART 5 - REVENGE
Author: Closet Fetishist
Original Idea By: "No Name"
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub Fsub ds sad flatu fart
Rosa snored loudly. She lied on her stomach; an
unconscious Walter tied to her ass with a belt around
the back of his neck and buckled just below Rosa's
crotch.
PRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
The loud fart exploding from Rosa's ass woke Walter up
much to his displeasure as he was forced to smell the
wretched stink that filled the air around his head.
Rosa grunted, in masculine fashion, and moved a bit
before settling again.
Walter realized, this was perhaps, his only chance of
escape and he would take it, no matter what the
consequence should he fail. He shook off the thought,
convincing to himself that this is going work.
Rosa never bothered to bind his wrists so carefully he
reached under her large thighs on each side of her.
His hands barely fit between her and the couch but
eventually he got in and began to undo the belt.
BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!
Another fart rang out, the scent rushing straight up
his nose. He kept working but his urge to pass out
again was strong. Still, he fought it. Eventually, he
felt the belt around his neck loosen enough for him to
slip out of his prison.
Carefully, he slid off the couch and onto the hard
cement floor, landing with a thud. Rosa stirred and
Walter froze with fear, turning to watch her. She
slipped back to sleep and Walter let out a silent sigh
of relief. He slowly stood up and walked towards the
basement steps only to nearly fall flat on his face.
He looked back at his leg, the ball and chain.
Fuck, Walter thought to himself. He had forgotten all
about that. How was he going to get out? He certainly
couldn't carry it. Fate, for the first time in his
life, smiled upon Walter that day. Walter scoured the
room, looking for something...anything to help him.
He then noticed a single key, on a small ring, hung
high up near the staircase. He, slowly, pulled the
ball and chain with him towards the key, making sure
not to make too much noise. When he finally reached
where the key hung, he realized it was too high for
him to reach. A broomstick near by provided the answer
he was looking for. He grabbed it and prodded at the
key till it finally fell to the ground, making a loud
sound.
He turned to look at Rosa. No movement. He grabbed the
key and went for the lock on the shackle. Within
seconds he was free. The thought of it overwhelmed him
as he, excitedly but quietly, ascended the stairs and
entered the house.
He listened. It was quiet, Carmen still wasn't home it
seemed. He grabbed a coat out of the coat closet, put
on his tennis shoes (no socks) and opened the front
door, the bright sunlight flooding him; hurting his
eyes. He rubbed them as he broke into a run. He didn't
know where he was going, he didn't care, he just ran.
The suburban community paid him no mind as he speedily
passed house after house.
Carmen returned home, an hour or so later, to find the
front door slightly ajar. She entered.
"Mom?" She called.
No answer.
She continued through the house finding the basement
door wide open. She had never been allowed to go down
there, it was always locked, but she was worried
something was wrong. She slowly descended the stairs
to find Rosa, face down on a couch.
"Mom!"
Rosa stirred before groggily answering, "What?"
"What are you doing down here?"
"Me? Oh I was just keeping him warm for you?"
"Who?"
"What do you mean who? Walter." She looked down to her
ass to find no one there. Walter was gone. "What the
fuck!?"
"He escaped?!" Carmen asked, angrily.
"I..."
"You idiot!"
"Hey, don't call me an idiot; I'm still your mother."
"Well you let him escape didn't you?"
"He could not have gotten far," Rosa said as she stood
up and walked towards Carmen.
"That's what you think, the front door was open. He's
probably long gone by now."
Rosa just stared at Carmen in amazement.
"Well, what should we do?"
"Nothing. There's nothing we can do."
"So what, we're just going to act like he was never
here?"
"Exactly."
"But if he goes to the police or something, won't they
track it to us?"
"No. I faked all the documents; there is no link to us
at all."
Carmen nodded. "So, what am I supposed to do for a
slave?"
"I don't know, you'll have to worry about that
yourself, I guess."
"Well great! This sucks."
"I know but blame Walter, he's the one that didn't
know his place."
"If I ever see him again, I'm going to torture him so
bad he's gonna wish he was dead."
"I think you've done that at least once daily
anyways," Rosa said, smiling at her daughter.
Carmen smiled too. They both reached over and hugged
each other.
"So what, the little puke just ran away?" Tiffany
asked.
"Yeah, he was gone when I got back."
"That sucks, what are we gonna do for a fart filter
now?" Lena asked.
"I'm not sure," Carmen answered.
The three of them sat quietly, in Lena's bedroom,
thinking.
After a few minutes of silence, "Well, the only thing
I can think of..." Tiffany started, "...is to just
start hitting random guys at school."
"Yeah, we could but there is no one at school that's
as much of a weak loser as Walter was."
"True but, you know, going after stronger prey will
show our strength and soon, we'll rule the school!"
The girls sat and thought about it. It wasn't a bad
idea. The three of them could easily have the school
under there thumb...or under their ass rather.
Brandon sat, barely listening, with his friends. He
had a lot on his mind right now and it was difficult
for him to let go of it and relax but he tried. His
friends were his best distraction even though he
didn't always see eye to eye with them. He laughed
occasionally at things he didn't find particularly
funny and he became a Yes Man for the 'leader' of his
friends; he hated doing it but he never stood up, not
to any of them.
A tap on his shoulder diverted him from his thoughts.
He turned to find the beautiful Tiffany behind him.
"Yuh....ye...yes?" Brandon finally managed to spit
out. It was no secret that he had a crush on Tiffany,
hell, it was hard to find a boy that didn't; she was
the prized girl at that school.
"Hey, Brad!" Tiffany said, in her best ditsy dame
tone.
"Hey, Tif....Ti....Tiffany...uh...the name's Brandon
actually," he said and quickly finished with, "but you
can call me Brad if you want."
"Oh...oh yes of course it is; silly, of course I know
your name is Brandon but Brad is my little...pet name
for you."
"Cool."
"So, what I wanted to tell you was, meet me in the
girl's gym bathroom after school today."
"Uh...why?" Brandon asked.
"I wanna show you something, something special and
just for you."
Brandon's friend's exchanged looks with each other.
"Um...alright,"
"Great! See you then," she said, as she grabbed
Brandon's chin, lifting his head, and kissed him, with
a quick peck, on the lips.
As she walked away, her tight jeans gave the cafeteria
a perfect view of her magnificent ass.
"Dude, I am so jealous!" Henry shouted.
"Yeah man, what the fuck did you do to get so lucky?"
Brandon just smiled, awkwardly, at his friends. He
hated talking about this stuff. He considered himself
more respectful when it came to girls while his
friends were not, or at least that was their outward
persona. But then, he was getting ahead of himself, he
started to think. This could all be some dirty trick
but Tiffany seemed sincere; and hell, even if it was a
trick he could build up the rumors that it was
something else.
The last two classes went by fast for Brandon, as he
hyped himself up for his meeting with Tiffany later.
He exploded with excitement when the bell rang at
three. He was tempted to run to the gym but he decided
to play it cool; he casually strolled in that
direction. He opened the door to the gym slowly and
peered inside; no one was there. He entered and walked
across the empty basketball court to the girl's
bathroom.
He took a deep breath to relax his nerves before
walking in.
The bathroom was empty upon first look. He walked a
little deeper into the large bathroom which doubled as
the girl's showers. He saw no one here. In one way he
was relieved and in another, disappointed. Brandon
headed back towards the door only to find Tiffany
standing there.
"Oh, hey...uh...Tiffany, I was wondering where you
were."
"Yeah, sorry, my teacher made me stay a little late."
"Ah." He paused. "So...um...what was it you wanted to
show me?"
She didn't say anything; she just smiled as Carmen
appeared in the doorway and suddenly rushed at
Brandon, tackling him to the ground. His head hit the
hard concrete with a thud. The pain was excruciating;
he grabbed his head and massaged it while softly
speaking some obscenities.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Brad," Tiffany started to say. "Carmen
just gets excited, that's all."
"Oh...no...arrh....worries," he managed to say while
gritting his teeth.
"Aww, you're sweet," Tiffany said.
Brandon managed to smile.
"What I wanted to show you was..." Tiffany trailed off
as she undid her jeans and pulled them off her legs.
Her pink thong stared him in the face, or was he
staring at it? He found it hard to be logical with a
hurt head and a hot girl is standing there in her
panties.
"Well...what do you think?"
"Uh...um...what are we referring to here?"
"My underwear, silly; what do you think of it?"
"Um...it's great. Looks good."
Tiffany blushed, "Thanks. I'm glad you like it, your
opinion on it really matters to me."
Brandon started to feel the pain in his head subside a
bit; he sat up, "Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"Because they're gonna be on your face!" Tiffany said,
excitedly.
"Oh yeah?" Brandon asked, excited.
"Yeah!" Tiffany said as she 'lovingly' pushed Brandon
back on the floor.
Brandon was already hard but this had taken him over
the edge. He was extremely turned on by all this, he
didn't even give a shit if Carmen watched; he figured
he'd be too preoccupied to worry about it anyways.
He was right.
Lena walked in, her photography class camera lazily
dangling on the side of her. It was then that Brandon
started to get a bit of a strange feeling but he let
it pass as Tiffany stood over him, her hands on her
hips looking down at him.
He smiled at her; she smiled back before turning her
back to him and quickly descended onto him, as if she
was going to sit on his face. Brandon was stunned for
a moment as he had this gorgeous, near naked ass
hovering just a few inches off his face. He didn't
know what to feel or what was going on but he didn't
mind it.
Lena appeared on the right side of Brandon, her camera
in her face. Brandon looked over, and the shutter
clicked and the flash went off, blinding him for a
second.
"What the fuck are you..." he managed to yell out
before Tiffany took a seat on his face with all her
weight. The pain on Brandon's head that had subsided
just a few seconds ago was back in full force.
Everything went dark but Brandon still heard the
camera shutter go off every so often. When he thought
that this meeting might be a trick, he had nothing
like this in mind...and now they were taking pictures!
Brandon bucked around, trying to get free and just get
out of there but Tiffany was heavy enough to hold him
down by herself. That, of course, wouldn't stop her
from enlisting some help.
"Carmen, sit on his stomach; he clearly doesn't want
to be a good boy."
"My pleasure," Carmen said as she walked over and sat,
side-saddle, on Brandon's stomach. The air rushed out
of him and up Tiffany's butt. She giggled softly.
The pain for Brandon was terrible; to have two girls
sitting on him with all their weight was too much for
him, hell, too much for any man. To make matters
worse, Carmen's weight on his stomach it made it very
difficult to breathe. He was almost certain they were
going to kill him like this.
Carmen, getting bored as a minute or so passed,
started punching Brandon hard in the groin every so
often. She enjoyed hear him cry in pain each time she
made contact. The camera continued to click away.
"Ah, yes...and now, for the main event!" Tiffany
shouted.
Without warning, PRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!
Brandon was stunned, momentarily, as hot air rushed
over his face. Tiffany had blown a fart right in his
face.
"Ooooh, yes!" Tiffany said, relieved. "How was that?"
If Brandon could have answered he would have told her
it was awful but he was too busy struggling to stay
alive as he inhaled the fart. It was the only air he'd
had in minutes. He heard the girls praising Tiffany
for her 'performance' as they seemed to refer to it
as.
"Oh, oh, oh, wait..."
BRRRRROOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Another fart rushed out of Tiffany's ass and up
Brandon's nostrils for him to sniff. The smell was so
bad that Brandon's eyes started to water; Tiffany
didn't express any compassion as the tears ran down
her ass cheeks.
"Ha, I think the poor baby is crying," Tiffany said,
excitedly to the other girls.
The girls laughed together. It was an evil laugh that
sent chills down Brandon's spine; the laughter so
cold, so uncaring, so...sadistic. The camera shutter
continued to snap on.
BRRRRRRPPPP!
A fart, again...but oddly nothing rushed to Brandon;
no, this fart was felt on his stomach.
"Sorry," Carmen said, feigning embarrassment.
"You wanna take a turn?" Tiffany asked.
"You know I do."
Tiffany got up, slowly, off Brandon's face and Carmen
also rose off Brandon. As soon as he was free from her
ass he began breathing heavily, sucking in the air
around him like a vacuum. He started to sit up and
then, suddenly, positioned himself to quickly crawl
out of there but he couldn't move an inch before
Carmen kicked his side and he went down hard, his face
planted against the unforgiving concrete.
"Stay down, bitch!" Carmen yelled.
Brandon turned his head and looked at Tiffany, tears
in his eyes. "Why?" He managed to get out.
Tiffany just looked down at him while kicking him
over, back onto his back, before taking her place on
his stomach. Carmen's red panties appeared in
Brandon's face before everything went dark again. She
wiggled herself on him, forcing him farther up her
already fart stained butt. The smell was strong, as if
Carmen had been farting nasty farts all day long...and
she was.
"Like it down there?!"
Brandon shook his head no.
"Good, cause it's about to get worse."
Carmen grunted loudly in an extremely unladylike
fashion.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPP!
"Ahhhh, Walter doesn't know what he's missing. Sniff
that up!"
Brandon was powerless to do otherwise as he breathed
in the noxious odors that emanated from Carmen's butt.
It was amazing, Brandon had thought Tiffany's gas was
bad but Carmen's was otherworldly and not in a good
way. He coughed and gagged under her and her only
reply was another fart.
PRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPP!
"Maybe that'll shut you up!"
Brandon moaned loudly, he was about ready to pass out
at this point. There was no way he could take much
more of this torture.
"Let me get a turn girls," Lena said.
PRRRPPPPPP!
Carmen farted once more, enjoying her position for
another few seconds before getting up. Tiffany
remained on Brandon's stomach, making sure he didn't
try to get away again. The ground nearly shook as Lena
stepped toward her seat. Brandon then cried out as he
saw Lena's fat, naked ass standing above him.
"Please! No! Don't! I'll do anything!"
She didn't listen, Lena just lowered herself down and
sat on Brandon's head; her ass so big that her cheeks
rested comfortably on the bathroom floor; Brandon's
head packed very tightly somewhere between them. With
his head completely enveloped by Lena's prodigious
backside it was difficult to hear anything except the
sounds that came from Lena's ass and the gurgling was
severely off-putting. Brandon suddenly felt a small
bit of weight off him, Tiffany had gotten off his
stomach; Lena was more than capable of keeping him
bound by herself.
Carmen took a few shots with Lena's camera.
"What do you think?" Carmen asked Tiffany.
"Let me see," Tiffany said as she peered over Carmen's
shoulder, looking at the small LCD screen on the
camera. "Oh, come on...give me that," she said as she
snatched the camera. "If anyone needs to take a
photography class it's you."
"Piss off! Est�pida gringa!" Carmen said in a huff.
Tiffany just looked at her and started to laugh;
Carmen eventually did as well giving Tiffany a playful
punch in the shoulder. Tiffany put her attention back
to taking pictures.
PRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!
A big, stinky fart blew with incredible force across
Brandon's face. He wanted to die as he caught whiff of
the terrible gas.
"Ahhhhhh," Lena exclaimed in relief.
Brandon kicked his legs around, trying to get free but
his upper body did not move one inch under the two-
hundred pound girl.
"Stop moving, you make me..."
PRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!
Lena sighed before angrily punching Brandon in the
stomach, "Now see what you made me do!"
The girls all laughed as Brandon sputtered and coughed
from having the wind knocked out of him.
"Lena..." Tiffany trailed off; she didn't seem to say
anything else.
"Okay," Lena said, "Just a second...," she said,
straining. She pushed down on Brandon's, now bruised,
stomach.
Then, showing her true cruelty, let go as she blew
perhaps the biggest fart known to man.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHH!
Brandon moaned and thrashed and Lena sighed, looking
up to the heavens as the wretch gas escaped her
asshole and traveled, quickly, up Brandon's nose and
mouth. Things became desperate for Brandon, he felt
himself fading, fading away. Another few seconds went
by and dozens of camera shutter clicks before Brandon
lay there, lifeless. He wasn't dead, but he wished he
was.
Lena split her cheeks and pulled Brandon's head out
from the giant crevice that was her ass. She and the
other girls grabbed their underwear and pants and left
the gym, leaving Brandon lying there on the floor.
It was about 10:00 p.m. when Brandon woke up. He
didn't want to think about what had just happened to
him, he just wanted to forget it. He, nervously,
walked out of the gym and to the parking lot. His car
sat there, alone. He got in and drove off, heading for
home.
Brandon walked up the sidewalk, heading in the front
entrance of the school. He heard slight snickers and
laughter around him but that was nothing unusual. He
wasn't paranoid so stuff like that never bothered him.
He opened the door to see a crowd of people around the
bulletin board; he smiled as he walked over. He peered
over the shoulders of some other students. When he
caught a good glimpse of what everyone was looking at
his heart sank. Slowly, he backed away from the group.
He backed down the hall, his lip quivering.
Eventually, he turned and ran. He ran and ran until he
was out of sight from anyone at the school.
Brandon eventually stopped at a park, tears in his
eyes. He wasn't supposed to cry, seventeen year old
guys never cried but he couldn't help it. As hard as
he tried to shake it off, the image of him on that
poster with Lena on his face was burned into his mind.
Brandon never showed up to school again. There were
rumors that he had killed himself but nobody knew
anything for sure. The fear of God was put into the
entire student body. No one dared cross Tiffany, Lena,
or Carmen; the message was clear. Even faculty members
fell in line to the ludicrous demands of these three
girls. They had the power and they used it; they ruled
the school.
Months went by slowly for the students at school but,
finally, summer came and everyone was relieved to be
out from under the control of the girls.
The girls met at Carmen's house, planning for next
semester.
"That's a good idea," Tiffany said.
"Yeah, it will really cement our position as Goddesses
of the school," Lena added.
"Exactly," Carmen said. "You know...we could use more
girls though."
"I don't," Tiffany began, "I mean, why do we want a
lot of people in on this?"
"Not a lot, just a few more. The way I see it, the
more people we have, the more control we can have."
"Hey, has anyone met the new neighbors?" Lena asked.
The girls looked at her, strangely. To them, it seemed
like a digression.
"What? I heard there are three girls living over
there, maybe they'd like to get in on it."
"That's not a bad idea," Carmen said.
"I still don't like it," Tiffany interjected.
"Oh shut up and come on," Carmen said, pulling her to
her feet.
"Yes?" A seemingly shy girl said, answering the door.
She wore a short jean skirt and a butterfly tank top.
"Hey," Carmen said, moving forward and offering the
girl her hand; they shook. "We saw you had just moved
into the neighborhood and we wanted to come meet you.
These are my friends, Tiffany and Lena, and I'm
Carmen."
The girl nodded and waved, before pausing and saying
nothing else.
"Um...so what's your name?" Carmen asked.
"I'm....Terry," the girl replied.
"Well, hello Terry. I heard you had sisters, may we
meet them?"
"Sure, come in."
The girls followed Terry through the house.
"This one may be a little hard to convince," Carmen
said in a whisper to Lena.
"Yeah, but she'll probably come around, after she sees
how fun it is."
Carmen nodded.
Terry led them to the couch and told them to take a
seat.
"Would you like a drink?"
Water is what they all agreed on. Terry disappeared
into the kitchen and returned with glasses of ice
water. The girls sipped their water, noticing a
strange taste to it. They looked at each other but
figured it was nothing. Before they knew it, all three
of them were out like a light.
Carmen's eyes were foggy as she slowly came out of her
haze.
"Wha...what happened?" She asked. She felt her hands,
tied behind her back and her ankles bound as well.
"Interesting question," a voice answered.
"Who the hell is that?!" Carmen yelled, trying to show
she was not afraid to the strange voice. This woke up
the other girls. Her eyes slowly focused and saw a
young guy standing there. He was younger than her but
he didn't look it; he was tall and muscular.
"I'm surprised you don't remember. Maybe this will jog
you memory..."
The guy went down to the floor and stuck his hands in
the air and in the highest voice he could manage said,
"Oh no! Please, Carmen, stop!"
"Wa...Walter?" Carmen said in disbelief.
The guy laughed heartily, "I knew you'd remember."
"How did you...what are you...I...uh..." Carmen
babbled before trailing off.
"It's actually quite miraculous really. After I
escaped from you and Rosa's shithole, I ran into a
nice woman who put me up for a few days while I looked
for my real family."
"Your real family?" Lena asked, not fully
understanding what was going on.
"Don't interrupt me. Yes, I was looking for my real
family and eventually I found them. They quickly took
me in and I told them of my adventures. We moved out
here and that's the long and short of it."
"So, what are you gonna do now?" Carmen asked. She
still showed no fear; she wasn't worried about
anything this slightly stronger Walter could dish out.
"Me? Nothing. See, I forgive. I don't give a shit
about what you guys did to me anymore. I'm over it
but, you see my sisters..."
Terry and two other girls, wearing jean shorts, walked
in as if they were waiting for their cue.
"...they aren't so forgiving. They want to pay you
back for all the lovely hospitality you ladies gave me
for all those years."
The three sisters just stood there, menacingly. They
didn't say a word.
"Well, I guess that's it. I'll just get out of their
way and hopefully never see you guys again. Have a
nice life."
Walter left the room and went upstairs. Terry and her
sisters, Mara and Dana, helped each other carry the
three girls down to the basement. They were lined up,
side-by-side, and their binds were checked to make
sure they were still secure.
Each of the sisters picked their first target and, in
near perfect synchronicity sat on their faces. The
girls underneath them fought with all their strength,
confident that they could free themselves from this
predicament that they inflicted so many times before
but they couldn't; they were stuck.
The sisters just sat casually but heavily on their
victims. It was not long before Mara farted; she was
the gassiest one in the family by far.
BRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOPPHHH!
"Smell that one!" Mara demanded of her victim, Lena.
She pushed, repeatedly, on Lena's stomach to disrupt
her breathing before farting again, bigger this time.
PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
"Oh man! I just can't seem to control myself today."
"Today?" Terry interjected, "You never control
yourself!"
"How about I bring this ass over to your face, huh?"
Mara said, aggressively.
"Both of you, shut up, I got a good one coming."
Dana made faces like she was in pain and experiencing
great pleasure at the same time before she finally
produced her attack.
FFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOPPPPHHH!
A slight smile could be seen on her open mouth. Dana
enjoyed farting a lot; it sometimes gave her sisters
the creeps.
Carmen trashed under Dana. Her fart was inhuman and
almost paralyzing.
"What about you Terry, you haven't done one yet." Mara
said.
"Who says, I haven't?" she said with a sly smile.
This torture went on for several minutes. The girls
were forced to see their torturous behavior first hand
and in the worst way until they finally passed out.
Walter slowly opened his eyes. A smile crossed his
face for the first time in years as he raised his head
from his soft pillow only to find he could not. He
jerked and struggled but he couldn't get free. His
eyes finally cleared to see...he was tied to Rosa's
ass! His whole wonderful vision was nothing more than
his mind's imagination; he was still very much a
prisoner in his adopted home. He started to sob, being
interrupted only by Rosa's loud snoring.
PRRRRRRRAPPP!
A fart brushed over his face but he couldn't give a
shit, not anymore. All he wanted to do was die now.
Then it came to him, his dream...maybe it was a
vision. Yes, he soon realized his wrists were free so
he slowly reached under Rosa to try to undo the belt.
PRRRRRROOOOOSSSSSHHHHHHH!
Another fart but he was immune, his adrenaline made
sure he finished the job uninterrupted. Quickly he
worked and soon the belt was free from his neck. He
quietly slipped out. He dragged his ball and chain to
the stairs, knocked the key off the hook with the
broom, and undid the shackles. Slowly, he went up the
steps and out of the basement. He breathed a sigh of
relief as he closed the door behind him. He grabbed a
coat and some shoes and headed towards the front door.
He opened it only to come face to face with Carmen
standing there, her mouth wide.
"What the fuck, you little puke!"
Walter ignores her and races past, sprinting down the
street. Rosa runs after him and several blocks down
the street she grabs his leg sending him stumbling
forward, face first into the sidewalk. Walter went out
like a light.
Walter was slowly awakened by the quiet but noticeable
beep of machines. He looked around; he was in a
hospital. The door to his room opened and Rosa walked
in. Walter recoiled as she came towards him.
"Oh my sweet boy, I'm so glad you're alright."
"Get away from me, Rosa!"
"Oh please don't say that, I worried so much about
you," she said, grabbing his head and kissing his
cheek.
"What are you doing?"
"Can a mother not show love for her son?"
"Son? You said I was adopted!"
"Adopted? My, that hit must have been worse than I
thought. Don't worry, Wally, we'll take care of you."
"But...but..."
"Please, just rest now."
Carmen opened the door to the room and Rosa walked
towards her. They talked in hushed tones, occasionally
looking at Walter. Carmen soon walked off and Rosa
looked at Walter and smiled.
"Don't worry, everything will be back to normal soon,"
she winked at him and shut the door.
Walter stared, blankly, at the door of his empty room.