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IVAN YUMAS
Soren Windows (S.W.) was the love of my life. However, I had no feelings for him. Absolutely not. He was…too old for my liking. His six-foot stature, deep commanding boom of a voice, his peach-fuzz, the streaks of grey in his otherwise saturated brown hair. Nah. What I…loved about him, what…interested me in him had nothing to do with how anyone else saw him…well actually…fuck, I’m getting ahead of myself!
Mr Windows was an English teacher. He 6th and 7th grade English at the Esselum K-12 Boarding School For Boys, which is where I worked at when I met him. I was not a teacher. My job was closer to that of a counselor, or therapist. My expertise was with kids primarily aged 11 to 14. Middle school. To be upfront with you, reader, I possessed seldom noble goals when I pursued my degree in child psychology. I never once had any interest in helping youth succeed. I did my job however, begrudgingly.
The boys of Esselum were not stupid. They knew what I was. New boys would clock me within less than a dozen minutes of meeting me for the first time. All of them were some kind of child-prodigy, whether it was in sciences, humanities, foreign language, athletics or the arts. Frequently they’d impress me with their extensive knowledge of lesser-talked-about historical events, science fiction literature etc.
I had my favorites, although I’m not supposed to admit that. My heaviest crush was on 11 year old Connor Roswell. A literature-head who read far above his age. The boy was to put it lightly…a genius. But that wasn’t why I was interested in him. No, I was far too shallow to see any value in him outside of what he must’ve looked like nude, flustered and with his legs spread, whining incessantly for me to make him feel good.
It was there, in that office, my office, that I sat in my spinning chair, gently touching myself under my clothes, daydreaming of little Connor Roswell wrapping his lips around my bulge, when I got the knock at my door that changed my life forever.
He trembled, twitched. His eyes were a nauseous pinkish red, sore from hours of continuous unbroken sobbing.
“Leon…would you like to sit down?” I inquired. He nodded, silently. Shaking all the way to the chair that sat across from mine.
Leon Martins was a cute enough boy. Not entirely my type, but one I’d definitely rough-up, given the proper opportunity. A proper opportunity I never once thought would realistically come…until now.
Leon: This is gonna sound crazy, Mr Yumas.
Me: Crazy? How so?
Leon: You’re gonna think I’m a liar.
Me: And why would I think that?
Leon: Because…it’s impossible…what’s happening to me. It feels…impossible.
He put his head in his hands and sniffled. He was debating his next move.
Leon: Why? how? …why did he put me through that!?
Me: Inside voice, Leon.
Leon: Fuck you!
Me: if you aren’t going to work with me, I’m going to have to send you back to class.
The twitching boy lifted his head from his hands, an expression of pure terror washing across his face. He was paler than I’d ever seen him before or since.
Leon: No…no no no no no no…..please….please don’t send me back.
Me: then I need to communicate with me what you’re feeling, otherwise I cannot be of any help to you. Do you understand?
He swallowed.
Leon: Yeah…I understand.
Me: Good. Now, I want you to tell me what’s going on. I don’t care if you think it’s stupid or impossible. I need to know if I’m going to help you.
Leon: Mr windows…raped me.
Me: when did this happen?
Leon: today, yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before that. Every day he rapes me!
Me: That’s a pretty severe accusation to make, Leon. I’m a little perplexed. Mr Windows is one our hardest working educators. I am puzzled at what times of day he could possibly be reserving to assault you.
I am very aware how wrong that was to say to him. I just really wanted him to feel like he wasn’t being taken seriously because well…I hoped maybe I could have a bit of whatever Mr Windows was having if he didn’t get caught. Like I said, seldom noble motivations for pursuing this career path.
He muttered to himself, something something, I’m not sure what. Then his watery warm brown eyes stared directly into mine and he spoke.
Leon: Mr Yumas-
Me: go on
Leon: You don’t have to believe me. I don’t really care. I don’t…need you…for this. I just…I hope you can…I wanted to give you a chance to save me.
Me: are you planning to harm yourself, Leon?
He took a long breath in and out, then feigned his best nonchalant cool-guy voice
Leon: I’m saying…you don’t have to do anything about it…I’ll just jump off the roof instead, and maybe that’ll stop it. Just…thought you’d maybe wanna prevent that.
Me: Leon, I’m going to need to call someone if your serious about thi-
I reached for the telephone and his hand caught my wrist
Leon: I just…I want you to listen.
Fucking overdramatic theater kid…
I digress
Me: Ok, tell me everything.
Leon: It’s not just me he does it to.
Me: who else?
Leon: Whoever he wants to fuck… some of us never get fucked. Some others…like me…we’re always…being fucked. And…I know it’s impossible for it to be real. It doesn’t make sense to be real. But I can feel and see and hear and taste and smell everything! And I know they can too. Sometimes we hold hands so it hurts less. Sometimes…I’m alone in the room.
Me: and where is this?
Leon: I don’t fucking know! We’re in class one second, and the next…it’s all dim… and neony, and warm and stuffy and the smell is so thick and sweet but like…in the worst way ever.
Me: you’re confusing me, Leon.
Leon: no shit, man! I can’t fucking describe it cause it makes no goddamn sense unless you’ve seen it! I just know what it feels like, and It feels like hell!
Me: and you’re saying…this is where he…rapes you?
he nodded
Leon: yeah…he rapes us there…for hours and hours. I don’t even understand half the stuff he does to us! I’m 12, man. I’m not really an expert in sex.
I leaned in closer to him
Me: Leon Martins, please be honest with me right now. Is this some sort of prank?
Leon: No! It’s not a fucking prank! I’m being serious!
Me: the story you are telling me…Leon…I am so sorry, but I can’t go forward with reporting Mr Windows if all your going to give me is this ridiculous story about…I assume your trying to imply he teleports?
Leon: oh fuck off! See ya around Mr Yumas.
the way he said it, was uncomfortably cheery
He stormed out the room and shut the door with a loud bang. Although I didn’t believe it for a second, The idea of being able to take someone to another…Realm I guess…to rape them was…undoubtedly hot…and well…I went back to rubbing myself secretly under my desk, now fantasizing what it would be like to actually do that.