The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 9

Daddy dearest

I healed but it wasn’t a quick process my stomach went from scab to scar in just over two weeks but my ribs where a different matter. They tell you it takes six weeks for a broken bone to heal, this is an over estimation to be on the safe side but it was more than a month before they stopped hurting to touch. With most broken bones they get covered with a plaster so they don’t get knocked around that much but it isn’t the same with ribs. It doesn’t matter how hard you are or what you see in moves a broken rib is a broken rib and any contact was almost debilitating and that really did put a cramp in my capacity for violence, it also ruined my sex life.

After that first time in the hospital had ripped me open Faye wouldn’t touch me before I was healed and even if she would it wasn’t as if I could do much beyond foreplay as real sex would have sent red lines of pain arching along my rib cage as most other forms of physical activity did. Now if the lack of sexual activity was bad for me at least I could tell myself it was stopping me pain but by the end of the second week Faye was bouncing off the walls with pent up lust. It would have been funny if I didn’t know how she was feeling, it had just become part of what we did, you got used to it.

My ranking within the Dead Heads didn’t suffer much as I could still sit a corner and keep a count so I still ran Lacy’s corner and could make money. I had to use Lacy name more often to keep people in line and I couldn’t do much myself but just being there was all that was needed. I had to sit out the first big fights of the year as spring took hold and watching from the side lines of that muddy bit of grass it was clean why I was covering for Lacy’s drug use, high or not the lad was a one man wrecking ball on the battle field.

It wasn’t all bad, it did trigger the first real change I my life for the better. The doctor said I shouldn’t go on the yard at dinner time, he was right it wouldn’t have been long before some would have tried to show me up and I was in no way ready for the rough and tumble that would have happened. I had to spend break times in the library with those kids that didn’t want to be on the yard, the geeks, it would have been 4 weeks of strained silences if not for Amy. Her relationship with Taz gave her some real pull now but she was always a geek at heart and still liked to hide in the library.

She taught me how to play chess, I was good at it, and by the end of the week I was a match for anyone there. I started to run beating on it, which for some reason none of them had thought of, and even made some money out of it. More importantly she started to teach me to read, it is not easy being a teenage illiterate and letting someone help you is even harder, it wasn’t easy and it took most of a year, allot of hard work and some interesting teaching methods on her part before I was anywhere near proficient but without her I can tell you I wouldn’t be writing this. And what was better we became friends, before I had never really known her and I would really have missed out if I never took the time.

Starting to learn to read made me feel better about myself, because of it I started to teach myself other things. Faye taught me to cook, my dad taught me DIY, I got Mike to teach me to drive not the best way to learn but being able to crash gears dose have it uses and I even started to pay attention in some of my classes after that. All thanks to Amy taking the time to notice that I simply couldn’t read. And learning to read gave me an excuse to spend time in the library after I healed up, it was nice to spend time with people that where as smart as I was.

It was the end of the second week of my recovery and I was sat on my bed with Faye and Amy. I was reading a children’s book, you know the ones with one short paragraph per page, words no bigger than six letters and a big pitcher to tell you what is going on. It would have been boring and I would have given up if Amy hadn’t come up with a way to keep me interested. For every page I manage to finish without needing her help she or Faye would take off an item of clothing. It wasn’t easy, my brow was knitted in concentration by the second page, I needed to focus to sound out the words and I couldn’t finish a page as often as I could. Of cause it got harder the better I did, as more clothes came of it was all I could do to look at the page let alone read it but the desire to see more made me work all the harder. When they were both naked decided to continue the game.

“Well as Rave has been useless to me the last couple of week and I really need to get off we are going to fuck Amy” her tone book no arguments.

“Ok” said Amy, it wasn’t the first time they had played together but I think it was the first time Amy took more than a passive role in the sex “but Rave has to keep up his practice, so I will do anything you want me to Faye as long as he keeps reading, he stops and we stop.”

So that how it worked, I kept reading my voice monotone and slow, breaking down words into their parts trying the keep focused on the page even as my eye drifted time and again to the sceptical at the bottom of the bed.