Daily Free-Write April 7, 2021: Room for Rent Pt. 7

Continued From “Room for Rent Ch. 6”

As Colt stepped inside the grocery store, he looked around.

“Now where did that little boy run off to?”

He looked left and right. Rows of cashier stands stood to one side. The produce area on the other, both devoid of any Robbie.

He wandered around a bit looking for someone who looked like they work there. Eventually he found someone stocking the cereal aisle.

“Hey, have you seen a kid named Robbie who works here?”

“Who’s askin’?” said a heavy-set woman with blond hair tied back in a pony tail and gloves on for handling heavy boxes.

“I’m his… guardian,” said Colt, after a short pause.

She looked him up and down. “Is that what they’re calling it these days? Hey, man, whatever floats your boat.”

“He lives with me. I really do need to speak to him. I’m concerned about his safety.”

“What the heck you talkin’ about?” she said.

“Well, I guess yesterday, his manager Brandon-“

“Ohhhh. The asshole. Say no more. Yeah, he’s miserable to work for, but he’s harmless. At least, I don’t think your… uh… charge is in any danger.”

“Well, I’m concerned about his psychological health too. I don’t know if you heard what happened yesterday…”

Colt proceeded to tell her all about what Brandon did to Robbie.

“No… He didn’t!”

“Yeah, he came home and he was an absolute mess.

“Damn. That’s sadistic, even for Brandon.”

“Yeah, I had to give him a call and straighten him out yesterday, but…”

“Wait… you didn’t… talk to him, did you?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“What did you say?” she asked, choosing her words carefully.

He told her what he had said.

“Oh boy,” she said, wiping her forehead. “This isn’t good. This is not good.”

“I’m not scared of some store manager on a power trip. What’s he gonna do, dock my pay?”

“No, you don’t get it. You need to find Rob. Now. Brandon is Crazy. He could do anything…”

Colt’s stomach did did a flip-flop. “Is my little boy in Danger? Where is Brandon?”

“Well, I don’t know but maybe you should start with Brandon’s office. It’s over that way.”

Colt took off running before she could even finish her sentence.

*****

Robbie whined as the last bit of resistance of his bladder muscles failed. It was just too much and he couldn’t hold it.

Brandon smiled with glee as he watched Robbie give in and the mixed look of relief and shame showed on the smaller man’s face. He looked on in anticipation to see a wet spot in Rob’s jeans, but none appeared. He frowned.

“What the… what’s going on, dweeb? Why aren’t your pants getting wet?”

Robbie’s face went bright red. “I- I- I’m not a p-p-pants wetter.”

Robbie turned to run out of the employee area but Brandon grabbed a hold of his wrist, stopping him.

“Not so fast, you little pipsqueak. I know you just pissed yourself. I’m gonna find out what happened.”

“N-no! Please let me go!”

“Shaking, Robbie reached for his phone to call Colt. But as he pulled it out of his pocket, the pacifier fell out as well.

Brandon looked at the pacifier hit the ground and gripped Rob’s wrist more tightly, causing him to cry out.

“What the fuck are you, some sort of freak? No wonder you piss your pants.” He grinned down at the terrified boy, feeling like he had won. “Fine. This is perfect, in fact. I’m going to teach you what happens to pants pissers who show up late to work.”

“Not so fast,” came a voice from the employee entrance.

It was Colt. Robbie had never been happier to see him.

Brandon released his grip, and Robbie ran to Colt, hugging him and burying his face in the larger man’s belly. Colt picked him up and gave him a big hug.

“It’s okay, baby boy,” he whispered in Rob’s ear. “I’m here.”

Rob was so scared he was shaking, and Colt shot Brandon a look that could kill before looking back at his boy and gave him a kiss attack, causing Robbie to giggle a bit despite his tears and look up at him lovingly.

“Hi,” said Colt, looking his beautiful by in the eyes.

“What the fuck is happening right now? Who are you?” asked Brandon, completely confused by Colt and Robbie’s actions.

Robbie looked back over to brandon in a panic, but Colt swung around so he blocked Robbie’s view of the big bully. He began to talk toward the exit while Brandon was still talking.

“Just look at me, sweetie.” He said to Robbie. “Don’t take your eyes off of me.”

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? If you leave, you’re fired, Rob. Do you hear me?”

But Colt just kept walking.

“I’ll upload the video to every video and porn site there is, Rob! You’ll be famous! You want that, you little pants pisser?”

Colt stopped dead. He saw the pain and terror in his little boy’s eyes and he couldn’t take it anymore. He opened the door and set Robbie down.

“Sweetie,” he said, putting his hand on Robbie’s shoulder. “I want you to cover your ears, okay? Just step outside and cover your ears, and I’ll be right out.

“Please don’t let him do it,” Rob said, panicked, but Colt just shushed him.

“I won’t, sweetie. Promise. But I need you to be my brave boy and stand outside for just a minute.”

Robbie was still terrified to leave Colt’s side.

“B-but what if he h-h-hurts you?”

Colt gave him a half-smile and ruffled his hair.

“Don’t worry about that pale and flabby loser. I doubt he could hurt me if he tried.”

Reluctantly, Rob allowed himself to be shooed out of the employees area while Colt turned around and cracked his knuckles. So much for playing nice.

“We need to talk.” He said, holding Brandon’s gaze as he approached the man.