Whatever It Takes

"Uhh, fuck!", I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut, as Frank brought down the cane on my naked ass for the fifth time.
I honestly didn't want to give him the pleasure of hearing me scream, but I just managed to shut my mouth for the first four blows.
"Only five more to go" Frank singsonged, he seemed content, that he got close to my breaking point. I shot him the dirtiest look I could through the mirror, but was immediately distracted by the stinging pain of number six.
I grit my teeth together and groaned in pain and anger.
"Maybe you'd like to apologise now?" he asked in a vicious voice. Hitting me the seventh time...
"Ahh" I yelped after receiving the next one - "I'm sorry Fra- uh Sir, I'm sorry for my behaviour from earlier. ", my head was as red as a tomato, I saw Frank grinning. I gripped so hard to the small desk my knuckles turned white, it was my only saviour.
"Excellent", he praised. "For the last two I want you to have a close look at yourself in the mirror, so you will remember what it looks and feels like to disobey or be a cheeky little bastard who doesn't know his place..."
I wanted to kill him right now. My ass hurt so much already, I didn't know if I could take even two more of that.
Reluctantly I faced my reflection, waiting for the next blow.
This one seemed harder than the ones before, as if Frank would have put all of his strength into it, I let out a dreadful pained scream , and felt tears welling up in my eyes.
As I heard the cane cutting through the air for the last time, I just prayed Frank would have mercy with me, but he wouldn't. There was a loud cracking noise and the cane was broken in two, exactly how I felt.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks, my vision was blurred, but I didn't want to see my face anyways now.
"Upsie" Frank chuckled, "must have hit harder than I thought. You can put your pants on again, Gee." He bowed down to collect the other half of the cane and threw it into the bin besides the bed.
I tried to bow down to pull my boxers back on, which were still sitting around my ankles, but I couldn't. Every move I made was hell. At the third try I finally got them back over my exposed, burning ass, who was definitely a battlefield by now. I tried my best not to come across the welts.
"Fuck, I'm gonna be late!" Frank exclaimed, "See you in the evening, have a nice day then- to do list will follow!", and he rushed out of the door, not giving me a second look.

After 5 minutes in complete silence, just standing there, not knowing what to do or not wanting to move, I decided to hobble back to the guest room. I laid down on my stomach extremely careful and pulled the blanket over my head.
This was my life now, this was my normality, and I'd better get used to it, fighting would only cause me more pain...
I closed my eyes and cried myself to sleep.

About two hours later the doorbell was rung by someone and I jumped, cursing the person out on my doorstep. I was in no constitution to make a happy face while talking and was still in my pyjamas. I thought whoever it was could definitely wait.
Still I had to get up and check the to-do list, Frank would have sent me til now. Under no circumstances I'd take another punishment today, I'd rather move out and live under a bridge for the rest of my life, if that would be the case.
I limped down the tricky stairs to pick up my phone making painful faces all the way down.

There actually was a message from Frank;

From Frank, to Gee: 9:46

There will be a package for me today, please be sure to accept it.
Buy some almond milk- that's it. Laters..
F.


I slapped my left hand over my mouth in horror. Shit. Could this somebody who rung the bell just ten minutes ago have been the postman with Frank's package?!
I would have to take a look in the mail box to be sure.
Just in this moment my stomach roared loudly and I noticed, that through all this fuss in the morning I'd totally forgotten to eat, not even drank anything. But the postman couldn't be that far away, and if I hurried now I could get the package still.
I hobbled hurriedly back to the stairs and into my room, pulling some clothes out of my wardrobe. I went for some old stained black jeans, that weren't that skinny, so my ass wouldn't suffer so much of the tight denim, a plain white tshirt and a gray, wide hoodie from one of my favourite rock Bands. Putting on my pink and black pattern socks was the hardest part, because bending my body in that angle strained my swollen backside much.

On top of that I slipped into my beloved black leather jacket, shot myself a last glance in the mirror to see if my hair wasn't too messed up and limped out the door.
As I reached the mail box I found a yellow sheet, saying that I should come and pick up the package from Monday to Friday from 7 am to 6 pm. Fuck, i shoved the paper into my pocket and quickly made my way to the car.
As I didn't know the exact route of the postman I just drove down the mainstreet slowly, which earned me a lot of honking and people flipping me the bird as they passed my car. I couldn't even find the nerve to look like I was sorry, not until I'd find that damn package.
Time dragged on as I made my hunt through the uneventful neighbourhood. I wasn't so sure anymore that I would find the damn postman at all, the clock in my car said it was 14:30, I only had three more hours for Frank to come back.
As I came across the small supermarket I remembered to get the almond milk and manoeuvred into a tight parking lot. As I got out of the car I really had to suck it in and slide myself closely between the two cars for I had parked like the last idiot, slowly half walking half limping to the store.
The store was practically empty, besides the cashiers and an old lady with a white terrier, who was wearing a little green dog jacket saying "beast" on it. I rolled my eyes, sure, a total beast.
I made my way to the cooling department, thinking about what to do next. Should I just keep on driving or wait at the post office? Deeply buried in thoughts I suddenly heard my name being called.
As I turned my head I saw to my horror, that it was William. The milk I just picked out of the shelf fell to the floor with a dull thud. My eyes widened.
I had to escape quickly, I didn't know what he would do to me after I called everything between us off. I struggled to bend down and pick up the milk, my face distorted at the pain that shoot through my lower back. I finally reached the damn milk and tried to hobble away as fast as I could, but he was already there.
"Whoa whoa not so fast, can't we just talk like two normal people?" A sixpack was dangling from his left arm, as he put the other one on my shoulder. I flinched away.
"Take your hands off me man! And stay away from me", I managed to say.
"What happened to you?" he asked, ignoring my plead.
"Nothing" I snapped hugging the milk tightly to my chest.
"Spill the beans Gee! Your face is bruised and I can see you're in pain. What is this strange necklace even about?", he pried.
My hand shot up to my neck, touching the collar. I totally wasn't aware of wearing the necklace right now, damn it. I tried to cover it with my hand and the neckline of my hoodie.
"It's called fashion, ever heard of that " I said, trying to hurt him. "I gotta go!", I added and left him there, hobbling my way to the cashier. I quickly paid the milk and rushed out the door, before William could catch up.
Back on the road I checked the clock and saw that 40 minutes had passed, that left me with about two hours, I really started to freak out already.
I knew that I wouldn't catch the postman anymore, maybe he'd already finished his route anyways and returned the package to the office, so I'd just be driving there instead. 20 minutes later I was patiently waiting in a queue of several people.
"Next", a short haired lady in her forties called out. It was my turn and I stepped up in front of her "Hi", I offered warmly, "I'd like to pick up a package, that I missed earlier today".
"Alright Sir, please hand me your ID and the delivery note."
I started to fumble in my jacket for my wallet and the damn yellow sheet of paper. I pulled the ID out of my wallet and put it on the counter, continuing my search for the note. "I...I had it just minutes before.. it's ridiculous, I can't find it now."
"Listen, without the delivery note I can't give you the package, I'm sorry". She stated with a regretful expression on her face.
"I'll just step over there until I find it, I don't wan't to keep your other customers, I'll be right back"- She smiled at me understandingly and with that I grabbed my ID again and stepped aside, putting off my jacket and turning every pocket.
There were the car keys, my cell phone, and my pack of cigarettes, including a lighter, but NO delivery note. I couldn't remember putting it anywhere else than the jacket. This must be a fucking joke.
I haven't been anywhere than in my car and the supermarket!

I left the office and unlocked the car, searching underneath the seats and even in the trunk, much to the displease of my pained body. Nothing.
Suddenly a thought came to my head, I fumbled my phone out;

From Gee, to William: 15:50

Did you snatch my delivery note?!
Spit it out!

While I waited for his answer I stuck a smoke between my lips and took a deep drag. Fuck. That was the only thing I consumed today. No breakfast, no water, no lunch..and the worst- no coffee. If William hadn't driven me out of that supermarket, I could've had at least one of this cheap to-go cups...
My phone buzzed and I unlocked the screen immediately.

From William, to Gee: 15:56

Maybe ;)
If you want to find out, you'll have to meet me at the park, next to that small bridge asap.
W.

This asshole must be kidding me, I started to cough, as I inhaled the fumes too long and too deeply while reading the message.
I typed back furiously;

From Gee, to William: 15:58

I don't have time for your shit! Give it back or I'll call the cops!

Okey, calling the cops wouldn't change much. They'd probably laugh about my problem, they just couldn't know what would await me at home. I shuddered at the thought alone..
There was another message from William;

-Don't make fun of yourself, be at the park in 15 or I'll throw it away. Bye-


That was clear. I hurried to my car and hit the gas.

Notes

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