New Monster Thing Part 1

Juan didn’t understand why he had to be blindfolded on the drive to his uncle’s house. Arturo had always been the cool guy, the uncle who was only a few years older than himself. And yet, for some reason Juan was in a special car, had seen one of the fanciest parts of the LA area he’d ever seen, and been told he had to wear the blindfold.

“This is bullshit,” Juan said. “I’m not some captive, or criminal who’s going to… I mean I don’t know where to start with this.”

“All I do is drive and convey what must be done.” The driver, a man with strange gold lines along the side of his cheeks, stared forward. In fact, Juan hadn’t seen the driver’s eyes once since he got in the car. The man was odd even ignoring the goal lines, and when Juan leaned forward to have a better look at him, he wondered if those were feathers on the guy’s hands.

“Yo… You can’t really expect—”

The car swerved to the right, screeching on the brakes. And it just stopped there. After the side of the road, with thick oak to the side, and another fancy house barely visible as it hit into the trees. Juan looked from the back of the driver’s head to the blindfolded his hands and scoffed. This mother fucker wasn’t seriously going to sit here and wait for him to put his blindfold on… Was he?

After a few seconds debating whether to try and test this dude, Juan thought fuck it, put on the blindfold, and folded his arms, waiting. The car started up again, but even when he peeked out from the corners of his blindfold, he couldn’t have seen anything. And so what if you could’ve seen anything? All those around him was trees and houses. He very much doubted Arturo had become some secret spy or something, anything that would merit this level of secrecy. What, some thugs were going to come and beat out the answer to where Arturo was located from Juan? Not likely. Still, he just wanted to get to his new house, where he had been told he was going to be staying for this little bit, and then get the hell out of there and go see his friends. He still wasn’t sure what was going on with his girl April, not since all the bullshit had started going down.

Everything had been going so great with her. He closed his eyes, he could still remember the way she looked up at him as she took him in her mouth, twirled her tongue around his tip, and moaned at the satisfaction of his taste. Then he got the call. He tried to ignore it, tried to even throw it to focus on the pleasure she was giving him. But then his other phone rang. That phone never rang, not unless it was something work related. Work being a stretch.

“Shit, I gotta take this,” he had said. He didn’t pull away from her as he went to grab his phone, but as soon as he answered she made it quite clear that she was not going to finish them off. Great he had thought, blue balls and some issue to deal with. He clicked answer on the phone, and said, “What the hell?”

“Yo, it’s your uncle Arturo.”

“How…?”

“How to get this number?” A moment of silence followed, then a sigh. Arturo grunted before he added, “I’d hoped you wouldn’t get into all this. Not after you so what did your mom.”

Juan looked down at his expose cock, slowly growing limp, then to April who was dressing and heading for the door. “Sorry uncle Arturo, but seriously, what the hell?”

“Everyone’s trying to get a hold of you. You need to… I mean, I didn’t want to be the one to tell you this. There’s been an incident, and you need to come stay with me for a little bit.”

“I’ll get it. I’m living with my moms.”

“She’s… In prison. Drug issue, it might take a while.”

Juan wasn’t entirely surprised by this. His mom had been in and out of prison over the years, always related to drug problems. Well minus is the one time for assault, when some other mom’s school had said something bad about him. As much problems as mom had, at least she always had his back.

“My dad then.”

Arturo paused. “You haven’t heard from him in a while, and there’s a reason for that. It’s the same reason your mom went off the deep end. Juan… My brother, your dad… He’s been shot.”

A mixture of desperation and rage flowed through Juan, and it was only then that he realized his door had just closed. April was gone. He stood and nearly threw the phone, but instead turned and slammed her fist into the window. Spider web of cracks spread out from where he did it, and a couple that had been walking by outside turned to see him standing there. Of course, he was still exposed. He spun, tucking himself away, and shouted at the top of his lungs, “FUCK!!!”

His door opened, and April was there again looking at him with confusion and annoyance. She must’ve been leaning against the door, or why else would she have been able to get there so fast? Considering what was going on though, and that she had just left him mid blow job, he didn’t give a fuck. Instead of answering her inquisitive stare, he walked over and slammed the door in her face. Turning back to his room, he collapsed onto the bed, and held the phone back to his ear.

“Arturo?”

“I’m here…”

“Just tell me when and where. It will be good to… Good to see you.”

“Agreed man. And I promise you this won’t go unanswered.”

Juan had always known Arturo to be more of a smiling fun guy, not the type to promise revenge. Then again, he’d never known Arturo to have his brother killed. Juan had to imagine his uncle was gone the same rage that he was in that moment.

And that had been it. All thought of blue balls gone, and without a single glance at April was he left the building, she still waiting in the lobby, he took off to where Arturo told him the driver would pick him up. And now all this bullshit with the blind fold.

“Listen, man.” He started to reach for the edge of the blindfold, but heard the car swerve again, brakes applying, and so he stopped. “I’ve been through a lot of insanity today, okay? Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Arturo told me.” The man was silent for a moment then said, “I’m sorry about your loss. As to what’s going on, your uncle has some new acquaintances. I am one of them, and like to consider him my friend. And because of these new acquaintances, he stays at a very private estate.”

“Estate…” Definitely Mafia then. Juan never would’ve thought it. Arturo wrapped up with the likes of them? Or maybe it was some fancy drug dealer from Guatemala probably knew. Whatever it was, Juan assumed that he wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.

So he leaned back, waited for the trip to be over, and again tried to ignore the conflicting images in his head. One second he was imagining April bobbing up and down on his cock, the next he was remembering the moment he got the call, wondering what exactly had happened with his dad. How his mom could let it come to this.

The car came to a stop, and the engine shut off. A creaking sound told him the door had opened, and another, before the man said, “Go ahead. Take it off.”

“The blindfold, that is,” a familiar voice said and laughed.

Juan removed the blindfold to see Arturo standing next to this man, only the man’s back was turned to them both and he was already walking away.

“What’s with that guy?” Juan asked.

Arturo chuckled again, sending memories into Juan’s head of this man always acting this way. Always smiling, always happy. He thought it might’ve annoyed him, considering all that was going on, it was a nice distraction. The last thing he wanted was to be all mopey or surrounded by people who were acting like little bitches.

“Don’t worry about it.” Arturo gestured toward one of several humongous houses beyond the wall word the car had stopped at a gate. “You will need a lot of strange individuals why you’re here. For now, let’s get you situated.”

Juan stared up at the massive houses, struck by awe, unsure what to say here. He simply nodded and followed his uncle toward one of the mansions that was light blue with dark blue trim. He had no words, taking in the garden everything that seemed to come straight out of The Shining.

He would have time to grieve, he was sure. Right now, he just wanted to know what the hell was going on, and what his uncle and he are going to do to get justice for his dad.

(to be continued…)