Blood Ties Part 2

Chapter 106-1

Blood Ties

Part 2

 

To think I was looking forward to getting a good night sleep for once, but every time I thought about drink blood I wanted to vomit it back up. I loved steak and potatoes and fresh green beans, but the blood in my mouth ruined the taste. It didn’t matter how many bites I took or how much lemonade I dank the taste was still there. Even my favorite dessert apple cobbler and vanilla ice cream didn’t put me in a better mood. I knew what Mom and Dad wanted, I knew what my sisters wanted, I knew what my brothers wanted. And it was me, and not in a good way. I would have rather spent the entire night with my three mermaids and Dillon; at least I wouldn’t be having sex with them.

Arthur and Shawn sat outside of our circle handcuffed to their chairs, while the rest of us were asked to remove our robes as a family unit. I watched as Doctor Gill brought in a clear sealed container that had our blood inside it and set it up on a long pole in the middle of our circle. At the bottom of the airtight container where metal claps that were covered with plastic to keep them sterile. I watched as he took long clear tubes like the ones they use for IVs and blood transfusions and hooked to empty the bags that hung just below the container of blood to give everyone the same amount. No joke I am quite serious no fiction here.

The long tubing was perfectly measured as we had to adjust our chairs to move closer until everyone had enough tubing to be attached to the bags where the blood will be stored once he flips on each of the lines. Mom and Dad was hooked up first I cringed watching him poke Mom and Dad with the needle in the other arm that hadn’t been used as pin cushion, Unlike me they didn’t scream, but I couldn’t watch so I closed my eyes as he made his way around the circle hooking us up to the container.

I did, however, squeeze each of my brother’s hands letting them know I was right here with them and just as scared. For the first time, I was glad he didn’t have to poke me just flush the line in my arm before he attached the clear tube, he did the same to my brothers. I knew it stung as Jared and Jason tighten their grip on my hands. The only ones not hooked up were John because he wasn’t the same blood type as the rest of us, Shawn and Arthur, because neither one of them were our brothers anymore.

Even though Shawn was our blood type he wasn’t allowed in as part of our family. Arthur too had a different blood type, but he too wasn’t allowed in the circle because he to was no longer part of our family. Unlike John, he was allowed the same glass wine as the rest of us, but that was far as he could go without making us or him sick. Personally, I was wishing I didn’t have to do it either and envied him as he sat next to Kerry holding her hand asking. “Are you sure it won’t hurt the baby?” Which was a very good question.

He explained that Kerry carries the same blood type as the rest of us. The baby once he is born stating it was a boy she was having. Would carry a mixture of their two blood types so, in theory, no the baby would not be harmed. But to keep a close eye on her for the next few days. I knew that theory was true because my parents both have different blood types, making one of them incompatible to donate blood to us.

I could donate blood to my brothers and sisters because we had the same blood type, and so could my mother, but not my father. Not that I want his blood or any part of him for that matter. John started a fire for light on the outside of the circle as it started to get dark. Doctor Gill flipped each of the switches and turned on the motor that would stir the blood inside as it filled each of the bags we were attached to. Once each bag was filled he turned off the motor and flipped each of the switches that would send the blood down to each of our tubes into our veins.

It was a weird feeling as the cold blood went into my arm; I had that metallic taste again. I recognized from the time I was in the hospital as Shane and Dad donated their blood to me. It was also the same taste without the wine and I didn’t like it. Mrs. Gill gave us each two cold sodas so if we got thirsty we have something to drink. She was kind enough to give Shawn and Arthur one even though they didn’t deserve her kindness. Dad thanked them as they left stating they would check on us every so often to make sure we were ok. Dad said. “Since we are now held hostage,” thinking it was a funny joke said when no one was laughing especially me. “I want to tell you a story about a boy named Eric.”

Dad opened his book that I haven’t ever seen him with or seen him write in it. I knew where he got the information, considering he had my thick file and spoken to my grandmother and my mother on numerous occasions. Started off the day I was born and listed every foster home I had been in. He talked about all the things I had endured over the years and the accomplishments that I had done. I knew most of it by heart, from every beating, everything that was in my file. Some things I didn’t know at the time which came from my mother or my grandmother.

I won’t bore you with the details because I had already written about them in my bio. I watched several times as my sisters and Mom wiped their tears when Dad told them all the things my parents had done to me and my brother. They beamed at my accomplishments and cried for my disappointments. When Dad was done rehashing my life story the blood bags were empty. Doctor Gill unhooked us from them. I cringed as he pulled the needle out not daring to look.

It didn’t hurt as much as he pulled it out. I only whimpered because I hated needles watching him put on a Band-Aid. Checked our pulses and checked to see if any of us had a fever before leaving us all in peace taking his contraption with him. Dad only asked to make sure he sent Shane a vile so he to wouldn’t be left out. I knew Dad would have him send it by medical carrier so it would get there safely. The idea of drink straight out of the vile was un -in -manageable. I also knew providing I still lived here with the Rothwell’s Shane would be required to take a blood donation from me.

Dad had us get on our knees and take hands for the prayer to ask God to accept me as part of their family in life and in death and many things that would bore the heck out anyone. It was very long payer the longest I had ever seen Dad or Mom give. He prayed for Shawn and Arthur’s souls that they will have a change of heart during their six years of Shame.

That they will turn back and give up their sinful ways and become part of our family once more. I had strong doubts that were ever going to happen. Hell, I didn’t think they live long enough to endure their shame. Being cut off from our family they’d be better off dead or in real a foster home or prison. Knowing the only love they would get would be from each other or people that took pity on them.

When the prayer was over Dad gave us a choice to put on our robes or just hang them up, I didn’t matter what we choose, because nobody in the world could see us naked being so far out from civilization or the nearest town. Besides everyone here including Mr. and Mrs. Gill were nudist just like us and had signed Dads contract to be inside our circle of trust. I, however, felt more comfortable wearing my robe because of Shawn and Arthur noticing us boys and every time they did their penis got harder. Mom, Dad, and John didn’t bother putting on their robes and neither did my sisters, my brothers did it because I did it. Mom told us to take a quick swim while they take them back to their holding pens.