Free Lightning by Dean Koontz

was jolted. "Her
own father
?"
    "Not all the kids at Mcllroy are orphans," Thelma said. "Some are here because their parents committed crimes and went to jail. And others were abused by their folks physically or… sexually."
    The freshening air coming through the open windows was probably only a degree or two colder than when they had sat down in a circle on the floor, but it seemed to Laura like a chilly late-autumn wind that had mysteriously leaped the months and infiltrated the August night.
    Laura said, "But Tammy doesn't really
like
it?"
    "No, I don't think she does," Ruth said. "But she's—"
    "—compelled," Thelma said, "can't help herself. Twisted."
    They were all silent, thinking the unthinkable, and finally Laura said, "Strange and… so sad. Can't we stop it? Can't we tell Mrs. Bowmaine or one of the other social workers about Sheener?"
     "It wouldn't do any good," Thelma said. "The Eel would deny it, and
Tammy
would deny it, too, and we don't have any proof."
    "But if she's not the only kid he's abused, one of the others—"
     Ruth shook her head. "Most have gone to foster homes, adoptive parents, or back to their own families. Those two or three still here… well, they're either like Tammy, or they're just scared to death of the Eel, too scared ever to rat on him."
    "Besides," Thelma said, "the adults don't want to know, don't want to deal with it. Bad publicity for the home. And it makes them look stupid to have this going on under their noses. Besides, who can believe children?" Thelma imitated Mrs. Bowmaine, catching the note of phoniness so perfectly that Laura recognized it at once: "Oh, my dear, they're horrible, lying little creatures. Noisy, rambunctious, bothersome little beasts, capable of destroying Mr. Sheener's fine reputation for the fun of it. If only they could be drugged, hung on wall hooks, and fed intravenously, how much more efficient that system would be, my dear—and really so much better for them, too."
    "Then the Eel would be cleared," Ruth said, "and he'd come back to work, and he'd find ways to make us pay for speaking against him. It happened that way before with another perv who used to work here, a guy we called Ferret Fogel. Poor Denny Jenkins…"
    "Denny ratted on Ferret Fogel; he told Bowmaine the Ferret molested him and two other boys. Fogel was suspended. But the two other boys wouldn't support Denny's story. They were afraid of the Ferret… but they also had this sick need for his approval. When Bowmaine and her staff interrogated Denny—"
    "They hammered at him," Ruth said angrily, "with trick questions, trying to trip him up. He got confused, contradicted himself, so they said he was making it all up."
    "And Fogel came back to work," Thelma said.
    "He bided his time," Ruth said, " and then he found ways to make Denny miserable. He tormented the boy relentlessly until one day… Denny just started screaming and couldn't stop. The doctor had to give him a shot, and then they took him away. Emotionally disturbed, they said." She was on the brink of tears. "We never saw him again."
    Thelma put one hand on her sister's shoulder. To Laura, she said, "Ruth was fond of Denny. He was a nice boy. Small, shy, sweet… he never had a chance. That's why you've got to be tough with the White Eel. You can't let him see that you're afraid of him. If he tries anything, scream. And kick him in the crotch."
    Tammy returned from the bathroom. She did not look at them but stepped out of her slippers and got under the covers.
    Although Laura was repulsed by the thought of Tammy submitting to Sheener, she regarded the frail blonde with less disgust than sympathy. No sight could be more pitiful than that small, lonely, defeated girl lying on her narrow, sagging bed.
    That night Laura dreamed of Sheener. He had his own human head, but his body was that of a white eel, and wherever Laura ran, Sheener slithered after her, wriggling under closed doors and other obstacles.
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