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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 20, 2012 0:56:53 GMT -5
Zander couldn't remember who Dylan was, so he just nodded. He must be terrible to have hurt Devon. He drummed his fingers on his desk, wondering if the guy was as bad as his dad was. He moved over to him, tipping his chin back to kiss him softly. He hugged him tightly, rubbing his back gently.
"It's all gonna be okay." He mumbled, not believing the words himself. He wasn't the Zander he was two weeks ago. He was the Zander he was twelve years ago.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 20, 2012 1:01:30 GMT -5
Devon kissed him hesitantly, even his lips feeling bruised, and closed his eyes with a shudder, trying to shake away the images of his older brother. "No it's not.." He mumbled, voice muffled against Zander's shoulders as he hugged him close.
"...what..happened?" He questioned, curling up in Zander's lap, playing with the other male's shirt curiously.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 20, 2012 1:22:00 GMT -5
He rested a hand on the small of Devon's back, rubbing it slowly. "He beat me awake, told me if I wanted to sleep with boys that he was doing to show me what it was like to be a faggot." He mumbled, then shrugged as it were nothing new. And it really wasn't.
"He raped me with something and then started beating me in the head. And that's all I remember." He could hear the man's screaming, telling him he was worthless, that he would never make anything of himself, that he was a dirty pedophile and that sleeping with guys was wrong.
"I guess no one told him or Vegas I haven't slept with you." He chewed on his lip, looking over at the wall.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 20, 2012 1:28:05 GMT -5
Devon reached up, fingers running through Zander's hair. He didn't know emotion, and didn't understand the tears rolling slowly down his own cheeks as Zander spoke. "I'm..sorry.." He whispered, kissed his jaw, rubbed carefully at his own face so he wouldn't mess uo the eyeliner there. He had cried in front of Zander before, but for different reasons.
"I don't wanna have you hurt..." He mumbled, curling up again.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 20, 2012 1:34:45 GMT -5
"It isn't a walk in the park seeing you hurt either, Devon.." He mumbled, running his thumb under one of the boy's eyes, fixing the bit of eyeliner there. "I'm a big boy. I can handle it. No one ever said life was easy. And it's not. Some of us are just dealt a really shitty hand." He kissed Devon's forehead, drawing the boy close to him as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt him.
"Everything is okay while you're here, okay? I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. You're always safe with me." He kissed his cheek, rubbing his back gently.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 20, 2012 1:39:43 GMT -5
"Okay," He mumbled. "But are you..?" He gazed up at him again, then rested his head back against Zander's shoulder. "He tells me what to do to myself...what to cut on my skin...he kissed me..it hurt.." He tucked his head under Zander's chin.
"And nobody would tell me where you were..."
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 20, 2012 1:47:24 GMT -5
The idea of Devon kissing anyone else -especially forcefully- made Zander want to kill whoever had done it. He kissed the top of his head, rubbing his back gently. He felt helpless, like there was nothing he could do to help the boy.
"They didn't tell anyone. They didn't know who did it, and they never bothered to ask. Nevada said he had to man the store, and get Jayson to run Hot Topic." He moved a little closer so he could lean back in his chair, his back starting to throb.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 20, 2012 1:51:17 GMT -5
"Oh..." He mumbled, blue eyes closing. He rubbed at his arm, a small streak of blood following where part of a scab had cracked.
"There's more people where I live now.." He mumbled. "I don't like it that much, it feels like home.." He coughed softly, afraid to admit the toll Dylan's actions had taken on him, how far he had been forced to go.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 20, 2012 1:57:31 GMT -5
Zander nodded slowly. "Yeah, I never liked a lot of people, either. You can always come stay with me, if you'd like. The cops changed the locks, so hopefully my prick of a father can't get in." He mumbled, kissing the side of his head. "If you don't want to, that's okay too. I think I only have one bedroom."
'-think I only have one bedroom'. That's what bothered him. The fact he didn't know anything anymore. That his father had beaten him so much he could remember the doctors saying he was lucky he could see, or even walk.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 20, 2012 2:01:22 GMT -5
"I'll hafta talk to Dallas.." He mumbled. Even if they were near the same age, he saw her as authority. "Think..?" He kissed his shoulder.
"He hurt you real bad Zander.." He mumbled, coughing again, rubbing at his neck where the ache of a headache was starting. Pain was a curious thing.
Devon's breed allowed him to be rather strong witted, carving into his flesh and all without a wince. But in the right conditions, pain brought on every aspect of an injured child.
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