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sherlockbbc_fic) wrote2014-03-30 11:33 am
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Prompting Part XXXV
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Re: You Were My First - Part 3c/5 (oops!)
(Anonymous) 2014-08-21 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)"Sebastian," Jim said, causing him to halt in his tracks. "Get Green for me. I need to finish it." He felt if he could just get his hands on the man and do what was necessary everything would be fine again, for always. Green's friends whom had participated didn't matter, just him.
Jim wasn't afraid of pain, nor was he afraid of dying, but he was afraid of being made to feel small. And he felt incredibly small as Sebastian stared him with those brand-new x-ray eyes he seemed to have acquired, trying to make sense of Jim's current state.
“Give me two more days,” Sebastian said before leaving.
Jim listened with keen ears from his bedroom as his parents shouts echoed through the house. He looked down at his grammar homework, pencil suspended over the sheets as the words blurred before his eyes. His father's voice was gruffer than normal with resentment and his mother's hysterical and wavering. They probably didn't even realise how loud they were being.
“-have to talk to someone, Arthur! We both know he's responsible and it's time that he owned up to it!”
Jim's dad's voice was deceptively calmer, but Jim could imagine the red flush staining his face and neck very well as he answered. “Would you have him expelled? Is that what you want?”
“Don't be ridiculous,” she snapped. “And if it's anyone's fault, it's yours,” she added spitefully.
“I'm not going to punish the boy for defending himself.”
“Defending isn't the word I'd have chosen.” Her voice had drifted back to Cork and her tone grown suddenly softer. “There's something wrong with him, Arthur. He's not...”
“Not what, exactly? Are you trying to imply that he's retarded or something? Because, judging from his test scores that's very far from the case.”
“You know that's not what I meant,” she said coldly.
He sighed heavily. “Hughes is going to be back in class next week. No lasting harm done. Why can't you just let it go?”
“He needs to own up to what he did, apologise, and then we need to find a counsellor or therapist... or, or someone who knows how to deal with this sort of behaviour.”
“Absolutely not,” he said bluntly. “He already has a hard enough time as it is without the other students thinking he's even more of a freak.”
Jim flushed angrily and let his pencil drop to his desk. It rolled off onto the floor where he made no move to pick it up.
His mum laughed humourlessly. “I don't care what you want. He needs help, and frankly we do too.”
Before his dad had a chance to reply, Jim heard the front door slam. He watched from his window as she walked briskly down the pavement, probably on the way to her sisters. Jim felt resentfully impressed; it was a rare occurrence indeed when she stood up to his father.
When his dad called him to dinner an hour later, neither of them mentioned Sean Hughes or the argument that had taken place. Throughout dinner Jim feigned ignorance easily enough, prattling on annoyingly about the lessons he'd had that day while his dad chewed robotically at his food. His dad nodded and hmmm'd every time Jim paused to draw breath, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. When Jim rose to clean the dishes, he didn't think his dad saw him at all.
By the time Jim went to bed, his mum still hadn't returned.
You Were My First - Part 3d/5
(Anonymous) 2014-08-21 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)He decided to investigate.
His bare feet were chilled when they touch the floor and he curled his arms around himself as he crept out of his bedroom. His heart thudded too loudly in his ears, blood rushing. Hyper-awareness dictated his movements, and he unfurled his arms so he could drag his fingertips against the rough plaster wall as he made his way to the sitting room. He knew instinctively that something was deeply wrong.
Then he heard it.
Harsh yet muted, a skidding noise, breathing and a continuous lewd, wet sound. He turned the corner to the sitting room and stopped dead, blood running cold as he saw.
The first thing he comprehended was his mother's purse lying on the floor, contents scattered, and the most inane thought (mum's home) fluttered through his head.
The second was her, her body propped against the back of the couch, held up by his father's weight. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her pale thighs and her pants were twisted around her ankles, looking almost fluorescent in the dark.
His father was lodged between her writhing thighs, thrusting brutally, face screwed up in a grimace of what appeared to be agony, but he didn't make a sound. A thin rivulet of something black trickled down his mum's leg. Her mouth gaped in horror and her eyes bulged, tears streaming from them in rivulets. Her gaze was fixed blindly upon the ceiling. The dark brown of her irises looked absolutely black in the non-light. Small, pained animal noises burst from her throat in regular intervals. She might have screamed, but his father's hands were wrapped tightly around her neck, effectively closing off her trachea and leaving only a thin passage for her to wheeze through.
Jim watched in horror for perhaps another ten seconds, torn on which direction his feet wanted to carry him, than turned and padded jerkily to his room, not knowing what else to do. As he burrowed back under the covers something black and visceral as he'd never experienced rose inside him like a furious, inescapable tide. It was akin to what he felt when Sean Hughes was having a go at him, but amplified times a million. He didn't want to simply disgrace or maim. He wanted to eviscerate, to kill. The feeling was terrifying and heady.
Less than ten minutes later he detected his dad's footsteps walking back to their room. Two minutes later, his mother's steps passed, veering off into the bathroom. A shower started.
Jim laid awake for the rest of the night, adrenaline surging, glaring at the wall as if he could burn it down with his eyes alone. Every time he closed them, his mother's face intruded; the image of his father viciously fucking into her; the blood running down her leg.
He got out of bed when his mum knocked on the door, calling him for breakfast. He dressed slowly, masking his emotions as best he could before going to the kitchen.
A plate of fried potatoes, eggs and waffles awaited him, but he had no stomach for it. His eyes kept straying to the scarf covering his mom's neck, the way the swaying of her skirt didn't quite mask the way she limped as she walked, the hurt hiding behind her smile.
With a jolt of horror, he realised he'd seen her like this before, many times.
Was that how he'd been conceived?
His father interrupted his thoughts, striding into the kitchen and ruffling his hair gaily. "Eat up, you can't learn on an empty stomach."
Normally Jim would have pointed out that that was, in fact, false. He was too busy watching their interactions to do more than nod. So perfectly coordinated, such skilled acting. How many years had they had to perfect it?
Re: You Were My First - Part 3e/5
(Anonymous) 2014-08-21 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)"Aren't you hungry, James?"
"Yes, mum," he lied, digging in. He ate every last bite.
She didn't mention Sean Hughes that morning.
Re: You Were My First - Part 3e/5
(Anonymous) 2014-08-21 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)Amazing update, thanks!
Re: You Were My First - Part 3d/5
(Anonymous) 2014-08-21 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)Re: You Were My First - Part 3d/5
(Anonymous) 2014-08-22 12:43 am (UTC)(link)