Alright I have read quite a few fan fictions that have been set in schools and I wanted to try writing on for myself, so here it is, but first a few things that you should probably know about it.
Ianto is abused by his Dad at home and is in year ten at school (9th grade for Americans) and he is fifth teen. This is set after the October half term and all of his friends are around the same age.
Okay now on with the story.
It was past midnight and nearing one o clock and Ianto still wasn't asleep. School had started again yesterday and Ianto was glad that the half term was finally over. It was the end of October and heading into the beginning of November.
Ianto hadn't seen anything of his Dad today and was extremely glad of that factor, although he was well aware that he would most likely see him at some point tomorrow and for the duration of the rest of the week.
Mondays were the only day that Ianto was almost defiantly guaranteed not to see the man as he didn't go to work until about half two in the afternoon and only came back in at about midnight - by which time Ianto would usually either be asleep or be pretending to be sleeping.
The only Mondays when he saw his Dad were during the holidays. Oh how he hated the holidays. It gave his Dad so much more time to beat him up without anyone knowing. Not that he didn't do it when Ianto was at school, he just did it a hell of a lot worse when Ianto was home for a longer amount of time.
No one at school even knew about it as Ianto's Dad forced him not to tell by threatening him with things that Ianto knew he was not only capable of, but would carry out.
The door was opened and then loudly slammed shut and Ianto quickly jumped under the bed covers and tried to make it look like he was already asleep.
His bag was packed and placed neatly on the floor at the end of his bed. His uniform was hung up on hangers in his wardrobe and the whole house was clean and clear. All of the washing up was done and everything was placed where it should be. The television was turned off and so was every single other electrical device in the house that wasn't needed to be used.
The clothes had been washed and the shoes had been polished, surfaces had been dusted and plants had been watered. Ianto always remembered to do everything that his father asked of him.
He was, to most other people, the perfect idea of a son. But not to his Dad he wasn't. All his Dad cared about was his money, drinking and beating something up – that of which was usually Ianto – as he was always in the house.
Even when Ianto tried to avoid getting in trouble by doing everything that he was supposed to, it never seemed to work as his Dad always found something else to bring up, some other reason as to why he needed to beat up his son.
Sometimes there wasn't one.
Like over the holidays, he had demanded that Ianto left him out a drink for when he came home from his late night shifts and-
Ianto's blood ran cold.
He had completely forgotten about leaving out the drink. For a moment he considered running downstairs and putting it out now, however that idea was crushed when he heard his Dad calling out his name, his loud, booming voice breaking through the silence of the house.
"Ianto!" His heavy footsteps became closer and easier to hear, which told Ianto that he was coming up the stairs, "Ianto, don't make me come up there!"
Ianto didn't move, even if he had wanted to he couldn't manage it. He was now hoping that if he made himself seen asleep that his father might not bother him tonight and consider leaving him alone.
Silence ran through the house again and after fifth teen whole minutes, Ianto's Dad hadn't come anywhere near him.
Ianto let out a sigh of relief before turning over off of his side and onto his back, deciding to try and venture out to see if his Dad had fallen asleep on the sofa, like he had done so many time before.
But when he opened his eyes, he found himself staring directly into the face of his Dad, who had watched him silently all this time, so silently that Ianto hadn't even heard him come upstairs let alone the room.
Suddenly his body found the power, will and energy to move, however he didn't get far in his attempt to jump out of bed and run as his Dad was quicker and grabbed a firm hold of his son's wrist pulling him towards his stronger and older body.
And no matter how much Ianto struggled he couldn't get out of that.
The next morning he woke up on the floor of his bedroom, with a pounding headache. His whole room was a mess and he could only conclude that that was the result of his attempt at struggling to try and break free last night against his Dad.
He grabbed his uniform from his wardrobe and headed to the bathroom. He washed and changed quickly, although that didn't stop him from spending some time to look at his back in the mirror. The area around his shoulders was littered with bruises of all different colours, old and new and lower down his back there were still a few small cuts from an incident that had happened just under a week ago during the holidays.
Heading back into his bedroom he grabbed his bag before he made his way downstairs. His Dad was nowhere to be seen and Ianto believed that he might have gone to work early for once, before he heard the back door shut and saw his Dad walk back into the kitchen and down through the hall towards him.
"Trying to leave without saying good morning and goodbye are we?" Ianto knew that he wasn't really asking him, but was saying it as more of a statement. He didn't even try to leave, but just stood there deciding that his Dad might let him off easy if he didn't try and fight back like he had done last night.
"I want you home by twenty to four and I would like fish for tea." His Dad told him, his breath smelling of drugs and alcohol – despite how early in the morning it was and that he was meant to be working today – Ianto just took a step back and remained silent.
Although really he knew he should probably say something in reply. However sometimes his Dad was hard to read and you could never be sure whether you should speak in answer to him or not.
Obviously he should have gone with his gut instinct and said something as his Dad grabbed him around his next and throat and slammed him into the wall, pain running up through his back and across his shoulders, aggravating the old and the new bruises and the few small cuts that still remained.
"Did you get that?" Ianto could only nod, having lost the ability to speak for a minute as he struggled to get over the shock of being pushed back as force into a solid wall. The grip that held him up was released and he fell to the floor as his Dad left the house.
Ianto didn't move until he had heard his Dad's car pull away. He was still trying to get his breath back when he put his shoes on before he stood up – swaying slightly as he did so – before picking up his bag again, his back complaining at the weight of it on top of his injuries, however he just put on his normal façade before stepping out into the light of the day.
Toshiko, but more commonly known as Tosh to everyone that knew her well enough, was walking down the road to his house. She only lived a few streets away and would commonly meet him for the fifth teen to twenty minute walk to their school. Of course the walk could be made quicker if you decided to walk quicker, however they never did in the mornings as they met up with their friends and all chatted as they walked along.
They didn't have to walk very far (just down the street to the corner by a small shop) before they met Gwen, her boyfriend Rhys and Dav. They used to meet Lisa here as well before she moved to London with her parents two years ago.
Their school was just a few more streets down and then across the road. They would meet Jack and Owen as they walked anther of Rhys friends, who was more commonly than not, called Banana. And did Ianto mention that he had a crush on Tosh.
Tosh was talking to Gwen and Rhys was talking to Dav, however as they continued walking the two conversations merged together and Ianto didn't take part in either.
"Hey Ianto mate," Rhys said as he put an arm around Ianto's shoulders, "Are you gonna play football with us at lunch? You know it's team try outs soon and we need to be ready. So you in?"
Ianto was trying so badly not to flinch away or yell out in pain from Rhys touch, so instead he just decided to reply with the first thing that he could think of that was actually honest, "Yeah, maybe."
"Great." Rhys replied tapping him on the back before returning to his previous conversation and filling Dav in on his idea of playing football at lunch. Ianto was too bust focusing on the pain that was now coursing through him again that he wasn't looking where he was going and ran right into a giant military coat that could only belong to the one and only Jack Harkness, who was waiting casually with Owen, who was talking to Banana – irritation coursing through Owen's facial expression – as he attempted to explain to Banana the analogy that he had just used.
Ianto had been walking so quickly that he had bumped into Jack with such force that it had sent him reeling backwards, but Jack's reflexes were extremely quick and he grabbed a hold of Ianto's upper arms and shoulders and pulled him back up.
Ianto couldn't hide the wince of pain as the stronger did so.
"Woah, watch where you're going there Ianto," Jack started as he placed his hands on Ianto's shoulders – who was now stood upright, thinking for a moment that Jack had missed his wince of pain – but he was soon proved wrong when Jack fell silent before speaking again, "You alright?"
"Yeah, just a little shocked." Ianto tried to attempt a small smile which cleared up any sort of idea that was forming in Jack's head about him being hurt as he put on such a good fake show, although inside he felt like the pain was killing him. Jack still hadn't let go of his shoulders.
"Good." Jack replied before pulling Ianto close to him and ruffling his hair slightly, giving his shoulders and light squeeze, Ianto was only all too pleased when Jack let go and released his grip as Tosh and the others rounded the corner.
"Right let's all get going." Jack told the group before they all started to walk the final few streets to school, talking randomly as they did so. Once again Ianto tried to disappear and lose himself in silence, desperate to rid himself of his killing headache. He also hoped that no one else would think about wrapping an arm around him or hugging him for the rest of the day.
He was also extremely careful to look about him for anyone that may have just seen Jack hugging him like that. He wasn't so much looking at the students of his school, but at the adults, his eagle eyes looking through the morning crowd of people for anyone at all that his Dad knew.
He sighed in relief when he didn't see any one, however he had completely missed John Hart, who was stood in the shadows, leaning against one of the walls on the opposite side of the road.
John Hart didn't have a reputation for being the nicest person in school. He was an ex of Jack's and a bully on all levels, especially to the year sevens. Ianto had never been troubled by him, but that was probably, because he was a friend of Jack's. Although the pair had broken up in year eight after Jack had found out about John bullying loads of students.
Let's just say, John wasn't at all pleased about Jack's decision to break up with him. Ianto was worried about three things which were what was stopping him from telling Jack that he actually did love him.
One was John Hart, two was the fact that Jack might not actually love him in return and the third was his Dad. Eliminate those factors and then he may consider letting Jack know.
By the time they reached school they only had five minutes before they would have to be in their form room. Rhys, Dav and Banana were a different form, which just left the five of them to head into theirs.
Tosh sat down and read a book, Owen did some late, last minute homework and Ianto just listened to Gwen and Jack's conversation. That passed all of the twenty five minutes that they spent in what the school liked to call tutor time. Tosh only had one chapter left in her book by the end of it placing her on chapter seventeen and she'd only started on number five this morning.
Ianto headed to maths with Tosh as they were in the same group and Jack headed off down the other end of the corridor with Gwen and Owen, as they were all in the same maths group as well.
Jack couldn't help, but look over his shoulder at Ianto as he walked down the other end of the corridor. Something was wrong with him, that much Jack was sure off. Because, yes he had used a lot of force to pull Ianto back up in order to stop him from hitting the floor, but he hadn't used enough to make him wince like he had.
And then when he'd hugged him and ruffled his hair, he hadn't missed how Ianto had visibly flinched and tried to pull away from him.
Jack Harkness was known by everyone to be bisexual, but he still had tons of girls asking to go out with him. He knew that Gwen would probably want to as well if she wasn't perfectly happy with Rhys.
He wondered if Ianto liked him, because he defiantly loved the Welshman, without a doubt.
Jack had concluded as he sat down in maths that he was going to get closer to Ianto and work out what was wrong with him.
Alright, I'll update Slowly Decaying tomorrow. I hope that you like this and thanks for reading and please review.