Title: Beaten
Author: Always me.
Pairing: Merry/Pippin (FOREVER)
Rating: T for language, dark themes and mild, graphic kisses.
Summary: Merry's father beats him for being in love. (Originally a hetro fic on here, but I've changed, didn't I? *winks)
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JRR Tolkien, He created it all! Also, Credit goes to Peter Jackson and the crew and cast of the Lord of the Rings for their influence on the characters, settings and story line.
Warnings: Slash, as per usual, you flame it, I laugh in your face. Also dark themes such as abuse.
~ Beaten ~
By Mrs. Underhill
"Where have you been?" A raspy voice emerged from the darkness.
"Da!" Merry gulped, his tranquil blue eyes widened as fear and shock took over. "I thought you were at work!"
The footsteps of his father echoed through the pitch black room. "Where have you been?"
"Out." Merry answered quickly, shivering slightly every time he heard the floor boards creak; not knowing where his father was lingering, not knowing when he was going to strike.
"With who?" His father persisted as a soft yellow glow appeared from a candle, just lighting up the face of his father but not enough to conquer the dark shadows that loomed over his features. "With Pippin? With your 'best friend'?" He mocked the term with a bitter laugh.
Merry backed away "Of course not." He lied, his throat becoming dry and his heart pounding.
"You lie." His father snapped, swiping his hand across Merry's face with a piecing crack.
"No! It's the truth!" Merry assured him, dabbing the bleeding wound on his cheek with the sleeve of his mossy-green coat.
"Don't you ever lie to me!" His father barked, swinging for him again, his fist striking Merry in his neck, knocking him right to the floor.
"Stop it!" Merry hissed, glaring up at his father, his eyes clouded by tears but the look of anger burned through the salty waters.
"Don't you tell me what to do!" His father spat "Now admit it!" He crouched down, his alcohol breath intoxicating Merry's air. "You were with him."
"I wasn't." Merry said stubbornly.
"Yes, you was! You lie, you little shit! I saw you!" His father cursed, standing up before kicking Merry sharply in his shoulder, causing the boy to groan in pain and anger. "Next time I won't wait till you get home, I'll punch you in your smug little face right there and then! And don't under-estimate me, you little bastard. I'll get him too ... I'll make the little rat wish he was never born!"
Merry's face twisted; the fact that his father constantly hit him, constantly beat him, constantly insulted him angered him ... But when he threatened to hurt his Pippin, It enraged him. Made his stomach twist and his eyes portray full hatred for that evil man. "Don't you dare touch him." He managed to say, the blood dripping into his mouth, the metallic taste burning on his lips.
"I don't give a shit what you say!" His father scoffed. "You stay away from him, and so will I!" He ordered before storming out of the room, taking the candle with him and leaving his bloody, bruised son in the darkness alone.