Chapter I
Kieren grins cheekily to himself when he hears the key land lightly onto a copy of the Parrish Newsletter. He slides the paper back underneath his locked bedroom door, delighted to see the small silver key to his salvation. Kieren, in his excitement at his lock-picking success, doesn't hear the footfalls of heavy utility boots on the wooden staircase of the Walker residence. But just as he swings open the door, he looks up into the face of Gary. The punch that lands next sends Keiren flying across the room, slamming into the floor, before curling around the slight pain that he feels now that he's begun to warm up. Kieren is sure that if he had blood to spill, Gary's right hook would have done it.
However, that is as far as Kieren's thoughts get before Gary is grabbing him by the hair and upper arm and hauling him onto the bed. Gary's hands are wound tight in his hair, pressing his face hard into the mattress. He lets up only to bind Kieren's hands in rough rope, tight enough that he winces at the way the rope grinds against the staples in his wrists. For the first time Kieren begins to struggle, bucking up against the weight of the man pressing on his back and his struggles and pleas turn to whimpers when Gary's hand closes around the back of his neck, shoving his face back into the mattress. Kieren can feel Gary's hardness, hot against his arse, and he leans over, whispering hot in Kieren's ear. "That's it rotter, quiet down now."
Kieren is wrenched into a sitting position, visibly shaking, eyes terrified and confused, the white irises darting back and forth in time with Gary's pacing. Pacing that comes to a stop abruptly, and Kieren flinches when Gary steps towards him. "You don't have to do this Gary, J...J..Jem wouldn't want you to do this."
"SHUT UP! You fucking fairy rotter. Jem doesn't give a shit what happens to you, no one does, your not even alive you cock sucking fag!" The punches and slaps rain down until Kieren can't even sit up straight. Then Gary holds him up, a hand curled around his chin. The hold tightens and Gary bends down 'till he's eye level with the terrified boy.
"You couldn't just disappear, even when you tried," he laughed harshly, "You still came back, you and your fucked up...inclinations." He flips Kieren onto his stomach, bent over the bed. Kieren heard the click of a pocket knife unfolding, and was just about the yell out, scream for help,even if no one could hear, when the cold steel was pressed to the back of his neck.
"You're gonna be nice and quiet for me aren't you, cause if you aren't I'll tell everyone that you went rabid, right here and now, and that a knife to the brain was the only humane way to help you." There was a pause filled only by Gary's panting breaths and Kieren's soft cries. "Do you want that rotter?" The knife pressed in harder, "Well, do you?!"
"No...no please, I'll be quiet, please...d...don't do this."
But Kieren's pleas fell on deaf ears, and Gary cut the thin t-shirt covering Kieren's torso into long thin strips, deliberately and slowly, before ripping the rest off. Then, with the boys blond locks grasped in his hands, he cranes his neck back and shoves a wad of the fabric into the boy's mouth. Kieren chokes and splutters, trying desperately to spit out the material, but Gary wraps a strip around the boy's mouth, effectively tying the gag in place.
Suddenly, Gary's hands leave him, and Kieren is left straining to breath around the gag, trying to listen for the other. Then his trousers and pants are yanked to his ankles in one smooth motion. Instinctively, Kieren kicks out, fighting even with his ankles confined. Gary tears off the garments and tosses them into the corner. And when Kieren's struggles don't cease he places a hand on the small of Kieren's back and drags the cold steel down his spine, softly, with only the threat cutting him. Kieren shudders but stills his movements, though he's completely bare and vulnerable.
"Good boy," whispers Gary, "Your father should have beat the faggot out of you years ago," he undoes his belt buckle and slides the leather through the loops, "better late than never." A tear runs down Kier's cheek, I shouldn't be crying...I can't cry. And the first lash of belt is fire on his backside. It shouldn't hurt this much...I shouldn't feel. Blood seeps out of the welts. Kieren is bleeding for the first time in five years.