Title: Refuge
Author: Skinflint (skinflint_1899@yahoo.com)
Rating: R
Description: What really happened to Jack during those nights spent in the Refuge?
Warnings: Pretty disturbing stuff. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in this fic; Disney does. However, Disney may not want them after I'm through. *g*
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You think you're really something special, don't you, boy?
He always came after midnight. After Light's Out, when the other boys were asleep, the doorknob to Jack's solitary cell would turn. Shivers down his spine.
Don't you, Sullivan?
Yes, Jack often stayed the night in Solitary. Because the boy thought he was Something Special.
And he was here to prove him differently.
Thick, grubby hands stroking greasy hair, cradling his face. Fingers trace bruises inflicted by a leather crop. Creeping down further and further…
"Don't, please-"Â
A backhanded slap stings Jack's face. The boy remains silent after that; he's tried fighting him off before.
Not so tough now, are you, Sullivan?
He looks away. Wonders how much money Racetrack has gambled away that week, or if Crutchy is holding up all right.
When he's truly desperate, he'll allow himself to think of Santa Fe. Santa Fe, where justice is served by cowboys and sheriffs and no innocent kids get stuck in rutty little hell holes like this one.
Your father's a criminal and you're just like him, boy. But you'll learn. I'll straighten you out.
He always says this while he buttons his pants back up. Jack stays kneeling, eyes on the ground.
You're nothing special. You're nothing.
And as Snyder locks the door behind him, Jack has to agree. He feels like nothing.
Nothing special at all.