Disclaimer:: Careful now, this story is gonna be pretty brutal. Mentions of...feck. Abuse, Alcohol, Molestation, stuff of that nature. Please, do enjoy, but if you have little virgin eyes, or don't think you can handle this type of story, move on. I've made people cry before with my writings. But, if you can handle this (which i dont even think is really all that terrible) enjoy!
Chapter 1
He was giggling like mad, simply leaning against the door frame. "Baby…" he called out softly. "Baby Boy, don't be afraid." He leaned forward and took a clumsy step, almost falling over if it weren't for the door frame. Gathering his drunken wits, he came for the tense boy, wrapping his hands around the thin throat. Tyler let out a gargled scream, but a hand quickly covered his mouth. He drew a wicked grin across his face mumbling, "Why make sound little one? Why make people worry?" A giggle escaped his mouth. "Come on, Baby Boy, you know you want it. I've seen the way you look at everyone. But, you're going to be mine tonight. And you're not going to make a sound."
Tyler was pressed against his satin comforter, the hard cock pressing painfully into his leg. Tyler shook his head and grabbed his powers, flinging them at the bastard on top of him. The person gasped in sharply before smacking Tyler with a fist of their own power. "No!" Tyler yelled, struggling to zap the bigger man with any bit of strength he could muster.
"Silence!" The voice commanded, slamming Tyler's cheek with another blast of power. "You will remain as such until I say further!"
Tyler gave a small whimper as a blast of pain rolled through his mind, causing sleep to make its way over his eyes. "My apologies...sir," he mumbled, his eyes closing more and more.
Silence. Tyler soaked in the lack of noise, attempting to pass out before any of the real damage began. He felt at peace, his body out of his grasp, attached to nothing that mattered. He felt the familiar weight begin pressing against his chest and then spread out, a warm blanket trying to accept his company. Before he could truly embrace the darkness though, he heard the giggle once more, beginning at the shoulders, working into a full noise. "You're...you're too cute." The giggle turned into laughter, his father pressing his forehead firmly against Tyler's chest. "Baby Boy... Please don't piss me off tonight. I'd really hate to bruise such a beautiful face."
Tyler couldn't move as he felt the man tense up. Tyler remained motionless, which he knew was agitating the much older adult. "K..." he muttered, head rolling to the side, eyes shutting.
There was another moment of silence, but Tyler knew how the night would close. He would remain lying here, unmoving, not speaking, then his father would become frustrated as all sweet words came to an end, and the true horror would come out. Tyler counted the seconds, finally hearing, "Ty-Ty? Did you hear me?" Tyler remained still, attempting to pass out. "Ty-Ty? I, I don't want to hurt you, but if you are going to disrespect my orders... I will have no reason to hold back. Tyler? Say something!"
Kill me now... He father growled and angrily sat up, punching Tyler in the stomach, working his way all over. Tyler felt the first three severe hits before his body accepted the pain and allowed his mind to disappear. He didn't care what his father did to him, just as long as he didn't wake up in the middle of it.
When Tyler woke next, he was sore and took his time coming fully awake. He felt disoriented and at first had a hard time telling that he was still in his own bed. He distinctly felt that Reid had come and saved him in the middle of a beating, but he didn't remember his usual wake up on the way to Reid's house. Reid would have him lying across the back of the seats of the Wrangler or Hummer, a blanket or jacket over him. Soft rock would be playing in the background, street lights constantly flashing overhead. "How are you feeling?"
Without fail every time, Reid would ask that right as Tyler would wake up. And, without fail every time, Tyler would groan and pass back out until the next morning. This time, as Tyler began to sit up, he opened his eyes and his vision spun, causing him to collapse back onto his bed. Lying on his side he was trying to control his breathing and his mind, feeling like he was on a rampaging roller coaster. I have to move. I have to get up before he comes back.
Tyler attempted once more to sit up, and dealt with his swaying vision and sore body. He slowly walked over to his closet and made it to his bathroom, sitting down on the side of his tub and trying to figure out how he was going to get out of this one.
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"Baby Boy! How's it goin?"
Tyler held his phone to his ear as he laid back down on his bed carefully, trying to enjoy how much looser his muscles were after his shower. "Hey Reid. What're you up to?"
"Halo with Mack. Probably Nikki's later for pool. Wanna join?"
"Yeah, I do actually." Tyler finished up the conversation, preparing himself to drive. He still got the spins occasionally, but they weren't near as bad as they were earlier. And if Reid sees that I'm doing worse than he thinks, he'll let me stay at his place for the night. When he was ready he left for his friend Mack's house, ignoring his father's ranting at him as he left for his hummer.
Tyler was impressed with himself for the majority of the afternoon and night. He did fine at Mack's house, was able to control one round of the spins while he was driving to Nikki's, and held up his part of the pool talent next to his two friends. Team after team was crushed, the three trading out and enjoying the winning streak. Tyler could feel the slight doses of power that Reid used on certain shots, but it wasn't anything worth lecturing about. "How about a beer, eh guys?" Mack said, putting his arms over Reid's and Tyler's shoulders.
Reid looked at him, a sly grin on his face. "We'll meet you over by the juke box. Nikki shouldn't see us over there."
Tyler walked over to a table and sat down, his stomach and sides beginning to burn. "You're not holding up too well, are you?" Tyler heard Reid ask, and only had to shake his head in response. "We'll drink this beer and head out. You'll be good to drive, right?"
Tyler nodded and watched their friend bring them their beers, soon toasting to excellent games of pool and a decent Saturday night. Tyler choked down his beer as quickly as possible, wanting a calm sleep. When they left, Tyler continued to hold the image that he was fine when he dropped Mack off, seeing the broken down monster sitting in his driveway. The custom built Mitsubishi Eclipse had taken a turn for the worse after he had last raced it, cops getting involved and causing a lot of damage and bills.
On his way back to Reid's house, his vision began spinning again, Tyler trying to remain in a straight line. He wanted to close his eyes and let it pass, but he began to panic when the cars passing had their lights smearing into his vision, appearing like they were coming at him from all directions. "Tyler!" he vaguely heard, barely aware of Reid taking the wheel as he closed his eyes and held back the urge to throw up, the lights imprinted on his mind.
"Come on Baby Boy, pull yourself together."
Baby Boy... Tyler pulled his eyes open and willed himself to take control again. He placed his hand next to Reid's and focused again on the road, the lights staying on the proper half. "Sorry," Tyler muttered, feeling lightheaded.
"If it wasn't more dangerous for you to pull over right now, you know I'd make you. But hold on. You're going to bed as soon as we reach my house."
Tyler remained motionless, holding himself together by a thin line. When he pulled into Reid's driveway, he let out a sigh and rested his head on his steering wheel. He heard Reid get out and knew the older boy was going to help him. He was frustrated that he couldn't get out of his own vehicle, and the feeling didn't settle when Reid opened his door, placed his arm around Tyler's back, and helped him out of the car and up to his room.
"Come on Tyler, almost there." Reid nudged his door open, half dragging Tyler to the futon that he normally slept on. Tyler's vision was slipping, the futon being the only thing he could really see. "Okay Tyler, lay down," Reid said as he helped Tyler, Tyler unable to move much of his body anymore.
My body's so heavy. Fuck. "Thanks, man," Tyler mumbled, and heard Reid gasp.
"Tyler, what the fuck?" He felt Reid lift his shirt off and let out his own pained gasp, images of his father flashing through his head. Reid grabbed Tyler's shoulder tightly, Tyler opening his eyes and staring into the hurting blue ones. "Why the fuck didn't you call me?"
"I, I..."
"Fuck dude. This is bad. I'll see what I can do, but... Just, just go to sleep."
Tyler complied, Reid's cool hands fading from his thoughts, as well as the images of his father. When he was next aware of things, he wasn't sure what was going on. He felt trapped, something pressing tight against his body. He gasped, attempting to open his eyes, but it was too dark. He became dizzy, struggling to fight off whatever was around him. "Reid, Reid!" He gasped, his mind battling between his reality and dreams. He soon felt a release around his chest, and took in a deep breath, shuddering.
"You okay?"
Tyler looked up at the older figure, Reid's pale skin giving a soft glow from the moon's light. He had a shirt off, his blonde hair ruffled, the shadows unable to fully hide the worried expression that covered his face. Tyler broke eye contact and glanced at the blanket that had been wrapped around him. "I'm at your place, right?" He cringed at how weak and pathetic his voice sounded.
"Yeah," Reid replied in a softer voice. "You're safe here. You know that."
Tyler nodded, Reid unfolding the blanket and placing it over Tyler. It took Tyler only a few more seconds to drift off, but he was launched back into the dream he had been having.
"Baby Boy! You've returned! I knew you would."
Tyler looked around in panic, seeing his father walking up to him, arms wide with a grin on his face. Tyler tried to turn but it felt like he was pushing through sand as he attempted to run away. "Bastard!" Tyler called back, using as much strength as he could to push against the pressure around him.
"You're not running off again, boy. I'm not through with you yet, and you're still coherent. I am going to enjoy tonight!"
Tyler looked up and saw his father in front of him, the pressure disappearing. Tyler fell forward into his father's chest, who instantly held a tight grip around him. Tyler attempted to squirm away once more, but he was trapped again. "Why do you run from me? Why can't I simply hold you here, against me, and just feel your living body? Am I not allowed to enjoy what's mine? You are my flesh and blood, boy. One day, you too will repeat this process on your son, and it will carry on. We will be the strongest family in the Covenant. Just imagine, Tyler!"
Tyler slowly stopped resisting; the imagery of what his future could turn out like consumed his emotions and all thought. He imagined his father being treated the same, if not worse, from his father before him. The pain he must go through to do the same to Tyler, this being the only way he knew to raise his child. And there was nothing Tyler could do. His mother stood on the sidelines, not suggesting a word on how to raise Tyler. Her black hair always remained straight and layered, her olive skin shimmering wherever she stood in the light.
"I can't be anything like you. I'm not even going to make it until I have a child."
His father's fingers dug deeply into the crest of his shoulders, causing Tyler to cry out in short pain. "What do you mean, Ty-Ty? Of course you're going to have a son, and you know that you're going to raise him precisely how you were raised. You're not going to allow your wife to raise him, because that would be against tradition, now wouldn't it?"
Tyler gasped and attempted to cringe away from his father's fingers, but his hug was too tight. "Father!"
A deep chuckle escaped his father's throat. "That's what you're going to be begging all night long, boy."
Tyler fell to his knees, but his father soon lifted him back up, the pressure in Tyler's shoulder's beginning to warm as well. Without warning, his father shot a beam of heat down through Tyler's body, causing him to let out a brief yell, slightly muffled by his father's clothes. His father released him, took a step back, and then gave him a small smile as he pointed his fingers at Tyler. Tyler dodged out of the way, feeling only a spark of pain in his ankle as he was hit by one of the shots of heat, and slid on his side for a few feet. He looked up and saw his father shoot another ray at him, Tyler rolling over and barely missing it.
He quickly stood up and jumped to the side, escaping another shot, and continued jumping and running around the small room, nothing able to be used as a cover. "Oh, come on Baby Boy! You're not making this fun at all. I would really appreciate it if I could hear your voice a little bit more. I do enjoy the sound of your agony."
Tyler sacrificed his chance for breath as he dodged one more ray of the power, his muscles and lungs crying for air. His vision and body faltered as he landed, Tyler taking in a deep breath, and he felt the stab more than saw it coming for him. He lost his ability to breathe, his body in shock as the five heat waves passed through him, stinging and burning various pieces of skin, muscle, nerve, tendon, and bone. He laid on the ground gasping and struggling for breath, attempting to not hyperventilate as his body refused to listen to any commands. He heard the footsteps of his father come closer, the giggle once more renewing.
"Oh Baby Boy... Why won't you play with me anymore? I only was trying to have some fun... I think we could be best of friends if you allowed me. Come on, man, what do you say?"
Tyler looked into the eyes that were so similar to his own, the sad, demented face with the lopsided grin adding to the madness that coated his father like an armor. The tips of his fingers glowed with a faint red, his power wanting to be released onto Tyler. "Fuck off."
As expected, his father shot the power into Tyler, but he did it in a much calmer manner instead of his normal screaming and hollering. "I'm above what you expect, boy. I'd ask you to do your worst to me right now, but you seem pretty inapt for such a simple request." His father shot him once again with the power, Tyler releasing his agonized cries. "I suppose it's a good thing I can do this all night long."
Tyler shook as he was hit again, all five beams searing different parts of his body. His body was shaking uncontrollably, and his muscles didn't want to coordinate with his mind as well as they normally did. He managed to roll onto his side and begin pushing himself up, each time his father shooting a blast at him giving Tyler more motivation to stand up. "That 'a boy. I knew you were strong enough to stand up. But I don't approve. I never told you to stand, did I?"
The kick to Tyler's stomach was faster than he expected, causing him to collapse onto his side, leaving him open to receive an even stronger kick to his stomach, followed by another. He gasped and began coughing, his hands speckled with red drops. Another kick caused him to throw up, his father laughing at his miserable behavior.
Gasping between breaths after heaving his dry stomach, he managed to ask, "There's nothing I can do to please you, father?"
Tyler glanced up, seeing a dark smirk crossing his father's face. He crouched down, the grin spreading the more he spoke. "Are you asking for a way to please me, Tyler James Simms? Are those the words that came out of your mouth?"
Tyler nodded, his father pressing his palm against Tyler's forehead, the power sweeping across Tyler's body, singeing all of his nerves along his spine. He yelled, attempting to move away, but the power held him still. His father held the palm there far longer than seemed necessary, but he wasn't about to let Tyler off of the hook. "First you are talking to me with disrespect; acting like the big tough guy you think you are, like that Reid Garwin. Then you fold and ask for a way to please me. This is the true side of you, isn't it Tyler? You have no guts of your own; you enjoy hiding behind your body guards."
He released his hold, Tyler gasping and trying to control his shaking body. His muscles would constrict and then relax, only to constrict again, his entire body off beat and slowly becoming numb. Tyler looked up at his father, the power glowing deep red around his hands. He couldn't say anything though. A wind brushed over the back of Tyler and around his father, fading his figure as sand in the wind. "I hate you!" Tyler screamed, the winds carrying his words. "I will never be like you!"
The giggling remained as the area turned dark, Tyler slipping into the abyss of his sleep.
Well hello there! Hope you enjoyed this first chapter. So, because i am obsessed with Tool, a lot of these chapters are going to be based off of their song titles. This is the only chapter i believe that actually goes back to the song pretty well. Look up the lyrics, and if you want, even the song meaning. Idk. It's pretty amusing. But, this story is Tyler based, and if anyone has read my story Darkness, I share the abuse from Reid's past with this story as well, but that's about the only similarity i think. Anywho... I hope you all will stay tuned for the next chapter, and let me know what you think. Until next time!
