Breaking
The street lamp's broken
That's all he knows
Lipstick red under white bony fingers
Cold and unfamiliar
The thud, smack of wood hitting flesh
He can barely breathe
Blue eyes are squeezed shut
Sarcastic mouth twisted in pain
The grunt, clank of a body being pressed into his
Loose belt buckle tapping the headlights
With every sweaty thrust
His back is cold
Everything is cold
But nothing is numb
He is paralyzed in handicap and agony
Thick rolled words like screams in his face
Though he cannot see
Only remember a brown square jaw
Blonde fuzz before smack
slam, rip, grunt
He's being torn apart, he can feel it
He fights it he fights it
But nothing works
He hurts, oh god,
it hurts more than he has ever known
It stretches out like taffy
Where is everyone?
Why has no one driven by?
Smack smack of the stick
Now splinters are piercing his tender back
It will not end
Then the body digs in farther
And it's too intense
He knows he'll vomit if he unclenches his teeth
But the rocking and the smacking stop
And the body groans behind him
Gruff whispered words before he feels it retract,
Feels it dress, hears it leave.
His legs are cold
His mind is numb
He can't feel it there anymore
His fingers twitch
His legs shake
His back cracks in protest
He pushes up from the hood of his coveted car
Now hated
His chest and hands leave warm wet spots
Turning red pink
And he is aware of everything.
The distant laughing of cars
A light flickering on the building opposite him
The beads of perspiration soaking his face
How exposed he still is
How it might come back
The hurried rustling of his boxers being pulled up tenderly over his nakedness
The following of a heavier, useless pant leg
There is no one coming
He limps blindly to the door
A new paralysis, this his mind
As he fumbles the outside door
Frantic searching of his pockets
Did it take my keys?
Is it coming back?
No, sharp pricks of teeth against his trembling fingers
Than one, two,
He's in, almost
A mile run to his door
It takes longer
Turning around
Were those footsteps?
Everything catches his eye
Curtains
The hum of a furnace
Then he falls through
The door, barely bracing himself
His heart is on fire
But he stops breathing
It hurts, god it hurts
Touching the walls, his walls
An empty beer on the coffee table
He moves without thought
Touches his books
His piano, his light switch
Feels his face, the swelling patches that are growing
One thought pushes through like a bubble
Wilson
He makes the four steps to his phone
Wilson
Grabs it off the hook
Hits speed dial
His hands are shaking
Wilson, answer
Once, twice, three times it rings
The clock glares 2:14
It's dark outside
Wilson, answer.
Four, five
Wilson, please!
Click.
Once second.
Another
A groggy familiar baritone
"Hello?"
He can feel his heart again
Can feel it drilling in his chest
Please, I need you here.
Please, help
Please please come.
You're the only one
Please
"Wilson," crack,
More soft humming
"I need you to come over…"
A/N
THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT! This was inspired by Neena's absolutely beautiful story, Broken, which can be found here. I'm not spoiling it for anyone who reads the first freakin' chapter, but House gets raped (D: & :D). It's the first story I have read that gives everything such a realistic and believable tone, and though she may not know it, I grovel at this author's feet for more delicious H/W. That's my rant. Sorry if I screwed the story. You can find it here fan fiction . net /s/2779875/1/