I'm With You
Chapter 1
Arthur pushed open the metal door, glancing behind him through his blond bangs before entering the stuffy and crowded room. He didn't want anyone to see him walking into the gay bar. Especially since he had already been beaten up at the crappy shack house he had slept in when he couldn't pick up a horny asshole.
Once inside, he slipped off his coat and handed it to a rough looking man behind a fold out table along with cash to get into the joint. Arthur held out his wrist and the man stamped it. Without moving his face from its blank form, Arthur moved into the crowd and into the noise.
People shoved against him. He didn't resist, he just let himself fall into the other patrons who then shoved him back to the other side. By the time he got to the bar, he felt like the little ball in a pinball machine.
He ordered a scotch and held the cheap glass against his chest, watching men and women grind and lick each other. A distant thought of some health class screamed "STDs! Stay away!" Arthur ignored the voice and downed his scotch.
"Hey."
Arthur lifted his startling green eyes to his newest 'companion', Francis. The blond smirked and set his glass on the counter before pressing against Francis. "Hey." he whispered back, but something felt off tonight. Arthur felt off.
But a check was a check. He smiled anyway and leaned against Francis who quickly covered his mouth with his own. Suddenly, Arthur felt Francis push something hard into his mouth with his tongue. Arthur gasped and pulled away. However, with that gasp, he swallowed whatever Francis had put on his tongue.
"What was that?" he snapped.
Francis grinned wickedly. "Zolpidem."
Shit. Date rape drug. What the hell had gotten into Francis? After two weeks and he was drugging him? Maybe he was a killer. Or just sick and twisted and wanted to watch Arthur suffer. Arthur had been warned against Francis.
Arthur tried to take a step back, but his foot went too far and he fell. Francis was quick to catch him. Arthur wanted to vomit but his head fell back, exposing his neck. The other blond sucked greedily at his exposed skin, Arthur groaned in displeasure and tried to wriggle free. However, his meager cries were lost in the thumping of the music.
The lights swirled above him as Francis moved him to a more secluded corner of the room. Francis reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe. Arthur blinked slowly as Francis swam in and out of focus.
When Francis found the hem of Arthur's shirt, he tried to struggle again, but it was pointless. His body was limp. Francis laughed disgustingly into his ear as he moved Arthur's shirt up. Arthur closed his eyes as Francis plunged the needle into his sunken abdomen. Arthur felt his head hit the wall before everything went dark.
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"Hey, punk! Get up!"
Arthur winced at the bright light in his face and shook his head.
A hand connected with his face and that made Arthur snap his eyes open.
A cop was standing over him, a flashlight in his hand.
"What?" Arthur snapped.
"You're under arrest." The cop grinned and yanked Arthur to his feet.
"For what?" Arthur glared through his headache, even though he felt his stomach churn at the rough handling.
"Possession of heroin and marijuana." The cop replied and spun Arthur around, slapping the cuff across Arthur's pale and skinny wrists.
Suddenly, Arthur felt wide awake. "What?! No! I was framed you bloody baffling buffoon!" Arthur was pretty sure he could never repeat that five times sober.
The statement made the cop freeze. "Framed? By who?"
"Whom." Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Bloody Francis Bonnefoy! Test me for date rape drugs! He drugged me then planted his stash on me!" Arthur shook his arms. The cop sighed and scratched his head.
"We'll look into it, but you'll have to go to holding." he said.
Arthur growled in his throat. However, if he fought he was pretty sure the cop wouldn't help him snag Francis, so he went quietly and ignored the snickers of everyone around him.
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"...and robbing over twenty homes in the tri-state area." The judge sighed and took her glasses off to rub her temples.
Arthur grinned and shrugged. "I can't help that I'm starving and freezing."
"You robbed those homes in the summer." The judge sighed again.
Arthur shrugged again.
"Now, all of these together would equal about two years of jail time." She folded her hands on her desk. "However, once you get out, you'll be right back to your old ways. Am I correct?"
"More or less." Arthur leaned back in his chair and smirked.
"Arthur, you're twenty-two. When are you going to grow out of this?" The judge asked.
Arthur was silent. To be honest, he didn't even know he was twenty-two. Last time he checked and celebrated his birthday, he was twenty. He lowered his eyes from the judge.
"Okay. Let's try something new. Luckily for you, I have the perfect place." The judge leaned back in her chair.
"Think it will work?" Arthur asked, dropping his chair to the ground.
"I know it will." The judge had a smile that gave Arthur the chills. "You'll spend a year at a farm."
"What?!" Arthur stood. The cop beside him dropped his folded arms and rested his hand on his holster. Arthur glared at him. Like he was dumb enough to try anything in a fucking courthouse.
"A year at Jones's Farm. You'll do whatever the man says. If he says you have not behaved, you will be put in jail for an additional two years." The judge whacked her gavel and Arthur was dragged from the court room despite his protests.
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Arthur leaned against the window and glared at the disgustingly beautiful fields that zoomed past him. He was in the back of a police car with his duffle bag on the ground beside his feet.
To be honest, he thought that this Alfred Jones he would be spending the next year with was probably a pot-bellied drunk pervert. Arthur was not exactly sitting on the edge of his seat to meet him.
The cop turned and began a small incline over gravel. Arthur's glare hardened and he leaned over to grip the handles of his bag.
"Alright." The cop pulled in front of a cottage-gingerbread type of house. A red barn sat to the side along with a wheat field spread behind it. Trees surrounded the house and barn.
Arthur threw open the door and yanked his bag out, he waved at the cop. "Thanks for the ride!" he said happily before slamming the door shut.
The cop turned sharply on the gravel, sending the rocks into Arthur's shins. "Bastard." he muttered.
"Better not let Al hear ya say that, mister." A voice chirped.
Arthur threw his eyes around. "Hello?" he called.
"Up 'ere."
Looking into the nearest tree, Arthur found a girl of about eight or nine on one of the middle branches of a large oak. She grinned, revealing a missing canine tooth. "Ya must be that new feller Al was tellin' me 'bout." She swung her leg over the side of the tree before moving to hang by her hands. After a moment, she dropped to the ground. Upon standing, she jogged to Arthur. "Ma name is Amelia. But cha can call me Amy."
Arthur took in the little girl. She reached to about the middle of his chest. Her hair fell in crazy waves to her shoulders and Arthur couldn't tell if her face was splattered with freckles or dirt. And judging by her pink dress, she was not supposed to be climbing trees.
"I'm Arthur." The Brit mumbled, pulling his sleeve over his wrists. This little girl didn't need to see the handcuff and rope scars.
"Amelia Jones! What have I told ye 'bout talkin' ta strangers!" Arthur turned to find a strapping young man jogging from the barn. He wore a tank top and folded down overalls along with gloves and glasses.
Amy planted her hands on her hips. "He ain't no stranger! He's our guy that'll be livin' wit us!"
The man got to them and looked Arthur up and down. "You be Arthur?"
Arthur felt his eyebrow twitch at the American accent and vernacular these two sported. "I am."
The man grinned and thrust out his glove. Arthur glanced at his hand before gripping it. "I'm Alfred! I'm the head of this farm. I see you met Amy already. She's my little sister."
"Yes. She's very..." Arthur looked at the girl before finishing his sentence. "Charming."
"Great! Well, why don't cha come inside and we'll get you set up 'fore dinner. Amy, will ya show him around?" Alfred lead them to the front door of the house.
"Sure." Amy skipped beside Alfred. "Are we cookin'?"
"Nah. I thought we could show Arthur the town." Alfred looked over his shoulder. "That alright?"
"Er, sure." Arthur said, dragging behind the siblings.
As Amelia walked around the house with Arthur, he couldn't help but think of her brother. Alfred had hair that matched his wheat field and blue eyes that Arthur was sure one could swim in. Not to mention how good he looked in that tank top.
Arthur didn't really listen to what Amelia was saying as she led Arthur through the house. He noticed a few things, like the old-styled furniture and the marble counter-tops. In all honesty, the girl just talked way too much.
"We only have one floor. Don't be fooled, that small window on the front of the house is from the attic. But we just keep spiders and dust up there. That's the bathroom, laundry room, which is also the back door since Alfred's clothes stink and we have to air out the house, my room, don't go in there unless I say so, Al's room and yours. Right next to Alfred." Amelia said in what seemed like one breath.
Arthur blinked a few times before what the girl said registered in his mind. His room was right next door to the attractive farm boy he'll be living with for the next year? Shit.
Arthur smiled and opened the door to the room. "Alright, thank you."
Amy grinned, "Al should be done wit' his shower soon. If I was ya, I would change. It gets hotter the farther inta town we go." She waved and skipped to her own room.
"Okay..." Arthur mumbled and closed his door before looking around. A wooden four post bed with plain pale blue sheets with a nightstand and lamp next to it. A wooden dresser with a vanity. A desk. Wooden floors and a large rug in the middle.
Arthur dropped his bag on the bed and unzipped it. He took out his few books and set them on the nightstand. He then turned back to his bag to look for something presentable. He wasn't sure what they meant by 'going out', but based on Alfred's first impression appearance, Arthur didn't think he would need a shirt and tie.
He settled on a plain black t-shirt with a grey long sleeve shirt underneath. He wasn't quite ready for the questions about his scarred wrists. He slipped on his one pair of jeans that contained no holes and his nicest converse.
Satisfied with his outfit, he opened the door to find Alfred with his hand raised.
Arthur stumbled back a foot before breathing again.
Alfred grinned and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Ya ready?"
"Yeah." Arthur breathed, twisting his earring.
"Alright." Alfred grinned and walked down the hall. "Let's go."
Arthur followed quietly. This was going to be one hell of a year.
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Hello hello! This is my new chapter fic~ (not counting some two or three shots I have going.)
But guys, I have so much planned for this, it will come quickly! I hope. See you next chapter!