Continuation of a drabble...
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This one's kinda weird for me. I don't do sexual abuse well. (But then again, who does?)
But i'll try just about anything once (in fiction that is.)
So...Reidemption, this one's for you.
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Chevelle: The Red
Pairing: Spencer
Rating: M (Violence/Sexual assault)
Gen: AU? High school...
He coughs, spit and blood mixing down his chin. He grunts, already trying to push himself up, dirt and gravel biting his skin.
"You just don't quit, do you Pixie?"
He tucks into himself a little too late as steel toe boot connects to groin.
He gasps, trying to find the air...trying to remember how to breathe again. But his lungs aren't cooperating. Tears streak the sepia stains.
"I'll teach you...always-" There is the clink of a belt buckle, the obscene hiss of a zipper bottoming out.
"Spouting off at the mouth." The rustle of pants shucked down.
Public high school for a genius...no one ever remembers the pioneers. This is taking it for the team.
He bellows as he's pulled up by his hair, grunting as his mouth is forced open...
There are going to be bruises, blooming black and sickly green...
and the scars beyond the surface. The scars that will never heal.
/.../
"Who hasn't heard the story of the misunderstood smart kid who gets assaulted just because...he's different. Another sob story in the bucket." Reid rips the label off his water bottle. Morgan leans forward, stilling Reid's hand.
"Kid, you've never told-"
Reid snaps back.
"Did you?" He hisses. Morgan's face draws in a grimace. "I didn't stop him. He did it. It's over." Reid's hand twitches under Morgan's caress.
"I could have told, but that just would have brought attention to my family. I had to protect my mom. She's the only thing I have." Reid looks down at the scraps of paper piled between them.
Morgan sighs.
"You keep somethin' that bottled up, it screws with you...I know." His body feels heavy as he remembers Carl's hands. What he did. What he was made to do.
"And you don't think anyone wants to hear- I mean somebody had to see the changes in you-ya know? But you sweep all the shit under the rug. Pretend it never happened and you'll do everything possible to protect yourself from the pain." Morgan's shoulders sag as he looks up to give Reid a small smile.
"You didn't deserve that kid. You had it hard enough. I'm sorry."
Reid's breath hitches as he tries not to cry.
"No need to apologize. It's not like you're the one who used me for a sex doll." Reid makes to get up from Morgan's kitchen table. Morgan grabs his wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice ghosts.
"I should get home. I'll see you in the-"
"Nu-huh, you're staying here. I wouldn't mind the company." Morgan lets go.
"How is it that whenever there's some major revelation on my part, there's a sleepover to follow?" Reid chuckles softly.
Morgan rolls his eyes.
"What can I say- I like to cuddle." Morgan jokes.
"You seriously don't mind?" Reid asks as he goes to grab his go bag from out of Morgan's dirt room.
"It's nice to wake up next to somebody, even if it is a bean pole with awesome hair." Morgan tries to shake Reid's stare as he straightens.
"What?" Morgan moves to the sink, avoiding the gaze.
"Thank you." Reid whispers. He wants to hug Morgan, but he's pretty sure at this moment, he'd cross some invisible line. And he always seems to do that.
"No problem kid, whatever helps right?" Morgan shrugs as he turns back to clean off the table.
Usually it's Morgan's job to be the tactile one. Tackling, teasing, touching...
Reid wraps his arms around Morgan's muscled frame, and Morgan leans into the touch. He presses his chin into the crook of Reid's neck, closing his eyes.
Reid feels Morgan's arms encircle him and his hands trek the expanse of his back.
It's okay to touch.
There's nothing wrong with them.
They will be okay...someday.