Hi~
First fic in a long, long time. Hope it's ok for you guys.
Anyways, I want to give a few warnings for triggers and such.
There is mentions of child abuse. Sexual, physical etc. This is an Abbey fic so it's not going to be exactly rainbows and sunshine, so please, if such things upset you, either don't read or, well, use extreme caution. I would rather not upset people :(
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
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Lying in bed, facing the ceiling, Bryan listened to Tala's breathing. Shallow and peaceful.
It helped him, a little, by making him think about the red head and not the demon in his mind. The demon that plagued his dreams and had awoken him with a horrible jolt. If he closed his eyelids he saw the hands, felt them, come up to smother his mouth, cover his eyes. The bastard didn't like Bryan to watch while he did things to the boy. Not that Bryan wanted to watch. He screwed up his eyes to stop himself from crying.
It never worked though.
A sudden sniff brought Bryan back from his hellish visions and had him turning his head towards his room mate. The other was shifting and moving in his sleep. Propping himself up on his arms, Bryan watched Tala. Was he having nightmares? Waking up? A small mumble from Tala and he ceased his movements, his back towards Bryan.
Letting out a sigh Bryan lay back down. Tala did often shift in his sleep. Active when awake, active when asleep. Tala hardly stopped. Giving orders, training, trying to impress Boris…. Did Boris ever…. to Tala?
Bile reacted violently to the thought and Bryan had a hard time swallowing it down. He turned on his side and stared hard at Tala's back.
He needed to get out of this place. He couldn't take another night here. The walls reminded him of beatings, of unwanted attention, of pain. Even his best friend reminded him of the pain. Seeing the other with bruises on his pale skin. Seeing him trying hard not to brake. Bryan could see the cracks. Tala was probably one day, one beating, away from breaking down.
But the other did try. Every boy in this place did. The minute you break down is the minute you are useless to Biovault.
Useless to Boris.
So, you either become a play thing for the scientists, new drugs need new test subjects, or you become a play thing for the guards.
Both were not an option. Both ended in worse pain than you could imagine. And a slow and agonisingly long death.
Bryan curled himself into a small ball and focused on his breathing. Focused on the main, unsaid, rules of the Abbey.
Emotions make you weak. They make you vulnerable.
The weak and vulnerable are useless. The useless are destroyed.
Never be emotional.
Never be weak.
Never cry.
Never show them how much it hurts.
Never scream.
Bryan listened to Tala's shallow and peaceful breathing and tried hard not to cry himself to sleep again.
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Thank you for reading.