My first fanfic, enjoy! Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Four Brothers or Lullaby, by the Cure. T_T
His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes
"Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy
Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more
For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light
The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"
And the spiderman is always hungry...
Jack
"Yo, Jackie poo! Get your fairy ass out of bed. Your gonna be late for school!" Four years. Four more fucking years then I can leave this bullshit city, and move to New York or Hollywood. Somewhere the Spares can get signed. "Get out of the goddamn bed Jack!" Bobby's incessant banging on the door woke Jack from his daydreaming. "Jesus Christ, Bobby, I'm up!"
The morning droned on as any other; History, Algebra, then lunch. Jack spent the blessed twenty five minute break with his band mates; Chris (drums), Drew(bass), Ronnie (singer), and Jordan (guitar). Jack had just taken his regular seat between Chris and Jordan, when the principal, Mrs. Chase, escorted nun and a girl around his age.
She was pretty damn tall compared to all the other girls that were barely eligible to ride a roller coaster; she was roughly 5' 9". her mahogany hair was long and messy. Black coated her chewed nails and outlined her darting, hazel eyes. She had snake bites, an industrial bar in her ear, and a pound of silver on her fingers. She wore holey jeans, worn Chucks, and a Funeral For A Friend T shirt with a black thermal underneath. She looked like hell, but it worked for her - she looked like a survivor.
"I hope you don't mind my asking, Sister, but why not enroll Amata at Martin Luther King and not St. Elizabeth Ann Seton?" Inquired Mrs. Chase, only a foot or two from the boys.
"Amata did attend Seton, but she broke our rules and must faces the consequences. I'm sure you understand. I have high standards for my students and living in my orphanage we not get you special treatment." The "penguin", as Drew likes to call them, replied.
"I completely agree. Amata will be very happy here at MLK, I promise." Mrs. Chase is smiling encouragingly at the intimidating woman, yet ignoring the girl entirely.
"I should hope so." The sister turned to Amata with a warm grin on her worn face. " Good luck, my dear. And, please, be good." with that Mrs. Chase led the nun out the cafeteria doors.
Mat
Mat needed out of this hellhole soon. she could barely fill out all the forms in the office with the way her hands were trembling. Mat fingered her snake bites, pondering an escape route. All it would take is one little joint to make the DTs disappear. Though a bottle of Jack would be much appreciated, welcomed with open arms even, a line was out of the question. Mat had made Mother Superior a promise that she'd get sober and she would...sort of. First, Mat had cut out hardcore drugs, like Oxy, crank, H, Ecstasy, and K. Mat still smoke a little herb every day, but once she conquered Phase One, she'd wan of the bud. After Phase Two, Mat planned on detoxing from liquor, but she had her doubts. Mat had a shitload of bad habits, but drinking was by far the worst.
"BRRRING!" The bell rang, signaling Mat to put her plan into action. She shoved through flood of her peers, to the exit leading to the building next door, the gym. She had Writing 101 this period, but past the gym was the blissfully unoccupied football field. She slipped into the stadium, making her way up the steel bleachers while lighting the blunt. "Oh, God."Mat sighed in relief as a guy she vaguely recognized from lunch stepped onto the field's green grass,
"Uh, sorry. I, um, I'll leave." He stutters, obviously taken aback by hearing a girl moan as he made his entrance.
"No, there's a hundred yards of fake, green grass; that's more then enough room for the two of us. Come on, I won't bite." He took out a pack of Marlboro's and lit one. "So, do you have a name?" Mat's scrutinizing eyes looked him up and down. He was about 6 feet tall and had dirty blond bedhead. 'Gorgeous blue eyes. Nice taste, too.' She thought, glancing down at the Motley Crue T shirt, layered with a classic leather jacket.
"Jack Mercer." He glanced up at her, took a drag on his cigarette, then shifted his gaze to his scuffed up combat boots.
"Mat Elliot. So, Jack" She waited for him to meet her eyes, taking a long drag on her joint. "You wanna get out of here?"
Jack
"So, you're new, right?" Jack attempted to break the awkward silence, as they crossed the street to the corner grocery Mom as ways went to. "You've got to be crazy as hell to want to go to MLK."
"Well, it's not like I have a choice in the matter. Mother Superior expelled me from Seton for beating the shit out of Nicole Tessman. Seton is filled with rich skanks, like Nicole, and orphans, such as yours truly." The two reached the store and Jack nodded to the man at the counter, who watched them with suspicion. Mat lead the way to the back wall filled with energy drinks, soda, and booze, continuing her rant. "Most of the rich sluts talk shit, but Nicole is vicious. She finds your greatest insecurity and pick at it until you crack then just keeps going. She brought an 8 year old to tears, making fun of how her mom died from childbirth and her dad didn't want her. Anyway, Mother Superior said getting fucking trashed then breaking some rich bitch's fake nose was 'unacceptable'. And here I am, high, skipping school, and stealing liquor." As Mat made this last statement, she picked out a small, glass bottle and stuck it in the front of her jeans, then covered the top with her black T shirt.
Jack's eyes widened in surprise. He'd done his fair share of drinking and stealing, but he'd never seen someone do it so openly. Jack recovered himself and fell into the same routine he ran with Bobby and sometimes Angel. He grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels for himself, then picked out a bag of salt and vinegar chips and walked over to the counter. Jack paid the clerk, and walked out the door, loving the feel of the cool, glass against his skin.
"Where to next Jack?"
"We can go to my place. My mom won't be home from work 'til 6 and my brothers won't say anything about the booze. Bobby has done worse shit before, but I still wouldn't smoke in there." Jack didn't know why he bothered to hide things from Evelyn. She already knew he smoke and drank and anything she didn't know she found out anyway. Evelyn was the only woman that ever gave a damn. She believed he could do great things and always made a point to tell him. The thought of disappointing his mom tore him up inside. The more he muled this over, the more he wanted that bottle of Jack, which only made him feel like an even bigger fuck up.
"Yo, fairy, is that you?" The minute they stepped through the thresh hold of the house Bobby came to see Jack, but was shocked to see Mat with the 'fairy'. "Well, I'll be damned. Angel! Jerimiah! Get your asses over here!"
"Bobby this is Mat, Mat this is my brother." Jack wearily introduced the two, while trying to figure out a way past Bobby, and up the steps.
"Bobby, what the hell do you want?"
"And these are my other brothers, Angel and Jerry." Mat glanced between the four of them and gave Jack a perplexed look. He returns it with a look that says 'I'll explain later'.
Ignoring their exchange, Bobby continues his teasing. "So, Mat, what are you doing with this little queer? Or did he not tell you? Sorry, but my baby sister, here is strictly dickly. Sweetheart-"
"Fuck You!" Rage coursed through Jack's viens and everything was red. Jack grabbed Mat's hand and pushed Passed Bobby, dragging Mat with him up the stairs.
"Come on, Jack. It's just a joke, I was only kidding! Bring Mat back down her and I promise, no gay jokes." But Bobby's apologywas all in vain. Jack was too pissed to give a shit and had already taking refuge with Mat in his room and in a bottle of Jack.
"I tolerate all of Bobby's bullshit, but those goddamn faggot comments-. I'm a guy, an extremely straight guy! There's nothing fucking good about being fucked by a guy. It's perverse and disgusting and-" Jack cuts off, the blood draining from his face, as he realizes what he just let slip with Mat 2 feet away, stretched out on his bed. He takes a swig from his whiskey, trying to swallow the memories, the fear, the shame. No way in hell was he going to cry in front of a girl he just met. Taking a deep breath, Jack stammers out a half assed lie, obviously flustered by a flood of emotions: anger, embarrassment, sorrow, and terror. "It's not that I've ever fucked a guy, I-I just-"
"Jack, it's okay. If your gay you can tell me, and if something worse happened, you can tell me that, too. I'm pretty damn experienced in either field and I can keep a secret, so if you want to talk..." Her voice is calm and empathetic, Mat's eyes never leave Jack as he paces and runs a frantic hand through his hair. Something about her made him think she was sincere about being 'experienced in either field'. And it would be nice to have someone other then just Ma know. These damn secrets were eatting him up in side. sooner or later, if her didn't talk, his past would destroy him. Ma was sweet but she just didn't understand it and he couldn't stand the 'poor baby' looks anymore. What the Hell, the cat was pretty much out of the bag anyway.
"First off, I'm not fucking gay, I love girls and all there glorious parts. Second, Evelyn adopted me and my brothers, but before that I bounced around between foster homes. Most, were just in it for the government check and would bitch, smack you around, shit like that, but this one piece of shit I lived with was a really sick fuck. Chuck was in his mid-forties, I was only nine fucking years old, and that twisted motherfucker called me his goddamn toy!"
"Jackie, baby? Where've you run off to? I come back from a hard day at the office and this is the welcome I get? Where's my kiss hello? Come out, come out, where ever you are!" Jack wormed his way deep in the corner of the closet in the front hall, he had recently figured out that this was the farthest Jack could get from the bed without leaving the house, thus where he felt safest. Chuck's heavy footsteps grew louder and Jack heard the faintest creak in the wooden staircase above him. 23 agonizing footsteps later, and Jack saw Chuck's unmistakable shadow through the crack, where the beige carpet meets the only barrier between Jack and Chuck.
Chuck placed his hand on the brass doorknob, turning slowly, breaking down the barrier. Jack was greeted with a sadistic grin and a "There you are Jackie, baby. I've been looking for you." Jack's head is taken between two fists and savagely pulled the boy to him, Chuck's unwanted tongue taking up residence in Jack's mouth. "Now don't I get a reward for finding you?" Chuck takes Jack's trembling hand and guides it to the bulge in his pants. Despite his fear, Jack could only think of one thing, 'What did I do to be tortured like this?' "Ahh, now, come on. I deserve a better reward than this." 'I shouldn't have to live this way.' Chuck's meaty fists slowly unclasped the button on his navy trousers. 'I've been beaten and starved, but this is just hell.' The zipper falls along with the dark fabric, now hugging his ankles. 'I wish it all would just end already.' Two firm hands grasp Jack's shoulders, yanking him the the maple floors. 'I've spent 11 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days on my knees for my dear ole foster daddy...' Chuck shoves himself into Jack's mouth, allowing a moan to escape his lips. '...and I'm not sticking around til Tuesday to make it a year.' Chuck began thrusting into Jack's open jaw. 'I don't care if he kills me for this, death is preferable anyway, and I'm sick of playing the martyr.' With that, Jack gathered all his courage and wrath and bit down with all his strength.
"Ohhh, son of a bitch! You little shit, what the fuck do you think your doing!" Jack picks himself up of the floor only to be knocked down again, by a fist pounding into his eye and a boot to the gut. "You worthless little bitch! Can't you do anything right? I let you into my fucking house and you bite me?" Chuck snatches Jack up by the collar, slamming him into the wall. "I'm gonna make you fucking pay, then I'm gonna throw your sorry ass back into the goddamn system."
Jack stopped the flood of memories there; he knew it ended in him bloody and on the bed, while Chuck raped him again and again. "Your the only person I've ever told, other than Ma. My brothers just know I had a fucked up childhood."
"Damn, Jackie. That's really, fucking amazing. I never stood up and said no; I just took it night after night." Mat's eyes were turned up to his with a sad sort of admiration.
"Did you mean it when you said you could relate to me?"
"I shit you not, Jackie-o. But, I'm out of vodka, and I'm not nearly drunk enough to get into all the gory, little details." Jack stared at her for a moment. He had just told her the most private part of his life, yet, he knew nothing about her.
"Hey, Jackie poo." Bobby burst through the doors, oblivious to what had just happened, only seeing a girl strewn out on his brother's bed. "Jackie, say good bye to your girlfriend. Ma's almost home and she's still got you're ass on lockdown for stealing that Les Paul from Wilsons' Guitars."
Mat rose from the blue blankets and crossed the room to Jack. She pulled him into an embrace, stretching on her toes to reach his ear, Mat whispered low enough that the eldest Mercer wouldn't hear, "I'm really sorry you had to go through that, you don't deserve it, but what you did was fucking amazing. I know I already said that, but it's true. Just look it you, now; you have a home, three brothers, and a mom that genuinely cares about you. You're a survivor, Jack, and I just thought I'd let you know." Mat gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then walked around Bobby and out the door, as Jack stood there thinking,
This has been one hell of a day.
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