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BANDON-MAKES-A-START

It was nearly midnight when Evelyn Mercer got back from her errands. She walked into her house with all the trepidation that a mother of three teenage boys could hold, looking for any signs of carnage. "Boys?" She called, "Boys, are you all still alive?"

"Not for long!" Bobby called to her from the kitchen, "Angel and Jeri went to Michael's house forty minutes ago to get my iPod. Little rats still aren't back."

Evelyn smiled at her oldest, "They'll be back." She set a bag on the counter, "I got Jack a hoodie and a winter coat. The coat might be a bit big on him, but that should be fine; he'll grow into it."

Bobby looked at the ceiling, biting his lip.

"Something happen while I was gone?" Evelyn asked, reading her son's mood.

Bobby sighed, "Yeah. . . No . . . I don't know." Bobby shrugged uncomfortably. "I went into Jack's room to ask if he wanted to do something and he. . ."

Evelyn nodded, "I haven't had time to read his file yet, but I have little doubt that he has been badly abused."

Bobby nodded, thinking of those wide, terrified eyes. "He was getting ready, mom. Getting ready for me to hurt him like that. He was so scared of what I could do to him that he wasn't even going to fight."

Evelyn looked sadly at her son, "I'm sure that he has fought, Bobby. Fought for years against those people that would harm him, but eventually, a child gets so tired of being punished for protecting themselves that they just stop." Shaking her head, Evelyn passed a couple of bags to Bobby, who started putting the groceries away, "I wish I could say that Jack will be alright, will be able to defend himself against attacks."

Bobby shook his head, knowing that the kid upstairs wouldn't last in a fight. "I would like to think that if it were me, I'd go down swinging, but I've seen kids like him; too short and too scrawny from years of not eating as often as they should have. He's probably been down that road too often to not know what happens when you fight off someone after you."

Evelyn hugged her son to her, wishing that she could take away all of the pain that he hid behind his tough demeanor. "Well, we'll make him strong. As strong as he can be. We'll save him before he has a chance to destroy himself."

Bobby nodded, kissing the top of his mom's head as he shook. "If you wanna save him, mom, then we'll save him, no matter what."

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Jack lay under his bed, spasms wracking his frail body. "God," he whimpered, "god, please make it stop. Just make it all go away." Jack looked down as the syringe in his hand, wishing that he hadn't taken its contents. Wishing that he could have known that it would be a bad high. "Fucking cheap shit," He snarled, "Fucking goddamn it." Jack rolled over, suddenly very interest in how well he fit underneath his new bed.

Meowing came from the window, and Jack crawled out from under the bed, staying low to the ground as he went to let his only friend into the room. "Hey, Trash," he cooed, "Yeah, baby, I'm right here."

The cat gave him a distinctly unamused look as she took in the shaking limb that held her.

Jack laughed, "I know, baby, I said I wouldn't, but I can't take it." Jack frowned as he thought about what had happened, "He just came in, baby. I was ready this time. I did it like most of them like. I just lay there, waiting for him to get it on. But he didn't. I don't know what to do, baby. He just left me alone. He didn't go a damned thing to me but I can't stop shaking. I can't."

Jack took in his trembling hand as though it belonged to someone else. "I had to make it all go away." Jack rubbed one hand down Trash's back, and the other through his hair. "Mark gave me bad shit. He said it would work. I knew I shouldn't have trusted a fucking bastard like him, but he was the only one selling." Jack rubbed the base of his spine, where he could still feel the bruises, "He didn't charge cheap, either."

Sighing, Jack held Trash to his chest as he pulled himself into the bed, lying flat on his back. "You know, baby?" Jack asked the cat in his arms, "Those cuts don't hurt so badly now."

The cat meowed softly, licking Jack's face before falling asleep on his chest.

Jack smiled down at his friend, wishing that he could take them both to someplace where they would be safe. Looking at the needle still clutched in his trembling hand, he sobbed, curling around Trash like she were his last life line.

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Evelyn and Bobby sat together in the kitchen long after Jeri and Angel had gone to bed. They sat there until deep in the morning, not talking, or doing anything else that anyone would see as productive, but merely sitting. They let the calm of a quiet house bring peace to their troubled minds.

"He's so far gone, Mom." Bobby said softly, his eyes haunted.

"I know," Evelyn agreed, face still pale in the overly bright kitchen light.

"He's worse than I was, when I came here." Bobby continued, as though he hadn't heard.

"He is, Bobby." Evelyn answered, moving to her child, "But he is strong. He can come back from that place, if we help him."

Bobby nodded, though he knew the truth; once you were so far gone, you never came back. Bobby glanced at the brand mark he had taken when he was young, a brand that labeled him as little more than a thug. He looked away, repulsed by what he had been. What he still was, underneath the pleasantries his mother had engrained in him.

Evelyn ran her hand lovingly through Bobby's short hair, "Everyone can be saved, Boo."

Bobby smiled at her pet name for him, "Oh, god." He grumbled, "Swear to me that you will never say that again. I have an image to maintain, woman."

Evelyn grinned at her son, "It's bad enough that you threatened Jeremiah with the pain of death if he ever told Angel. What are you going to do to keep me quiet? Hm? My big strong hockey player?"

Bobby grinned back mischievously, "I'll tell the boys about your show girl days."

Evelyn gaped at him in mock horror, "You wouldn't!"

Bobby laughed, hugging his mother, "Naw. Only if you deserve it."

Evelyn ruffled her son's hair before crossing to the kitchen to the fridge, "I think a little hot chocolate before I get to sleep. Just a few hours till I have to take Jeri and Angel to school."

Bobby sighed, "Yeah," he agreed, "You want me to rake them?"

"No," Evelyn replied, "I have to go have a talk with Jack's case worker tomorrow, then get the prescriptions that he needs from his back."

Bobby winced at the reminder that the boy they had sleeping upstairs was so fucked up.

Long after they had drunk their cocoa and Evelyn had gone to bed, Bobby sat in the darkened kitchen, thinking about terrified blue eyes in a tiny face.

BANDON-MAKES-A-BREAK

Bobby unzipped his pants, aggravated by his morning wood. "Fuckin' can't do a thing with it like this." Surveying the bathroom, he noticed that nobody's towels were hanging around. "What fucking time is it?" He asked himself, leaning over to look at the clock that they kept near the shower, actually starting when he read that it was nearly noon.

"They've all already left. Evelyn went to a friend's house to do some baking, and both Jeri and Angel are at school." Jack said, stepping into the bathroom.

Bobby jumped, looking at the kid in front of him, taking in the deep bags under his eyes and the slight tremor in his hands. "Aw, jeez, kid." Bobby said, shaking the excess urine from his member before starting to zip himself back up, intent upon getting Evelyn home to help deal with Jack.

"Don't!" Jack screamed, rushing forward to stop Bobby's hands.

Bobby took a step back at the desperation he had heard in the other boy's voice. Before he could question what Jack was doing, the other boy had kneelt down in front of Bobby, taking the older boy's semi erect penis into his mouth, giving feverous sucks before being pulled off.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Bobby yelled, punching the other boy in the mouth, breathing harshly.

Jack lay on the floor dazed, smiling slightly, "Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me like I deserve."

Bobby actually blanched at the words, taking in his mother's new charge. "I ain't gonna fuck you, kid."

Jack frowned, sitting up again, "Then hit me. Punish me, fucking make me a man. Do it, Bobby, do it."

When Bobby didn't say anything, Jack rolled into a kneeling position, grabbing Bobby's hips. "Then you want me to?"

Bobby moaned as Jack's tongue worked his cock, rolling it around in his mouth with expert ease. "Fucking goddamn it," Bobby groaned, trying to get his raging hormones under control.

Jack smiled through the cock in his mouth, breaking contact for a second, "You like it, don't you? You like my mouth on you."

Bobby stared down at the boy, unable to think of a response with all the blood that had been in his head flooding to his dick.

Jack unzipped his pants, pushing them down, "What you want is right here, Bobby. All you have to do is reach out and take it, fuck me. Fuck me like an animal, Bobby; fuck me like what I am."

Bobby couldn't tell you what he would have done had Jack not said those words, he couldn't tell you if he would have gone through with what Jack's mouth was trying to drag him into, but Jack did say those words.

In a flurry of movement, Bobby pushed Jack off, using a move from his football days to pin him between the tub and himself. "You want me to fuck you, kid?" Bobby snarled, "You want me to tear you to pieces right now?"

Jack breathed in sharply, rapidly, his eyes dazed, "Yeah," he croaked, "Fuck me hard, show me how much pain you can give me. Please, shove it in deep, make me bleed."

Bobby wanted to throw up at the pleading he heard in the boy's voice. "Why?" He asked simply.

Jack sobbed, curling himself around the tub's edge, "I need it. I'm a fucking Animal. I'm just a fucking animal."

Bobby's rage was fast and hard, "Fine, you want me to fuck you like a goddamn animal, you little bitch?" Bobby pulled down Jack's jeans, tearing away the boy's thin underclothes at the same time, "You want me to do this?" Bobby spread Jack's ass cheeks, guiding the tip of his penis to Jack's entrance, "This is what you what, is it? You want me to fuck you dry and leave you to pick yourself up, huh?"

Both Jack and Bobby were breathing harshly at this point, both with tears in their eyes.

Bobby didn't know what he was expecting, but the answer he got wasn't it.

"Yes," Jack whimpered, holding his ass in the air, "Fuck me like I'm nothing. Please, goddamn it, fuck me like I'm nothing."

Bobby stared down at the boy sadly, taking in the scars that laced the young body, the ribs that poked out of taut skin. "Why, kid?" He asked.

"I don't know what else to do." Jack whimpered, pressing himself back against Bobby's dick.

Bobby bit his lip so hard it bleed, but he moved himself away, falling to the floor before guiding the distraught kid into his lap. "I ain't gonna hurt you, kid." He whispered as he rubbed Jack's back. "I ain't gonna do that to you, or to anyone. I ain't, okay?"

Jack whimpered, trying to find Bobby's dick, "Please," he begged, unable or unwilling to understand Bobby's word, "Please just fuck me. Just do it like you want. I'll be good, I swear. I can do it this time, I won't fight it."

Bobby shook his head, "And if you were in your right mind, who the fuck knows what would have happened here? But you aren't in your right mind, kid. You're too fucked up to see what's going on." Bobby sighed as Jack flinched away, "But it's okay. That's why you're here. We were all like that, when we came to mom. Too broken to see anything but what had been done to us. Too used to being hurt to be confused when you weren't in pain." Bobby gave a shaking breath as he held Jack in his arms, scared at how light the other boy was.

"I'm not going to tell you that's everything's going to be okay, because it never will. I can't say that no one will ever hurt you again, that we won't hurt you." Bobby took a deep breath through the emotion welling through him, "But I can tell you that I will protect you, Jackie. You may be a little fucking fairy, but I'll protect you from everything that I can."

Jack sniffled, rubbing his puffy eyes against Bobby's shirt.

Bobby felt the kid in his lap stiffen, and knew what to do; he let him go.

Jack stood up, looking awkwardly at the floor, shuffling his feet. He walked to the door, crossing the threshold as Bobby was barely getting to his feet.

In a moment of weakness, Jack turned around, looking Bobby in the eyes as he spoke, "I'm so scared." He whispered, as though the words were poison. And then he was gone, fleeing that room before anything else could come pouring out.

Bobby sat heavily on the toilet, staring at his limp hand for several seconds before he could think straight. "Fucking little fairy's going to be the death of me."

BANDON-MAKES-AN-END!

Hey! I know that this hasn't been updated in a LONG LONG LONG LONG time, but here is the new chapter! I hope that you read the revamped first chapter!