Chappie Two!
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~Fairylust~
The next morning Matt awoke to hear the sound of his phone ringing.
Normally he'd ignore it, but not that morning. He felt very groggy as he opened his eyes and blinked to adjust his eyes to the light. Matt was definitely groggy. He got up and stumbled about for a few minutes before he was fully awake and grabbed his phone. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Near's number. A smile played on his lips. It was rare for the boy to call him but whenever he did call they usually had a nice long conversation. Matt loved talking with the little albino. So why did he get a distrustful feeling when he saw that it was Near's phone number on the caller ID? He didn't know, but answered the phone anyway.
"Yeah?"
"Hello, Mail." A cold, vicious, but familiar voice snarled. "I'm glad you decided to answer, well, knowing you I knew you'd answer if you saw it was Nate's cell phone number on your caller ID."
"What the hell do you want Blondie?" the redhead snapped.
"Not much, not much."
"Yeah, right, what the hell are you doing calling me anyways, Blondie?" Matt growled irritably. "I thought you hated me and I am certain that I hate you as much as you do me."
"I just want you to listen." Michael said softly. "Listen really well, Mail, listen."
"Listen? Listen to wha-"
Before Matt could finish his sentence or at least get a decent swear word out of his mouth he heard pathetic sobs replace Michael's voice. Despite how broken they were he recognized who they belonged to and panic tightened his chest whilst bile rose in the back of his throat. "N-Near?"
"Ma…att… M-Matt…elp…me…ease…urt."
Even though his voice sounded weak and hoarse and his words were garbled Matt knew that Near was asking for help and saying that he was hurt. The redhead tried to speak, he tried to say something soothing so his precious Near would stop sobbing, but he couldn't say anything Near sounded really hurt, really badly. He also sounded unmistakably frightened. "Near what did he do to you?" the redhead managed to squeak.
There was no reply.
"Near?" he practically screamed. "Near? Near? Near, please answer me!"
Michael's voice came back. "Oh, sorry, he passed out, but he's still breathing, so don't worry too much, Mail." He said ruthlessly. "I'll take good care of Nate."
"I'm going to kill you!" Matt roared furiously. "I swear Blondie I'm gonna kill you when I come over there! You're gonna wish you were never born! If you hurt him anymore I-I'll bash your fuckin skull in!"
"Language, Mail." The cruel blonde hissed. There was a loud cry of agony in the background and Matt felt as though he'd puke. "I don't think you'll want anything to do with this slut anymore. He's not the beautiful little whore you loved."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I've stolen Nate's beauty." The blonde hissed. "And soon I will steal his life away."
"If you're hurting him when I get there I swear to God I'll rip your throat out." Matt growled through clenched teeth. "You'd better get out of there or else."
The dial tone buzzed in his ear. Matt cursed as he realized that Michael hung up on him. He hurried to get dressed and then raced outside and into the streets. He ignored everyone who looked at him strangely and everyone who yelled at him when he knocked them over. He just concentrated on getting to Near before it was too late.
He tripped and fell.
He scrambled to his feet, but a fist to his face knocked him back down. He looked up at his attacker and saw it was none other than, Titan Walker, his younger brother Curtis Walker, Carlos Smith, Greg Fiend and Hugh Priest who had his huge St. Bernard dog Cugo with him. They were all ganging up on him. Not only were they all town thugs, but they were also friends of Michael. Matt knew they were probably told to stop him, but he wasn't about to let some scum stop him from saving his little sweetheart, Near.
Matt tried to fight back, but before he knew what was what Cugo jumped him and bit into his arm. Matt cried out in agony. Luckily he remembered he had his pocketknife with him. He grabbed it and slashed the dog across the face causing the animal to yelp in pain and then growl with anger. Hugh Priest jumped in to save his dog and landed a fist into Matt's ribs. Winded Matt fell backwards and landed on the ground.
He was lifted up and pinned to a wall by burly Greg Fiend who was quick to pull Matt back and slam his body into the wall over and over until finally throwing him to the ground. Matt was dizzy and things were a bit blurry for a minute or so, but then became clear as a fist punched him across his face.
A snickering Greg, who was sure he punched Matt in his gut, and then let him fall back to the ground, hauled him to his feet. Matt hurt so much, but forced himself to stand. He was struck and then pinned to a wall only standing because Greg was holding him up an inch from the ground. He was slapped, but then nothing happened. He became afraid, for when they went quiet Matt knew something bad was going to happen to him.
It was intuition.
"Hmm, ya know I think we should play with our toy and use it to its full extent."
"Huh?"
"Yeah, let's play with him."
"What do ya say, Mail, wanna play?"
"Go to hell." Matt said weakly then spitting in Greg's face.
That earned him a quick punch to the gut. He blacked out. When he woke up he was half dressed and pinned down to a bed and blindfolded, which had to be the worst part, cause he couldn't see who was pinning him down. After several heartbeats he felt a pain in his backside and knew all to well (he was abused and raped by his dad before his dad died) what was happening.
He let out a cry of pain.
It went on for the better part of an hour, before everything stopped and Matt heard arguing in the next room. He wasn't tied up so he took advantage of the situation and ripped the blindfold from his face. He dressed himself back up and climbed out a window. He heard Cugo growling from across the room and he felt the dog bite his hand causing him to let go and fall downward. He landed hard on the sidewalk.
His body throbbed with pain.
At first he thought he was dead, falling from twelve feet off the ground does that to you, but he quickly realized that he was alive after a second or two. He groaned as he sat up and looked around, whilst rubbing the back of his head. Nobody was around, well, nobody he could see anyway. Not wasting any time Matt jumped to his feet and started running, but twenty minutes later the five men and dog had caught him again and he would've been lying if he said he wasn't afraid.
He was terrified!
They had raped him and were starting to beat him, so yeah, it was no surprise he was afraid. Once on the ground Matt was kicked by the men and bit by the dog. He heard someone laughing and felt his hair being pulled at. He whimpered and curled up into a ball trying to protect his face and private parts from the kicks.
Squeezing his eyes shut he thought of Near. Pain filled his being after that. He heard thunder overhead and closed his eyes tighter than they already were. The redhead pictured Near in his mind through the beating. He pictured the boy smiling coyly at him with half-lidded eyes and his skin glowing beautifully along with his eyes. He pictured his hands moving through Near's silky soft curls, which fell into his eyes, which stared at him so shyly. He loved the way the boy looked. So shy and innocent.
A gunshot ended the brutal beating.
Cugo ran towards the man who wielded the gun, but was shot between the eyes and was dead before he hit the ground. Hugh Priest cursed along with the others.
"What the hell are you all doing?" a voice snapped.
"Teaching this runty pussy a lesson!" Curtis Walker sneered kicking Matt in his stomach for emphasis. Blood drizzled from the corner of Matt's mouth as he forced his lids to lift.
He saw Lemont Brown standing a few feet away holding his pistol firmly.
Lemont was also a friend of Michael's, but he wasn't aware of how terrible Michael truly was. Lemont was a good man with good intentions. He was also a deputy for the town sheriff, which made some hope rise in Matt's abused chest.
Lemont held a dislike for Matt, but not hatred, just dislike.
And that dislike was simply because Matt had a habit of getting himself into trouble and usually it was Lemont's eldest son, Ferdy Brown (and one of Matt's best buddies) who helped get him out of whatever mess he got himself in. Usually Ferdy got hurt in the process, along with the redhead. But Lemont had the feeling that this was about something serious and that Matt was in the right.
"Get outta here or I'll shoot ya all for beating on a poor kid." Lemont said darkly. The men complied. Once they were alone Lemont helped Matt up. The redhead staggered a few feet before falling to his knees. He wasn't willing to give up, though.
"Son, I think you should see a doctor." Lemont said softly. "Ferdy isn't here to help you out, so I'm gonna give you some good advice and tell you that-"
"No!" Matt choked out forcing himself to stand. "I've gotta get to the old house."
"You mean the one that's several miles off from here?"
Matt ignored his question and kept moving forwards with painful efforts.
"That's where Michael and Nate lives." Lemont Brown said sternly. "According to Ferdy you've got some strong feelings for that albino boy. He also says that you hate Michael."
"I-I'll kill 'em." Matt growled aggressively as he broke into a run.
It hurt, but he knew he had to hurry. Lemont didn't hear what he said but knew in the pit of his stomach that something bad was going down. Something only Matt knew about and he decided he should follow the redhead just in case Matt would need backup. Matt felt pain course through him and the feeling of doom crept on him every second he breathed. His legs buckled and when he found he was incapable of standing anymore he started to crawl, but soon gave up as it started to rain.
I'm so sorry, Near…. Matt thought as he closed his eyes and sank into blackness. It was just a good thing Lemont was there and knew how to give good pep talks.
That was who got Matt more determined and helped him move.
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