Author's Notes: I'm not sure if I mentioned it before, but this story will contain slash, rape and some amount of torture. Please don't read it if you have a problem with it.
Chapter 2
Some time after he had stepped through its glass doors, Kyle had to stop himself from exiting the building and speeding away. Several kinds of discomfort had him shifting from foot to foot, fidgeting and constantly checking his phone for missed calls and text messages.
Although work formally began at nine, ferocious competition to make partner had caused many of the younger lawyers to often sleep in their offices and awake at five or six o clock so they could start work early. Despite being one of the more hardworking and promising ones, Kyle had chosen to return home each night and spend them with his lover. However, he had often found himself leaving the firm at the blackest hours of the night, and returning sometimes in the darkest hours of the morning.
In such a large firm, a good night's sleep and stable relationships were a rare luxury, and Criminal Defense Attorneys like Kyle fared no better. While many of the partners had gone through as many as five or six divorces, each of the younger lawyers who were either married or in serious relationships seemed to be heading there quickly. The life of a cutthroat young lawyer demanded that one be cold, calculative, competitive and shrewd. Each was married to both work, and a secretary, who was usually a faceless nameless being that took calls, made appointments and organized files and stationery throughout the day.
The name of Kyle's secretary was "Rebecca", or at least that is what he called her in his head. Every day, she had somehow managed to move throughout his office silently and undetected, putting frighteningly tall stacks of papers neatly on his desk, and leaving little messages on his blackberry about meetings with clients and appointments. Throughout the three years that "Rebecca" had worked with Kyle in the firm, he could only recognize her by her voice and her handwriting.
That morning, as he stood impatiently in the line, he had received a total of twelve worried voice and text messages that were unmistakably from "Rebecca". The other very angry one was from one of the senior partners in the firm, for missing a meeting with one of their most important clients. That was the voice of the senior partner who had treated him like the son he never had. It was a voice filled with fury and disappointment, and even though it was not as pronounced, betrayal. By the next time his blackberry had begun to vibrate, Kyle had considered turning it off, as facing one angry partner, and possibly a few outraged members of the Vaughn clan, seemed particularly unappealing. However, the incessant vibrating of his phone was only one of the things that contributed to his discomfort.
To put things simply, he was exhausted, the line was long and the temperature inside was tremendously hot. He figured there must have been something wrong with the air conditioning units, since he had seen a few preoccupied men in sweaty blue jumpsuits moving hastily with their metal toolboxes in and out of the building.
The unbearable heat had made most people restless and miserable. Inhaling the occasional putrid fart and the fleeting stench of body odor, made many of those waiting in the line near him groan, cringe and cover their nose.
His ears picked up the usual dark and passionate redneck ranting drifting from the back, while a few acquiescing murmurs drowned out the soft cries of a baby some distance away.
The speaker was one of those firm charismatic types, and a part of him felt guilty for listening to the hate filled drivel that spewed from his lips. However, after he had begun to sweat, his attention became focused on him ruining one of his most expensive suits.
Kyle fanned himself furiously, ignoring the feel of the vibrating phone at his side. What's taking so long? he thought craning his neck to see the front of the line, and absentmindedly wiping one sweaty palm on the side of his suit.
Although there must have been at least thirty people before him, he could still see that there was only one teller working at the moment. Her attention was being occupied by a small elderly lady, who was so old and slow, it appeared as if she could not have been younger than ninety eight years old. He watched as one of her pale, dotted gnarly hands reached into her bag slowly, as she flashed the female teller a toothless grin.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered.
Just then, a small tap on his shoulder forced him to turn around. He was immediately aware of a pale thin young woman, with bloodshot eyes and scraggly blond hair. She wore a loose black t-shirt with the words "cum bucket" written in bold white letters across it, and even though she had dark circles under her eyes and two small miserable children at her side, she still managed to give him a broad smile.
"Don't I know you from somewhere?" she asked in that South Park drawl, he always found despicable.
Kyle forced himself to be civil and resisted giving her an arrogant scowl. He couldn't wait to get out of this stupid hick town, and join the ball busters in New York.
"I don't think so," he said quickly attempting to turn around, but she grabbed his shoulder and turned him around once again to face her.
"Yep, I'm sure I've seen you before," she said smiling.
"Listen lady, maybe you've seen me on TV or something, but I don't think we know each other."
"Of course! You're that bigshot lawyer from TV," she said giggling. "But don't you recognise me?"
Kyle blinked as the recognition suddenly hit him. Those brown eyes, he thought. That blond hair…
"Bebe?" he whispered. He fought the urge to ask what happened to turn her in the disaster that now stood before him, and all that came out of his mouth was, "Are those kids yours?"
The woman gave a hoarse laugh, and it was then that Kyle realised that her smile did not reach her eyes.
"Yep," she said nervously. "They're both mine. This one here's Donny-Ray Jr. and the little girl's Carrie-May. The next one's due in less than a month."
Kyle blinked. The next one? thought Kyle. Apparently, Bebe was so thin and malnourished that her unborn child refused to show at all. Who is the father? he thought. Was this the reason why Bebe disappeared after senior year?
"I see, " he replied awkwardly, scratching his head. He glanced back at the top of the line to see if the elderly lady had moved, and realised a tall striking dark haired man now stood in her place. Kyle watched him for a moment, realizing there was something very familiar in the way his sinewy, pale body positioned itself. The man leaned forward on the counter slightly. His shoulder length raven hair fell over his face, hiding it slightly from Kyle's view.
"I was planning on getting something for Stan later, but I didn't have much cash in hand…"
Kyle's voice trailed off as he noticed the red dots on one of Bebe's inner arms. They were the same marks he had seen on Blake Vaughn's arms, when they were not covered with the sleeves of the expensive suits his family had put him in.
Before he knew he preferred men, this was the girl with whom he experimented in high school. The mathlete…the team leader…the future congresswoman…
In another lifetime they could have been soulmates, and lovers; for there was once a time when they had shared everything.
For a brief moment he had begun to wonder if the eldest child was his. In their trysts, they had failed to use a condom only one time, and the oldest child appeared to be the correct age…Kyle visibly paled. His eyes met those of the older male child, who gave him a dark threatening look.
As if sensing his worry, Bebe smiled gently at him.
"Donny-Ray Jr. was conceived some three weeks after I disappeared . You remember my parents died that year, right?"
Kyle nodded.
"Think I went a little crazy then and ran away. Met their daddy at a truck stop in North Park, and been shacked up ever since."
Bebe sighed and looked at the floor. The nervous smile was still plastered to her face.
"I used to be in love with you Kyle, but I figured out you were in love with Stan long before you did. Do you know how hard that was?"
A pang of guilt coursed its way through Kyle's body, and he ran his hand through his mess of red curls. At times he had found himself wondering if Bebe's disappearance might have been because she had developed feelings for him.
His dark green eyes met hers.
"If you ever need help with anything, come to me," he said.
"I can take care of myself. I don't need your-"
Bebe was interrupted by the sound of several screams. They were followed by three large explosions that caused the entire bank to erupt into a series of screams and chaos. At once, the people at the front were causing a stampede in their mad race to get to the glass exits.
Bebe grabbed her children by their arms. Her large brown eyes were pools of horror.
"What's going on?!" she screamed. "I can't see anything!"
Kyle dragged her with him against a wall. He was sure it would be much harder for the fanatical crowd to trample all four of them.
"I don't know," he said breathlessly. "I think someone just got shot."
The crowd was plunged into further chaos, as six more explosions ripped through the air. The tall pale dark haired man from earlier, along with three other men emerged calmly from the midst of the crowd. The dark haired man, who appeared to be their ringleader held the gun in the air.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! BOYS AND GIRLS! Please stop where you are," he said, twirling the gun around playfully. "This, is a stickup!"
Sorry for the late update. There might be a couple of mistakes in this chapter, since I wrote most of it when I was very tired.
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