Shadow's Son

Chapter 2: Let It Die

"What do you mean raped?" He asked more of disbelief than anything else, and he knew how dumb it sounded, even as the word left his mouth.

"It means exactly what I said." Her words were still light, but she managed to look back at him. And the fact she didn't call him twerp, didn't go unnoticed.

"We should call the police, file a report, something, right?" Timmy was just about to go get the phone when she shook her head.

"It won't do any good, I didn't get a look at them." With a groan she rolled so she was now flat on her back across the couch, her feet just dangling over the end. "Whoever it was, grabbed me from behind and hit me over the head hard enough they almost knocked me out."

Timmy thought quick on any idea from the crime shows he managed to sneak when no one was looking. "What about DNA evidence? He may have left something behind, you know, in there."

Vicky ignored the fact of where he pointed, but reach under the hem of her skirt. When she extracted her hand, much to his blushing face, the only thing coating her finger was blood. "No semen, bastard must have wore a condom."

Timmy's eyes were glued to her fingers and the red that lightly coated them. His chest tightened and the throbbing in his head started, as it has before.

"Blood, give us blood. Feed us." The voice came from within his head, practically hissing the words.

"No!" Timmy clasped his hands over his ear, dropping to the ground and rocking in his seat as he tried to force the voice to go away.

Vicky looked over at him and could already tell what was wrong. "It's the voices again, isn't it? When was the last time you took your medication?"

"Lunchtime at school." Timmy answered guiltily, knowing he's supposed to take it every six hours with his meal.

Vicky finally found the strength to sit up, be it with a groan as her muscles protested. With an amazing amount of determination she put her feet under her once again, swaying mildly as she reached her peak. "Whoa, Vicky sit down. Where do you think you're going?"

"To get your meds." She marched off to the kitchen, returning with a cup of water and two white pills from his prescription bottle.

"No, don't take them, free us instead." The voice was getting angry, like it did every time it did when he realized he was past his scheduled dosage time. "Free us and you can be rid of her for good!"

Timmy took the pills and swallowed them as fast as he could, before the voices could tempt him into wrong doing.

It took ten minutes, for the medication to start working, the whole time, the monster in his head growing louder and angrier at him for doing as the world wanted him to do, rather that act free, as it put it.

As his head grew quiet, Timmy sighed in relief. Catching the attention of Vicky, who had once again sat on the couch and he now realized was holding him from behind to herself. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah." Timmy answer sheepishly. After all, she'd been through a greater ordeal tonight, and yet had to still take care of him once again.

"You know this happens every time you forget, why do you think your parents put me in charge of you ever day?" She finally released him from her grasp, which was despite her bruised and battered body, as strong as ever.

"I'm sorry Vicky." His head hung in shame upon realizing maybe he wasn't as ready to look after himself as he thought.

With a shake of her head, and another groan, Vicky stood again. "Well, I'm gonna go take a shower and wash this filth off me, then grab some of your mothers clothes so I can at least look presentable when they get back from wherever they are tonight."

"No, if anything we should get you to the hospital." Timmy argued once again, surprising himself. Why did he care so much about her, why tonight?

"Just so I can be poked, prodded, and asked a half million questions that I have no answers to," she paused only to scoff and shake her head. "Yeah, no thanks."

"But-"

"Will you just let it die twerp! I don't wanna talk about it tonight, so this is what is going to happen, I'm gonna go upstairs, shower, and forget this night ever happened. As for you, you will go to you room, I don't care what you do, just leave me alone."

"Yes ma'am." He replied, defeated in any hope of argument otherwise.

An half hour later, Timmy sat in his bedroom, listening to the sound of the water stop from the next room. He sat there, debating if he should ignore her and call the police or something. Lost in his thoughts, he lost track of time as the possible scenarios of her beating him to a pulp played through his head.

All too soon, the door opened and an all too familiar red mop of hair stuck itself inside. "Hey twerp, it's 10:30 and your parents are home, and believe you to be asleep. Just do me the favor and pretend for now, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."

Timmy nodded and rolled onto his side facing away from the door. His partners wouldn't be able to tell from this position. "Okay, night Vicky."

"Good night twerp." She spoke lightly again, almost like she cared about him. With that, the door closed and she was gone.