TITLE: Giants and Supermen 2/?
AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@juno.com)
RATING: R (language, violence, and sexual situations)
FEEDBACK: My first Smallville fic. Be kind... and lie to me :-)
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong to Tollin/Roberts Productions and Millar Gough Ink. The Zahn's and the Warren's belong to me.
This part deals with family abuse. If you are sensitive to this kinds of situations, I suggest you not read this part.
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Derek Warren sighed and pulled his legs closer to his chest. He could still hear glass shattering in the house. If he hid out here long enough maybe his dad would forget about him... at least until the next time he drank, or the next time the football team lost, or the next time Derek did something wrong at school. At least dad hadn't found his fort yet. If he had, that would be the end of Derek. He was sure of that. He'll never forget the day that Marci told dad she was dorming at the college. Derek had been sore for almost a week after. He couldn't blame his sister, though. If he had the opportunities that she had, he'd jump at them too. Now Marci was safe and sound at a college two hundred miles away, away from dad and his booze and his fists, making something good of herself. Unfortunately, Derek thought to himself, I still have another four and a half years before I get that opportunity.
As the yelling continued in the house, Derek reluctantly decided that he'd have to spend the night in his fort. Well, he really couldn't call it a proper fort. He had managed to dig out underneath the garden shed and make himself another room. He had even put a few more support beams underneath to make it a bit more permanent now that he seemed to be spending more and more time there. He unrolled the small canvas mat and grabbed a pillow from the corner trunk. As he blew out the lantern, he noticed the faint green glow that engulfed the room. Must be from those funny rocks dad had found out in the field. They weren't the most comfortable thing to sleep on, but it was better than a beating for no reason.
~*~
Gil Warren emptied his eighth beer and threw it against the wall. "God damn kid. Getting into trouble with the teacher again. Oughta knock some sense into that fat head a yours. Damn mother always spoiled ya. It's a good thing she's gone and dead! She'd be sick at the sight of ya. Damn coward. If I lose my job cause you can't do like a damn teacher tells ya, you'll get the hidin' of your life. Not gonna lose my livelihood cause a some lame ass brat who can't sit still. Where are ya anyway? Damn coward. Get down here!" Gil threw his fist into the wall. "I said get down here now, damn ya!"
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Tears streamed down Derek's face. His options were limited and he didn't know which to choose. Go to his father and get the beating he didn't deserve, have his father come find him and the fort and get a beating he didn't deserve and lose the fort on top of it, or run away to someone who would only hand him back to his father so he could get a beating he didn't deserve. Derek slid out from underneath the blanket and popped open the trap door. Best to just get it outta the way. "Coming dad."
~*~
The front door opened and Derek stepped into the room. "You call me, dad?"
Gil smiled drunkenly. "You call me, dad?" he mocked. He slowly began removing his belt. "I called you fifteen minutes ago and another fifteen before that. You avoiding me?"
"No sir," Derek squeaked.
"No sir. Yes sir is what you meant isn't it? Yes sir, I am avoiding you. Cause I'm a little coward, sir. Cause I can't follow directions that even a goddamn monkey could understand!" The belt went flying through the air and connected with Derek's face.
Derek crashed to the ground at the impact and tried to cover his face as his father hovered above him.
"Move your hands, damn you!" The belt again flashed through the air, the buckle connecting with Derek's skull. "I said move... your... god... damn... hands!" Each word was punctuated by another blow. "Damn sissy coward! Can't take your old man, huh? When are you gonna grow up!" Gil slammed his booted foot into Derek's head. "When!?"
~*~
An hour later Derek was huddled in his fort staring at the eerie green glow that surrounded him like a shroud. Someday he would grow up and be able to take his old man. Someday he'd show him he was stronger than him. Someday...
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AUTHOR: Sam (Lestrade42@juno.com)
RATING: R (language, violence, and sexual situations)
FEEDBACK: My first Smallville fic. Be kind... and lie to me :-)
DISCLAIMER: All established characters belong to Tollin/Roberts Productions and Millar Gough Ink. The Zahn's and the Warren's belong to me.
This part deals with family abuse. If you are sensitive to this kinds of situations, I suggest you not read this part.
_____________________________________________________________________
Derek Warren sighed and pulled his legs closer to his chest. He could still hear glass shattering in the house. If he hid out here long enough maybe his dad would forget about him... at least until the next time he drank, or the next time the football team lost, or the next time Derek did something wrong at school. At least dad hadn't found his fort yet. If he had, that would be the end of Derek. He was sure of that. He'll never forget the day that Marci told dad she was dorming at the college. Derek had been sore for almost a week after. He couldn't blame his sister, though. If he had the opportunities that she had, he'd jump at them too. Now Marci was safe and sound at a college two hundred miles away, away from dad and his booze and his fists, making something good of herself. Unfortunately, Derek thought to himself, I still have another four and a half years before I get that opportunity.
As the yelling continued in the house, Derek reluctantly decided that he'd have to spend the night in his fort. Well, he really couldn't call it a proper fort. He had managed to dig out underneath the garden shed and make himself another room. He had even put a few more support beams underneath to make it a bit more permanent now that he seemed to be spending more and more time there. He unrolled the small canvas mat and grabbed a pillow from the corner trunk. As he blew out the lantern, he noticed the faint green glow that engulfed the room. Must be from those funny rocks dad had found out in the field. They weren't the most comfortable thing to sleep on, but it was better than a beating for no reason.
~*~
Gil Warren emptied his eighth beer and threw it against the wall. "God damn kid. Getting into trouble with the teacher again. Oughta knock some sense into that fat head a yours. Damn mother always spoiled ya. It's a good thing she's gone and dead! She'd be sick at the sight of ya. Damn coward. If I lose my job cause you can't do like a damn teacher tells ya, you'll get the hidin' of your life. Not gonna lose my livelihood cause a some lame ass brat who can't sit still. Where are ya anyway? Damn coward. Get down here!" Gil threw his fist into the wall. "I said get down here now, damn ya!"
~*~
Tears streamed down Derek's face. His options were limited and he didn't know which to choose. Go to his father and get the beating he didn't deserve, have his father come find him and the fort and get a beating he didn't deserve and lose the fort on top of it, or run away to someone who would only hand him back to his father so he could get a beating he didn't deserve. Derek slid out from underneath the blanket and popped open the trap door. Best to just get it outta the way. "Coming dad."
~*~
The front door opened and Derek stepped into the room. "You call me, dad?"
Gil smiled drunkenly. "You call me, dad?" he mocked. He slowly began removing his belt. "I called you fifteen minutes ago and another fifteen before that. You avoiding me?"
"No sir," Derek squeaked.
"No sir. Yes sir is what you meant isn't it? Yes sir, I am avoiding you. Cause I'm a little coward, sir. Cause I can't follow directions that even a goddamn monkey could understand!" The belt went flying through the air and connected with Derek's face.
Derek crashed to the ground at the impact and tried to cover his face as his father hovered above him.
"Move your hands, damn you!" The belt again flashed through the air, the buckle connecting with Derek's skull. "I said move... your... god... damn... hands!" Each word was punctuated by another blow. "Damn sissy coward! Can't take your old man, huh? When are you gonna grow up!" Gil slammed his booted foot into Derek's head. "When!?"
~*~
An hour later Derek was huddled in his fort staring at the eerie green glow that surrounded him like a shroud. Someday he would grow up and be able to take his old man. Someday he'd show him he was stronger than him. Someday...
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