Authors Note:
This story has angst in it of course gee Tommy is my favorite character and I love picking on him. Go figure! This is when Tommy is the White Ranger and Trini, Zack, and Jason are still there. Sorry about this people. I know it said Green Ranger in the first two parts but he's the White Ranger in this story. Sorry.Authors Note Second:
It's been a long time since I have written in this series and a lot has happened since.Special Thanx:
Special thanks goes out to my co-author Starfire. She has helped me so much on this fic and she is half the reason why it turned out to be such a great story. Thanks sis.One More Special Thanx:
One more special thanks goes out to my wonderful new co-author Rene. Thank you so much for your help on this series Rene. Love ya lots!History Repeats Itself
After several minutes of pouring my guts out to Jason, I let myself drift into a semi conscious sleep. I'm so tired, so tired.
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(8 years ago)
"Tommy Erickson, in here NOW!" Hearing his voice, I cringe inwardly. This is going to be bad, the only question is how bad. Entering the kitchen I feel my fear rising as I see the empty beer bottles on the counter. His breath also stinks of alcohol.
Glaring down at me he has my report card in his hand. Oh boy. "Care to explain THIS?" Shoving the grade card in my face, I know he's referring to the B- I got math. I tried, I really did try! I'm just not smart when it comes to math stuff. Besides I did get all A's in my other classes.
Try to keep the tears at bay I avoid eye contact. "I made all A's, just in math I had trouble and I d-" I'm smacked with the card before I can finish. I instantly shut up. I know he gets worse when he drinks, don't know why, but he does.
"You good for nothing little shit! Is this the best you can do?! Maybe I'm just expecting too much out of a worthless little idiot like you. Is that it, huh?!" Okay if I answer I'm gonna get hit, if I don't I'll probably get smacked, lesser of two evils I guess.
Wincing at his cruel words, I remain silent.
Throwing the card at me he picks up a bottle, please don't hit me, please don't hit me..."Get out of my sight before I beat the hell out you!"
I run for my life, not stopping till I get to my room and into the closet. Safest place to be when he's like this.
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(9 years ago)
In the closet always in the closet. He's going to find me. I don't know why I try to hide. Sure enough in less then a minute I can hear him storm into my room. Pulling the closet door open he grabs me before I can even scream.
Being dragged outside by the scruff of my neck, I try to reason with him as best I can at seven years old. "No! No! Don't hurt me! Please! Stop it!"
Tightening his grip, I can barely breath now. "Shut up you little brat!" He's going to kill me, this is going to be the time he goes to far and kills me, and I know it.
"If you do this then mom will hurt you!" That's pretty stupid. She can't even protect herself, how's she gonna hurt him. Might as well wish for one of those heroes in the stories to come save me. That'd be more believable.
Actually laughing at this he loosens up on my neck a tad. Great well maybe if he's happy he won't kill me and bury me in the backyard. No, he probably still would. "Like that whore could save you! Piece of crap!" Dragging me to the oak tree in the middle of the yard, he quickly ties my wrists to it with some rope that he'd apparently put out. As he gives my wrist a painful twist, I can't help but scream. "No pain no gain. Huh, Tommy boy!"
"LET ME GO!" God the neighbors are gone for the weekend, that's why he's taking advantage of being outside. Oh please, when is mom going to get home?
Grinning I hear him snapping the leather strap, teasing me with the snapping sound it's making in the air. "Don't talk to your father that way, Tommy boy."
"You are not my father!" Oh and there's where I mess up big time.
I think I can hear his blood start to boil, now. "I might not be, but I am the only thing you got! So live with it and learn to respect me you little shit!" The rest of the afternoon is spent being beaten into submission.
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(10 years ago)
Shivering in my closet again, should just live in here, practically do already. God I wish I was anywhere but here.
"Where is that boy?!" I can hear him tromping through the house, looking in all the rooms for me. He's going to find me, I know he will, but if it takes much longer he'll probably be even madder. Why can't he just leave me alone? Why does he have to hate me so much?
"Please Josh don't!" My mom's voice is high in panic. He's going to kill me one of these times I know it.
Entering my room, I see my mom pulling on his sleeve, from the crack in the door. "Don't tell me what to do!" He's going to eventually kill her too. Please just leave, please, I didn't do anything bad.
Still trying to get him to stop, she turns to pleas. "He wasn't doing anything! Why do you have to pick on him!? Don't I earn enough for us to be happy!?"
He's almost to the closet when he turns on her, fangs bared. "You don't earn nothing bitch, you are my slave just like that boy, you're for my pleasure!" I swear I hope I live long enough to get away from here; maybe someone nice will save me like in the stories. Where's the prince on the horse when I need him? Having enough of being stalled he backhands my mom across the face, sending her to the floor.
Not even thinking I run out of my hiding spot and start to pound him. How dare he hit my mom! "Don't you ever hit my mom!" This probably wasn't the smartest idea I'd ever had.
He very easily slams me into the nearest wall, before I can yell everything goes dark......
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(11 years ago)
Shivering against the cold, I blink and wait for my eyes to get used to the bright lights. I don't know how but I'm in a hospital...I think. "Mommy...." Ow, my throat hurts lots.
Opening her eyes she looks down at me. "I am so sorry baby. I am so sorry." For what? What happened?
"What happened? I.... I don't...I don't remember." It hurts to talk and I want to go home.
Starting to cry she strokes my hair. "You fell, baby."
I fell? Trying to move my arm, I find I can't because it hurts too much. Looking down I see lots of dark bruises and cuts on my hands and wrists. Didn't fall.
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I know I'm crying again. Stroking my back, Jason tries to soothe me. "Tommy tell me what's wrong? I'll try to help you, but I need to know what's wrong to do that." I don't know what's wrong! I'm wrong, everything is wrong! God why did he do that to me?!
"He hit me! He hit me so hard, Jase!"
Biting his lip, he seems to be thinking of something to tell me. "Tommy it was not your fault. You were the victim and only a little boy. You had no way of defending yourself."
Sniffling back further sobs; I try to keep calm and logical. Not easy when one is having a nervous break down. "I should of done something, or told someone." But then should I really have had too? Why didn't anyone see what he was doing to me?! Someone should have seen it. "Why didn't any one notice or see what he was doing to me?"
"I did Tommy." What was that? Sitting up from him, I try to understand what he just said. Did he just admit to knowing- "I just didn't want to except that you were being hurt. It was easier for me to believe that you brought it on yourself and block it from my mind. Oh god Tommy I'm so sorry. If I would have known back then what I know now about child abuse...if I hadn't been so scared or proud then maybe things would have turned out differently for you I'm so sorry, Tommy." Tears shining in his dark eyes I can see he's serious.
"Its okay, bro. I'm not mad at you, wasn't your fault, you were just a kid too, didn't know..." Sighing I lean back against him and the tree. This has been too long of a day.
Still looking concerned, he rubs my shoulder. "Are you going to be okay?" No.
"Yeah, listen, I think I just want to go home and try and rest." Standing I pull him to his feet. I really am not mad at him. He was just a kid, besides I'm almost sure some adult had to notice, one of my teacher's maybe and just let it slide. Now that's unforgivable.
"Okay, I walk with ya, then I guess I'll head to the youth center and see what we missed in school...Wow, it's five o'clock." Lord, well guess I missed that math test. Aw well, therapy comes first I suppose.
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Waving to Jase I head inside my dark house. "Mom, I'm home!" Man, I need to apologize to her. I know she probably didn't plan this to happen. And I know she'd never consider actually sending me back to him.
"Mom!?" When all I get is silence, I shrug it off and head to my room. Maybe she's in the shower, can't hear me. Dropping my jacket, I head to my computer and boot it up; maybe I got some email, which usually cheers me up. I don't know I like getting mail.
I feel something's wrong before I see it. Unfortunately the cloth is over my mouth and nose before I can react. Letting out a muffled scream, I act instinctively and grab the arm, flipping the person over me. Nice to know all those training sessions in the simulator are paying off. Feeling incredibly light headed I try to get my bearings, looking down I see my attacker isn't some evil monster of Zedd's but Josh. Yelping in panic I bolt from the room as he gets to his feet.
Apparently what ever had been on the rag has taken some affect on me, for my movement is too slow and he grabs my ankle just as I reach my door. Crashing to the floor I turn on my back and kick Josh until he's finally forced to let me go. Scrambling to my feet I flee from the room and down the stairs. Crashing into the kitchen I grab the phone only to find the line is completely dead. Fuck!
Throwing the phone across the room, I completely get caught of guard by the punch to my cheek. Crashing to the floor I look up holding my wounded cheek to see a very outraged Josh towering over me "So the little piece of shit has learned how to defend himself, huh?" Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna die.
Scrambling to get to my feet I see the chloride on the cloth is slowing me down, as it takes much longer then it should to get to my feet. Advancing on me once more, I can see he knows he has the upper hand now. Going for the last trick I have I drop to the ground again and crawl between his legs. Stupid, but I'd rather be lame then die all right! I'm actually almost through when Josh grabs my ankle.
Screw playing fair! Kicking him as hard as I can in the rear, he let's me go and tumbles to the ground nearly landing on me. Getting to my feet I scramble to the back door when a blow from behind sends me into the wall. Groaning I slump to the ground, stunned for a moment.
Grabbing my hair he pulls my face back far to close to his. "You're mine, Tommy Boy!" The cloth is over my mouth again and before I can react everything goes black.
To be continued..........