Yu-Gi-Oh GX does still not belong to me. It would have more Chazz if it did.
Chan: hey! I'm already up to chapter three!
Chazz: -bashing head on desk- why me?
Chan: you've been hanging out with Yami too much Chazz. Anyway, thanks for the reviews which I shall be answering as quick as I can. Please enjoy this update as much as you did the last!
Chapter 3 (Holly duel monsters! Tis already chapter 3!!!)
Ghost
Chazz's P.O.V.
I woke up in the early hours of the morning. I was lying on my bed with one of Slade's ties still forced into my mouth and tied behind my head to stop me from screaming. My body ached all over.
With an empty, dry sob I sat up and attempted to pull the make-shift gag out of my mouth. My arms ached from being pinned above my head for so long. No…no…don't think about that…I tired to tell myself. My movements were slow and painful but I eventually managed to get the tie to drop from my mouth so it hung around my neck. It could stay there. I couldn't be bothered to remove it completely. Pain was searing through every inch of my body. It had been worse last night, a lot worse. But no, I was thinking about last night again. I really should stop doing that.
The walk from my bed to mirror had never been longer than it was just then. I reached out for the edge of the mirror only to find that it wasn't there. I looked up. The mirror wasn't there. There was no broken glass on the ground, not even the hook on the wall where it had once hung. I noticed something else then too. The walls had changed colour. They had once been pale green and were now dark blue. I carefully rubbed one of my swollen eyes, and felt my heart sink. This wasn't my room. It was Jagger's. Or Slade's. It didn't matter which room this one was, they had both been there last night.
I knew I had been sick at some point during the night, I could still smell it on me, but I would have liked to be sick again then. Yet I had already thrown up everything in my stomach. I didn't know what to do. What are you supposed o do the morning after your two older brothers rape you? I looked down at my body. My trousers looked mostly intact, luckily, but my shirt was ripped across the chest. I had livid bruises and even bite marks. I looked a mess.
I stumbled downstairs and unto the kitchen, only to be met by Jagger who was standing by the fridge pouring himself a drink. He didn't seem to have noticed me at first so I attempted to back off only to have my shoulders grabbed from behind.
"Hey Jagger." Sneered Slade. "Look what I found trying to sneak away." I wasn't even a person. I was a 'what'. A thing without a name.
"Aww, trying to escape?" Laughed my other brother. "You were great last night, kid." I've always hated being referred to as a kid but right then it made me struggle not to vomit again. Placing one hand on my neck he leant forwards and kissed me on the lips. A shiver ran down my spine and I instinctively attempted to pull away, only to have a hand tighten on the tie which still hung stupidly round my neck. I chocked slightly while Jagger shook me by the tie.
"You silly little slut!" he snapped. I failed to see how I was a slut yet I just whimpered while I steadily turned a pale shade of blue. Just as I thought I was going to pass out from the pain Jagger leant to my ear.
"You're not getting away from me until I say so. Right?" I nodded gasping. "And you're not going to tell anyone either. Right?" he had emphasized the word anyone with a harsh tug on the tie. Still, I found myself nodding.
"Hmm…." Jagger ran one finger down my slightly blue cheek. "Pretty."
Suddenly, air was rushing back into my lungs as I was pushed back to the ground. My brothers towered over me, watching me struggle for oxygen.
Slade bent down and caught my chin in his thumb and finger in a way that reminded me so much of last night that I froze instantly, terrified.
"You're not going to be telling anyone about this are you?" He half whispered, half growled. His grip tightened slightly when I didn't answer. "Are you?" he repeated. It wasn't a question but still I shook my head.
"No….no I'm not…" my voice sounded so stupid that I actually blushed.
"Good boy." Slade smirked. "Do you know what would happen if you did tell?" I shook my head, dreading what he was about to say. "We'd track down that stupid, slifer, slut of yours. We'd force you to watch as we did what we did last night to him. And then we'd kill you right in front of his eyes, before killing him too. Understood?"
I felt sick to my stomach. I nodded, dumbly, not knowing what else to do. I cowered away as my brothers stood over me.
-----Wheeeeeee, the sound of time passing by------
Jaden's P.O.V.
It was nearly dark when the phone rang. I felt my heart sink with dread before I even picked up the phone.
"J-Jaden…." Whispered Chazz's voice.
"Chazz? What's happened? Are you ok?" I asked, panicking at how desperate he sounded.
"Come and get me Jaden…" a slight sob escaping him.
"What's happened?"
"N-nothing's happened." But even as he said it I heard his voice crack and knew that he was crying. It made me scared. Chazz never cries.
"Where are you?" I asked, urgently.
It took Chazz several attempts to finally get out where he was and at one point he had to leave the payphone he was using to find the sign which said which street he was on, but eventually I got it. I repeated it back to him.
"Th-that's right…" his teeth were chattering. "Please hurry Jaden." And then his money ran out and we hung up.
My dad had come out into the hall to see what I sounded so worried about. I managed to tell him some stupid version of the conversation me and Chazz had just had.
"It's alright Jaden, don't panic." I hadn't realised how panicked I was until he said that. I got my coat on and sat beside my dad as he drove.
"Is this the boy with the brothers?" he asked after a few minuets of silence.
"yeah." I nodded. "Chazz."
"hmm." Was his response. He was thinking the same thing I was abut Chazz's brothers. Chazz was two towns away but my dad didn't mind and it wasn't too far anyway. I certainly didn't mind. That is, until we found Chazz.
He was standing inside the phone booth he had phoned me from but the rain had seeped under the door and formed a puddle around his poor feet. Slade and Jagger were so cruel they hadn't even given him a chance to put on his shoes! The second he pulled up he practically fell into the back seat. He was soaking wet, his hair was tangled and his face was bruised. My dad let me climb into the back with the towel we'd brought with us and help Chazz strip off his thin jacket. He was only wearing a ripped shirt underneath.
When we got home, my mum had already thought to turn on the bath for Chazz. He smiled gratefully at her before going to the bathroom and locking himself in without saying much. I knew now wasn't the time to question him. He would tell me when he was ready. While he was in a bath, I set up the pullout sofa bed and searched through my clothes until I found something warm he could wear. He came out smelling like strawberry shower gel (mine), drying his hair with a blue towel (also mine).
"I used the green toothbrush." He mumbled. "Is that ok?"
"Yeah." I smiled at him. "It's mine." He's getting good at knowing what's mine.
"…." Is all he said in reply. I handed him the spare clothes.
"I think they'll fit you." I didn't know what else to say. I turned away as he changed. I then opened the door to the kitchen and a large chocolate coloured Labrador dog came in, wagging her tail.
"I didn't know you had a dog." Chazz said, sitting down on the edge of the sofa bed.
"Oh, her name's Tara." I stated, sitting down beside my boyfriend. "We've had her about ten years now."
Chazz nodded carefully and rubbed behind Tara's ears.
"She's nice." He mumbled.
When I eventually got to bed that night, I lay there and watched the crack of light under my door. I heard the gurgle of pipes in the bathroom finish and then the light went out. Then I waited. Not many minuets later and I heard the gentle padding of footsteps up the stairs and across the landing. My door swung open as Chazz came over to my bed. I moved up to make room for him in my bed.
"I missed you." He whispered into my ear from behind while playing with my hair.
"Ditto." I whisper back in a bad attempt to re-enact the first film we rented together (1). He kissed my neck and I snuggled closer.
"What did they do to you Chazz?" I wondered out loud.
"I don't want to talk about it." He stiffened against me.
"Alright." I turned over to face him and carefully stroked his side. I understand that he doesn't want to talk yet. I respect that. Even with your boyfriend there are certain lines you just don't cross and that was one of them. Being beaten up is nothing to be ashamed of but I wouldn't want to mention it for a while. Anyway, it's not like anything really earth shattering happened……is it?
End Chapter
Chan: ok, first off. (1)- For the younger readers who may not have heard of this film I am referring to Ghost. It's a bit of a weepy.
Chazz: -grumble- well at least I'm with Jaden n this chapter.
Chan: sorry if anyone was hoping I would carry on from what happened to Chazz last night but I'm sure you got the idea.
Chazz: unfortunately.
Chan: R& everyone.
