AVAVA
( Author's Note )
VAVAV
I'm a liar, a big dirty liar. I know I said I was going to do GF fictions, but I couldn't. I had to get this out. I'm not even kidding, I had dreams about it... and considering the content, it's not a dream I wanted to continue having. So I hope with writing it, I can get it out of my head.
This is a shorter chapter, but still I needed to get it out.
AVAVA
( Timmy's PoV )
VAVAV
It was dark. There was this beeping. Then he remembered something. Voices had surrounded him. At the moment all he could remember were the voices. Angry voices. Frantic voices. Worried voices. Scared voices. Calm reassuring voices. But he was trying to link them all together. He remembered he had left his home, and had been staying with Tootie and Vicki's family. He remembered Vicki helping him, and finding it strange. Remembered Tootie and her family coming home early from their mini vacation. Remembered getting his things, that Vicki and her mother had forgotten, or over looked. Even remembered shopping with Vicki... but then something happened. What was it?
He tried to move his body, but couldn't. Actually at the moment, he didn't even know if he had a body... it didn't feel like it. Well at least he wasn't in pain anymore. Wait. That's right. He had been in pain. A lot of pain. What happened? He'd been in a lot of pain... When he heard the Angry voices, he was in pain, and the frantic and worried ones too. He also felt pain when the voices that surrounded him was scared. But then something else happened. A sudden calm spread through his entire body. It started in his arms, then spread through his entire body. Bits and pieces started coming back... then all of it came back to him. What had happened.
AVAVA
( Several Hours Ago )
VAVAV
He was standing in what used to be his bedroom... that was still his bedroom, even if he was using the one at Vicki and Tootie's. He had come back, because he had forgotten something. He held up the simple chain necklace. To another person, the chain might have looked meaningless. Oh, it was silver, and looked nice, but it was just a necklace. But it had been a necklace that he'd gotten from Tootie one Christmas, after they became friends. Even if he didn't see Tootie romantically. She was his best-friend, and he didn't want to leave something, from her, behind.
"And where the hell have you been?" An angry voice boomed behind him. A voice that once talked to him with some kind of care... okay... so it has been closer to indifference than actual care, but it hadn't held the same malice in it before, where it did now.
"I-I've been, y-you know. Over at To-Tooties." Timmy stammered, turning to look at his father, who was now less than four feet from him. Timmy could smell the liquor on his father's breath. Beer was one thing. Yes, his father still turned violent while drinking beer. But liquor? He turned cruel.
"You haven't been here. You haven't been doing a damned thing here. You didn't cook. I've had to go out and get something to eat these last few days." His dad took a step closer to Timmy, who took a step back. "No one's done the shopping. And you've been over there at that little whores house."
"Tootie's not a whore." Timmy said taking another step back, as his father slowly advanced. "Pu-plus I've been hanging ah-around Vic-Vicki." That's right... Vicki was outside waiting for him... Please don't let her come in, he thought to himself. Please don't let her...
"Timmy?" Vicki's voice came from the hallways. And Timmy wondered just once, if anyone listened to his prayers. Or if whatever deity was listening, they thought that it would be amusing to just see how badly they could mess everything up.
"Ahh the older whore..." His father started, but was interrupted by something insane... something strange. Something that in a million years he would never have imagined. He leaped at his father.
"Don't call her that. Don't touch her!" Timmy growled. Though the anger was cut short, as his father threw him off him. Timmy's back hit the wall and he hit the floor.
"What did I tell you about disrespecting me in my own house?" His father had hauled him up to his feet by his neck, and didn't stop there. Timmy felt his feet raise off the ground as his father held him against the wall by his neck.
"Let go of him!" He heard Vicki scream, as his lungs started to burn in need of air. The hand released his neck and Timmy fell to the floor again, gasping for breath.
"Vic-ki r-ru-run!" His throat burned, and his voice was hoarse from being choked. "ge-get he-lp."
He was happy when the redhead ran out the bedroom door. He was worried his father was going to go after her, when he started towards the door. Timmy had managed to get to his feet. Planning to try and tackle his father... but he couldn't even push himself off the wall. Timmy's father just closed the door and locked it... that's when Timmy became afraid.
"Well, now that the whore is gone. It's time to teach you some manners you ungrateful little brat." And that's when the pain began. Not like before. What he felt before everything went black... was more pain than he ever imagined could exist in the world.
AVAVA
( Present )
VAVAV
He sat up wishing he hadn't. His chest was on fire... or at least felt that way. His whole body was sore... even more so than the night he arrived at Vicki and Tootie's door. The first thing he noticed, was the obvious observation. That he was not in his room. The one at his house, or Vicki and Tootie's. The smell should have given it away. That sterile hospital smell. His eyes darted around the room. Nothing unusual. A closet thing, he forgot the name of. A TV on the wall. A counter with cabinets, and a little sink. And two doors, one leading to a hallway, another leading to a bathroom... he assumed. Then his eyes fell on the rooms only other occupant. A redhead, sleeping awkwardly, on an uncomfortable looking chair.
"Vi-cki..." his voice was still hoarse, and his throat still hurt. Vicki stirred a bit, but didn't wake up. Timmy turned his attention to the window... it looked dark, but the shades and curtains in hospital rooms, usually blocked all light. So he couldn't tell if it was night or day. "Vi-cki-eh!" He called louder, but ended up wincing and holding his throat with one hand, and his chest with the other.
"Ugh... Huh?" Vicki sat up looking around. Maybe she was confused where she was too. He winced in pain when he went to get up from the bed, "No... No, stay there. Couple of your ribs were fractured. " She moved the chair closer. "H-How are you... you know, feeling?"
"I hurt all over." His voice still sounded rough. She didn't doubt it. Even if it was just his ribs that were fractured, the boy was literally bruised almost all over his body... at least the parts she saw.
"I went to get my dad... wh-when we got back. The d-door was locked. Dad had to break it o-open." He could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "I-I wish we got back sooner."
"So..." He wanted answers... but he didn't know how to ask. What to ask.
"S-So. Once dad got him off you... and... what he did, doesn't matter. B-But we had to call the police. Because y-you... wouldn't wa-wake up. We were so scared. I was so scared. B-But, mom and dad are gonna go down to sign the papers for custody. Th-they'll let you stay with us. Y-Your dad... well it's been two days." Two days... he had been sleeping... for two days? "He hasn't gone to court yet... but he is in jail. We... we won't let him hurt you anymore."
AVAVA
( Vicki's PoV )
VAVAV
After the explanation, it didn't take long before Timmy had fallen asleep again. So she watched him for a while. Not that there was much else to do in a hospital... especially during the night time hours. Gift shop was closed, cafeteria was closed. Actually she wasn't even supposed to be there. But no one really tried to make her leave. Not after the look she gave the nurse that had started to say that visiting hours were over.
Her parents and Tootie might listen to their rules, but there was no way in Hell, that she was going to let the boy sleeping in the bed before her, wake up alone. Not after everything he had endured. He had been hurt, and humiliated. Betrayed by the people that should have been there for him no matter what. She even felt guilty for what happened to him. She didn't know what had happened to her.
When she had walked into the room where Timmy had been gathering his stuff, and saw his father holding Timmy off the ground, she had rushed in, and managed to get him to let go of the boy. When Timmy told her to run, she didn't want to. She wanted to help him. But something about the look in Mr. Turner's eyes... scared her. Frightened her enough to run to get her father. If she stayed and got Timmy out. He could have avoided all of this pain.
She put her head in her hands. Still trying to figure out what she was actually doing. Was she actually entertaining the thoughts that she had been thinking since their trip to the mall? It was insane! It was wrong... illegal even... wait was it illegal? What was the age of consent in... Not the point, she yelled at herself. What was wrong with her? Maybe her mother had been right... maybe...
AVAVA
( Hours Earlier )
VAVAV
She was sobbing... yes sobbing. Not pouting. Not sniffling. Not even just an occasional tear. No. She was sobbing. Which was something that was unnerving her family even more than Timmy's injuries. She couldn't help but think that if she had of stayed and helped, that Timmy would be alright. Alright, so they might would have both ended up with a few bruises. But they would have made it out of there... So what was she doing? Sitting there sobbing into her hands, like some baby. And she didn't really even understand why.
"He's going to be alright Vicki." She felt her mother's hand rub her back softly. Her mother was actually being a lot more supportive than usual... or maybe it was that she was actually letting her be more supportive. Vicki wasn't really used to giving affection... and she really wasn't good at receiving it. "I know this is... difficult for you. And I'm sure it's confusing."
"I-I-I d-don't even kn-know why I'm crying." Which wasn't completely true, she did know why. She just was confused why it bothered her so much. She lifted her head from her hands, her father and Tootie had gone to get dinner for them all, while they waited in the waiting room.
"You care about him." Vicki nodded at the statement, "I mean... you really care about him, more than you think you should."
"H-How..." How could her mother know? How could anyone know? She was so good at hiding her emotions. Hiding everything. So why was it... she couldn't hide this?
"I'm your mother. I see things." So her mother knew she... that she had... some kind of feelings for Timmy? Her mother knew, even when she hadn't had a real clue herself. Not completely. "But..." Here it comes, she thought. The damning words. About how wrong it was to have feelings like she was having... how she was sick. "But... I know it's scary. These... feelings are new to you. It's alright to love him. Honestly, he needs it."
