Hey everyone. Here is the next chapter, hope everyone is still enjoying it. Thanks for all the reviews, I really appreciate it. This next chapter has some sensitive issues, so if it bothers you, please do not read it. R&R
Dean awoke at 1:30 to his stomach growling. Shit, we must have fallen asleep. Dean looked down at Sam, and watched inhale and exhale peaceful breaths. Bruises along his arms and face were the only reminder of the struggles they faced. Both boys struggled with chronic nightmares, and to see the young boy sleeping peacefully, eased some of the tension that had built up in Dean's heart. Why did this happen to us?
Dean got off the mattress as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Sam. His stomach growled again; he was starving. Cracking the door to the bedroom, he peaked his head outside the door. The house was filled with an eerie silence, a silence the boys knew could easy turn into a punch to the ribs or a beating with a belt. Dean tip-toed to the kitchen to grab some food for Sam and himself. The bastard is probably passed out drunk! But he didn't see the shadow slip past him and up the stairs.
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Sam rolled over, expecting to see Dean lying there, but he wasn't. Lifting his head, Sam noticed he wasn't even in the room. Sam quickly got up, fearing his brother was hurt, and reached for the door. He peaked his head out and saw nothing. As he made his way past the bathroom right before the stairs, something grabbed him.
Sam was spin around and pushed into a wall. A hand clapped over his mouth and much to Sam's terror, he was standing face to face with Lloyd.
"Shh, Sammy, I'm gonna make you feel better." Lloyd whispered and began kissing Sam's neck. Sam whimpered and received a nasty blow to the stomach, leaving him breathless. Lloyd continued to kiss Sam, his free hand wandering all over Sam's petite form. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, over powered by the man, and prayed Dean would rescue him before things got out of control.
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Dean got the spaghetti out of the fridge; they would have to eat it cold because there was no way to heat it up without waking Lloyd. He grabbed two cans of soda and made his way back to the steps. At the bottom, he heard the sounds of a struggle and the unmistakable sound of kissing. Dean put down the food and lunged upstairs. At the top, he turned on the hall light to find Lloyd cornering Sam, hands all over the boy, and hickeys all along his neck.
"You Bastard!" Dean screamed lunging for Lloyd. The two wrestled in the hallway, as Sam slouched in the corner, terrified and ashamed.
"Sam, run to the bed room! Now!" Dean screamed between blows. Sam did as he was told, he always listened to Dean. Sam pressed his ear to the door and heard the two older men fighting. But then it stopped. And Sam didn't see his brother for another two, agonizing, hours.
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Dean struggled with Lloyd, but he had him pinned to the ground. Lloyd took his brass knuckles and knocked Dean out cold with them. Lloyd picked up the boy and brought him to the room he was staying in…
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At 3:30, Sam heard footsteps in the hall. Sam braced himself for the return of Lloyd, but when he heard the secret knock, Sam scrambled to his feet to open the door. Dean was standing there, arms draped protectively around his ribs and a bleeding cut on his forehead. Sam also realized he walked with a limp, something Dean did not do before his encounter with Lloyd. Sam laid Dean down on the mattress and Dean winced.
After getting Dean comfortable, Sam finally spoke. "Dean, are you ok?"
Dean looked at his brother and just nodded. He pulled Sam in his arms and hugged him as if his life depended on it. Dean wept openly on his brothers' shoulder until dawn, and both bruised and battered boys fell asleep.
ok everyone, let me know what you think...should i keep going or just stop now???
