DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alex Rider
Title: Protección inesperado
Rating: T! for language, violence and death.
Language: English.
WARNINGS: Child abuse, swearing, violence, death and drinking.
Summary: Nobody understood why Wolf was so harsh on Cub. But he had a reason...a pretty damn good reason. It all began with his childhood.
CHAPTER THREE
Coming into a house where his existence was disapproved of is a drastic change for James in comparison to his school. There he is the out-going, un-smiling, best friends with a idiot James San-Luca. Here he was the the silent, quiet and still best friends with a idiot James San-Luca. The only difference is here he didn't pretend that Ben Daniels got on his nerves. If anything Ben was like a beacon of hope, the only thing he actually looked forward to. Some of the times he spent with Ben was enough to blank out how he was beaten to a pulp and had to drag himself to his room, sometimes skipping school depending on the severity.
James San-Luca was a mystery to everyone. No-one could claim to know him fully. Not even Ben, though he was the person who knew the most about him. Everyone accepted his lies, Ben was the only one who could tell what it was. A lie. James supposed it was a reaction of being best friends since they was 3. Sure they didn't know every secret or part of each down to the fucking t but they knew the basics. They could answer a question for one another with one glance.
It annoyed everyone to no end. They asked Ben a question and James could answer, knowing what they was going on about, even if it was a secret. It became a well known fact the 2 wouldn't keep a major secret from one another (so they thought) so had to accept any secret they shared with Ben would be shared with James. Many girls had broken up with one of them for that soul reason.
Each other became first in place of a girl. That was something they both swore on when they first became interested in the female species. To break a promise to one another was unheard of, unless there was a pretty good reason for it. They was often asked why they was close. Neither answered.
'What are you doing here!' James's father, Brian San-Luca, roared. He surged forward and held James against the wall by the throat. 'Well?'
'School finished.' James whispered, fear obvious in his voice. James's father considered this with a blank expression before it twisted into a snarl.
'Liar. Just Zoe.' He spat and he pulled his arm back. James closed his eyes. It hit him directly on the eye. A flash of white from the pressure was present in the view he had of the back of his eyelid. James had long ago learnt to make a noise of any kind would mean that he had it worse. He stayed there, pinned by the throat as he felt his airways restricting as the blows fell time after again.
After what could of been 5 minutes or a hour it stopped. The doorbell rung and his father let go of James and he fell with a thump to the floor. He groaned quietly at the pain it sent up his newly bruised sides and back. James's father swayed drunkenly to the door and opened it. Whilst he did that James slowly rose to his feet and limped to the stairs.
'No I don't want fucking double bloody glazing.' James's father barked out as James, using the banister and railings to help him drag himself upstairs. He sighed in frustration as he managed to get into his room and shut the door firmly.
His room was simple and tatty. Their was a single bed that leant in towards the middle slightly where it was broken, a batter chest of drawers with chunks missing set in a corner and a simple wire stretching from one wall to another with clothes hanging over it. The walls was a grubby shade of white. His room was small, it only just fit in what it had in it at present and the door only just opened. A small window took over half of the wall where the bed was.
Often James sat on the window sill and looked out, window open. Even in the rain. He loved the smell of it, as weird as it sounded. It was fresh and free. It could end up anywhere and had the whole of the outdoors to escape to. In a way he envied the rain, he knew it was strange, but there was something about the way it fell down and from there it would journey to a river and start all over again.
It had freedom. Something he wished for dearly. He was restricted by the walls and his father. James stood on his bed and opened both the windows and sat on the window sill. He thought about his life. If his mother stayed would his life be different?
Probably. But his father would of taken it out on her instead.
He also wondered if he would ever tell Ben the truth or would he find out first. Soon Ben would get sick of lies and begin looking for answers. Once you began looking it was fairly simple to find them.
James knew it was impossible to escape his father completely, he will always be effected by his father in some way. But the thought he might escape him at some point was something to look forward to, even if it was impossible. That's why he liked the Harry Potter series(1). It was impossible but it still made you believe, if only for the amount of time you was mesmerised by the text.
James absolutely loved reading because he could escape, like when he exercised. He would become absorbed by the words. James also liked to write, he wrote short stories. They wasn't that good, if he was honest, but he loved the control he had. As he held the pen he could control what went on within that world.
The grey sky's heavens began to break. Rain pattering down.
It fell in unison with the silent tears that would never fall from James. He watched as it slowly pattered down, bringing several more days of life to the green grass and leaves.
He inhaled. The smell of cleanness and with the churned up earth had began to appear.
It was at that moment he realised he wasn't that different from the rain.
They was both stuck in a cycle.
(1) Not sure when Wolf was born but roll with it.