"Let me show you how it's done, then!"
"What are you doing here?"
Gill was not comforted.
~TOSO~
"Mommy?" A young woman, about twenty-six, turned to her son. One could only make such a conclusion, after all; the pair looked so similar in a way that couldn't possibly have come about any other way. "Whatcha' doing, Mommy?" The mother smiled, the corner of her blue eyes crinkling.
"I'm planting a garden, sweetie," she replied, sweeping some loose strands of her long, platinum hair behind her ear. The boy's own blue eyes widened in curiosity.
Tugging on his shirt hem, he asked, "can I help?"
"Sure, baby. Just go get some work gloves." The young boy looked down at this, suddenly finding his white sneakers interesting. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I don't know where they are," the equally blonde boy grumbled. "Why did we have to move, Mommy? I liked our old house. I knew where everything was," he continued, adding the last part with less volume. The woman sighed in response.
"Sweetie, Mommy got married, remember?"
"But, why?"
"Because Mommy loves this man very much, and I'm sure, in time you'll come to love him too." The son huffed and crossed his arms, a pout in place.
"He keeps wanting me to call him 'Daddy,'" he growled. "But I don't see why, though. He's not my real dad, right?" The mother's caring smile dropped. Moving herself from being hunched over a plant to kneeling in front of her son, she rested her hand on his shoulders.
"Father; noun; a male parent," she recited. "Parent; noun; one that begets offspring. Beget; verb; to make children; to cause; to produce; to procreate; to father (rarely applying to 'mother').
"Now, with this in mind, no, he is not your 'father,' or 'dad,' or 'daddy,' or anything of the like. However, he will raise you, he will love you, and he will care for you like a real father would. Doesn't that make him your father?" The boy looked thoughtful for a moment, processing the information that his mother had presented to him (and she has present things this way many times), before settling on his next statement.
"But he's still not my real dad."
"In time-"
"Still doesn't change the fact that he's not my real dad." The woman let her head droop, making her look rather defeated, while mumbling something about someone being over logical. "Who is my real dad, anyway?" The mother visibly stiffened. "I've never seen him before; will I ever get to meet him?"
"Sweetie, your biological father was a nice guy sometimes," she said, raising her head, a serious look in her eyes. "Unfortunately, most of the time, he wasn't."
"Then why did you guys have me?"
"Well, we loved each other very much… or at least, I loved him, I thought." She chewed on her lower lip for a second before continuing. "See, once upon a time, I used to live here."
"In this house?"
"No, on this Island, as did your biological dad and your new dad."
"He's not my dad."
"Listen, your new…I mean, 'Mr. Hamilton,' as you call him, loved me, but never told me."
"Why not?"
"Because he was afraid I wouldn't love him back, and, eventually, I fell in love with your biological father, so his fear was strengthened."
"Why do you keep saying 'biological?' Can't you just say 'real?'"
"I'm getting to that. Now, back then, your birth father was a very nice gentleman. Somewhat controlling, but I didn't think much of it.
"We got married and moved away from this island to the city. Then, he started to be even more controlling. He always wanted to know where I was, who I was with, and so on. One time, I got rather frustrated with him and refused to tell him." The mother grew silent, staring no longer at her child, but at the ground, as if she also found the boy's shoes interesting.
"What happened, Mommy?"
"He hit me, baby."
"You told me to never hit people."
"That's right, you should never hit anybody," she spoke, once again looking at the boy. "No matter how angry you are, okay?"
"Okay."
Only after a long sigh did she continue. "Soon, I found out I was going to have you and-"
"How did you know?" A blush sprang to the female's appearance, reaching her ears in a matter of seconds.
"That's a conversation for another time, sweetie," the woman hurriedly explained. A deep breath was then taken. "Anyway, he was so excited, and when he found out you were going to be a boy, he got even more excited. He bought me expensive jewelry, cooked me nice dinners; he was just like how I remembered him when we were dating back in my teenage years."
"What's 'dating?'"
"It's something you do before marriage; remember how Mommy would leave you with Dale to go out with Mr. Hamilton?"
"Yes."
"Well, Mommy was going out on a date."
"Oh."
"Hmm, alright, Well, then I had you, and it was the happiest day of my life. I called Mr. Hamilton to tell him, because he was my friend, and he suggested that we call you Gill."
"He named me?" The child exclaimed, bewilderment apparent on his face.
"Yes, but you were named after me," the mother laughed. "My name is Jillian."
"My name is Gillian?"
"No," she said through another round of laughter. "It's just Gill, but some people spell 'Jillian' with a 'G.' Also, a lot of people, including both the men in this story, wanted to call me 'Jill,' but I wouldn't let them, so Mr. Hamilton said that I should call you 'Gill' to make up for that." Young Gill was not pleased with this new found discovery, nor its explanation. "Well, you father liked it and even suggested we go back to the island. I agreed, and we did so as soon as you were fit for travel." A pause, then, "your father slowly began to prove that he was not fit for child care."
"Did he hit me?" The woman, now identified as Jillian, shook her head.
"He did yell at you when you cried, which wasn't actually all that often (you were a quiet baby), and he refused to do anything for you that he considered 'woman's work.'" A flash of anger in her eyes caused her to let go of her son's shoulders and rest them on her lap, repositioning herself so that she was sitting on her legs. "He started to hit me again, and I grew afraid for you. I told Mr. Hamilton and he and all the people on this island forced him to leave.
"I met him a few times more to make it so that we were no longer husband and wife and that was the end of it, and I haven't seen him since."
"Oh," Gill whispered, unsure if he was disappointed in his own flesh and blood's behavior or the fact that he likely wouldn't be able to meet him. "But, Mommy?"
"Hm?"
"You never got to the part on why you kept saying biological instead of real." The elder blonde sighed, finally giving in and admitting defeat. Her son was in fact, as rarely as it seemed for the boy, too young to understand.
~TOSO~
The story his mother had told him when he was four was rather sugar-coated. Gill knew that now, and was still thoroughly upset that one of the few memories of his mother was of her telling lies. Sure, he was too young for the whole truth and it wouldn't have made any difference in the outcome of that day, but still, he was troubled with the thought.
Maybe if his mother had told him that he hit her before moving to the city, or that he didn't just "hit" her like what an inexperienced child might think the definition of "hit" was, but that he actually beat her until she was black-and-blue, then maybe he wouldn't have put up such a struggle to accept the mayor as his father.
"Gill?"
"Yes, father?"
"We're here."
"Oh." Truth is, Gill was actually aware that they had been at the city courthouse for quite some time. He was not below stalling when the time called for it.
"You have to exit the taxi now," Hamilton said, standing outside, holding the door open.
"I know."
"Gill…" Suddenly, at the shock to both, the young man stood at full attention outside the car before proceeding to speed walk to across the sidewalk, increasing speed up the stairs, then going full-out sprint into the building. When the Mayor finally caught up to him, Gill was hyperventilating against a nearby wall.
"I can't," he gasped. "I can't. I can't do this."
"Gill, listen to me," Hamilton said softly. "You can. You won't see him. You just have to go in a room where some people will ask you questions. Just answer them truthfully, and everything will be okay."
"But...! But what if…! What if they…!" Another teary gasp shook the blonde's body as he started to sink to the floor. "I… I- no! They can't!"
"It's okay, Gill. It's going to be okay!"
"No," he grated, mostly to himself. "It's not." He thought, 'It never will be.'
~TOSO~
"Alright, Gill-"
"I thought that, at sixteen, you got to choose which parent you can go with." The lady across the table in front of him sighed, but offered a kind smile.
"Well, that is for divorced parents, but seeing as only one is your biological father, it doesn't work like that." The woman was somewhere between twenty-five and thirty-seven in age, with reddish-brown hair ending at her mid-back. Her hazel eyes held a tinge of green, her nose was small, yet defined, and natural ruby lips finished up the beauty that was this woman's face. Gill absolutely hated her.
'I hope she has just as much brains as she does breast,' he thought. 'How could someone so attractive be in charge of ruining my life?'
"Alright, Gill, let me start by introducing myself," the woman continued, ignoring Gill's heated stares. "My name is Alexis Akan. You can call me whatever you like."
'I bloody well can, lady.'
"Why don't we start by telling me which man you would prefer to live with."
"My father," Gill stated.
"Which one?"
"I only have one."
"Mayor Hamilton?" Akan ventured, fidgeting a little.
"Yes."
"And why is that?"
"Because he is my father."
"But he isn't your biological father." Akan earned a sharp glare at that. "I don't mean to offend, only to understand." Gill raised an eyebrow in both a skeptical and interested manner. Surely this woman didn't think that she could "understand" him within the hour or so; half the people he grew up with don't understand him.
Besides, the setting was hardly a place to get to know somebody. A single florescent bulb located above the center of the table was able to fill the entire room, though with its color scheme (black and grey), it hardly did a thing to lighten the mood. Also, the glass covering one complete wall made him feel watched (he was positive that it was a two-way mirror), and therefore uncomfortable.
"He isn't my father," Gill said. "Never was, never will be." After a few moments of silence, the brunette began to shuffle through some files laid out on the table.
"Is this about what happened nine years ago?" Akan asked, settling on a folder that was a bit thicker than the rest. A look of concern flashed across her face as Gill visibly stiffened.
He had just found a flower he knew she would like.
"This file says that the case was inconclusive."
His father was at work.
"There wasn't enough evidence for the jury to make a clear 'guilty' decision."
Seven year old Gill rushed towards his house from the Maple Lake District.
"Please tell me about this, Gill."
He burst in through the door, almost tackling it down.
"Do youbelieve he was guilty?"
"Mommy, Mommy! Look what I found for-"
"Yes," Gill whispered.
There was a strange man inside his house.
"Of which crime?" Akan inquired. "There are three listed here."
Pointing a gun at his mother, or at least he was… he changed his target as soon as the boy entered.
"Murder," Gill breathed.
It was now pointed at the seven year old.
"Abduction."
"No, Kale, please! He's just a child," his mother had shouted, tears glistening in her eyes.
"And…" Gill paused, mind grasping for a proper grip on his emotional control.
"Boy," the man barked. "Close the door and get over here!"
"Rape."
He did as he was told, eyes never leaving the weapon directed at him. He wasn't stupid. He knew what it was. No matter how hard his mother tried to censor his life, she couldn't stop the TV.
"Mommy?" It's the only thing he could think of to say as he approached her.
"Shh, baby, it's okay. Just come here," his mother hushed. Her tears had fallen by then, and they continued to do so at an alarming rate.
The man said; "so, you think you can just chase me away and marry someone else?"
"Kale, please. This has nothing to do with the child."
"I think it has everything to do with the kid; he is mine after all."
"Mommy?" Gill repeated.
"You didn't care for him! For me! Nobody but yourself!" His mother's voice was raised now, terror still detectable.
"Well, Obviously, I cared enough to show up today, hm?" The man chuckled this darkly, handling the gun like it was a toy.
"Please, just leave now. I won't tell anybody if you just leave right now." A dark smile on the stranger's face followed the plea.
"Well, of course you won't tell anybody," he explained. "You'd be dead."
~TOSO~
One shot is all it took. His mother collapsed; falling to her knees before crumpling forward. It wasn't until later that he found out where exactly she had been shot: a direct hit to her heart.
The man scooped Gill up before sound could leave him; holding him against his body by a single hand to the boy's mouth.
"Listen here, kid," he hissed into Gill's ear. "You make any noise at all, I'll blow your fucking head off." A loud clicking noise by the child's ear confirmed the statement. "Got it?" Consumed by panic and shock, Gill didn't response, staring wide-eyed at the still frame of his mother.
Kale took it as an agreement, and once he shifted his hold on his son so that he was holding him by the boy's stomach, Gill's side resting against the elder's hip, he bolted for the lighthouse.
It seemed like everything happened in slow motion to the younger male, but only three minutes passed by from the shot to the arrival on the beach. Thirty seconds from shot to running. It was that slow motion effect that made Gill wonder why no one had come to save him. Whoever had heard the shot had to get over the wonder over what the noise was (sounds like that weren't exactly common to Waffle Island), figure out where it had come from, and then head over there.
To a seven year old, the blast was loud enough for the entire town to hear, and with the amount of time it seemed to take, he thought the lack of people meant he was abandoned. The thought was only strengthened as time went on.
Only when he was thrown onto a boat parked in dangerously shallow waters (how the thing managed to speed off is still a mystery to him), did the events of the past moments finally sink in.
"Stop crying, damnit!" Kale shouted at him from the steering room. "I can't focus!"
Gill continued to shriek, most of which was a mix of nonsensical words and hyperventilation, until the boat's movement ceased, and Kale shut him up himself.
"From that look, you've never been smacked across the face before," he laughed in a sinister way, kneeling next to Gill on the floor. "Or hit at all really." He laughed again, "hm, you have something to say?"
"W-who," Gill stuttered, choking back sobs. "Who are you? Where am I? Why…? W…What…?"
"Who me?" Another giggle. "Well, I'll tell you where you are first; nowhere! We are in the middle of the ocean at a while's way from that fucking island!
"In continuation to that, we are on my boat. A Cruising Yacht. It has enough room, and food, and other stuff to live off of for quite some time.
"As for who I am… You don't know?"
"N-no."
"I'm your dad!"
Silence, then; "You… No…"
"You don't believe me?"
"No… You… can't."
"Of course I am!" Kale snickered (upon reflection, Gill observed that this guy like to express his amusement a lot) "If it wasn't for your mother and I, you wouldn't be here!"
"…What did you do to Mom?"
"I killed her," Kale's eerie smile faded to a harsh scowl. "Wipe that look off you face; you bawl, and I'll hit you again." Gill covered his mouth in an attempt to silence his cries. "You see, your mother belonged to me and only me. So when she got the island to chase me off and divorced me, she pissed me off, and you should never piss me off." The older man looked at the younger skeptically. "You don't believe me do you?" Gill simply stared, hands still glued to his face, not knowing how to respond. "I am your father. You know that, right?"
After a long silence, Gill spoke a muffled: "Mom…"
"What did I just tell you? If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here!" He stopped, then, "or do you not know that?"
"…Huh?" Gill said, lowering his palms.
"Do you know how babies are made?"
"When… a mom and a dad… the mommy's tummy…" Kale interrupted with a roar of laughter.
"You really don't! That's hilarious!" Kale continued to bark, a sinister look overcoming his features. "You want to know the truth?" Without waiting for a reply, he pressed one hand to the boy's chest, toppling him backward from his sitting position. "You look like your mother, you know."
"What are you…?"
"You'll see. Take your shirt off." When Gill took too long to comply, Kale swiftly yanked the white t-shirt off himself. "The flat aspect of you bothers me a bit." Gill was horribly confused at this point. The tears no longer threatened to fall, brows furrowed together, as a small frame shuddered under the cold air. "You are probably too young to have a reaction to much of anything," Kale mused. "So I'll just get right to it.
"See, when two people get a certain feeling for each other, they have sex."
"What's…?"
"Shut up, I'm showing you," Kale growled, green eyes shining as he struggled with the younger's pant button before his hands were stopped by another pair.
"Stop, I don't think…"
"What? You don't want to learn? Ah, got it!" Off went Gill's pants. Said boy's brows became no longer sew together, but arched up his forehead. Blush spreading.
"I- S-top. I don't think you should be…" Off with the underwear. "Stop!"
"Don't tell me what to do," Kale snapped above him. "Now, a girl would have something different right here," he explained, pointing to the blonde's penis. He closed his legs over himself right after, causing Kale to scowl and roughly push them apart. "A man would put what you have into that. Because you don't have one of those, I'll put mine here." Gill gasped as a finger entered him, a stinging sensation filling his body.
"Stop! That- that hurts! Stop it!"
"Don't tell me what to do!" Kale repeated loudly, backhanding the boy beneath him. "Fine, if you don't want to listen," the sound of a zipper and shuffling clothes sounded as loud as the gunshot did, and for a good five minutes, the pain of losing the one he loved most was nothing compared to the sudden physical pain that exploded into his being.
A scream, piercing enough to be heard for nine years worth of nightmares, rang out in pure agony. Fingers clawed at the wood floor in a desperate search for leeway. Gill barely heard Kale's delighted words, and couldn't comprehend them even at their clearest state. With each thrust came a sob or a gasp. Begging was quickly drowned out by howls of hurt.
The end was nearly as bad as the beginning. A deep burning settled within, taking whatever breath he had away from him. Kale explained the essence in great detail, that much Gill understood, as the man pulled away, causing little relief. He could feel it inside him, making his stomach lurch.
"Now your mother and I did that," Kale sighed, zipping himself up and wiping his forehead with the other hand. "So that proves I'm your father."
~TOSO~
Long, ain't it? *waggles eyebrows* Well, longer than usual.
*sigh* I really wanted that scene to be more descriptive… *fails* but it's a *cough* start, right? There's going to be more of that kind of stuff anyway, throughout the story.
Well, if not, ChibiGill is so cute! I hope I got all that angsty shota drama in a bag with a side of hentai! *thumbs up*
I know it took longer than the word count (sorry), but review anyway? *happeh face*
Also, if you have a problem with the word "penis," this is an M rated FF (and that doesn't even scrape the surface). If you are still unable to get over it, I suggest you watch more vulgar TV shows. Or more anime. Or both.