Sacrifices
AnEVELMYS Story
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Chapter
Seven:
A
Living Angel
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(August
15, 1988 13 Years Of Age)
Greg
Sanders's point of view
Harvard Move In Day
Honestly, I'm glad to be leaving the facility Jon's been keeping me at. For several weeks now, I've wondered if he would allow me to leave for school at all. Really, I didn't care where I went as long as it was out of that stark white room. For months now I've been locked in here without one venture out seeing no one but Jon's wife, Chandra. Every day, she'd come in with food and give me a thorough checkup. I hated it. I hated everything about this place. And I especially hate being locked in that awful room with only myself as company. No one should have to get to know themselves that well.
The ride to the university is a silent ride, the tension evident between the two of us. When we arrived at the dorm where I am to stay Jon pulled me off to the side and gave me a strict line of instructions. He didn't trust me to complete the process he began months ago. Maybe he had good reason to doubt my loyalties. After all, I hated this man.
Once he completed his lecture, I was free to join the other students who were hastily moving their personal belongings into the dorm. They all walked around, some lazily others with purpose, they were chatting merrily amongst themselves excitedly as they continued to move their boxes up to their rooms.
Fighting through the elated crowd, I walked to the desk with Jon right on my heel. "Don't you think you are a little young to be attending Harvard?" the cheerful girl asked me.
"I'm smart enough to make the cut," I assured her pointedly.
"All right, but you're awfully little," she smiled. "I will need you to fill this out," she handed me a clipboard and I take it thanking her.
I filled out the form and returned it to her without the social security number filled in. I'm not allowed a social security number, but that's not what I tell her. "Excuse me," I softly asked the girl sitting behind the table. "I do not have a social security number. Is there another number you would accept?"
"We will take a state identification number," she answered sweetly.
Luckily that is the one thing I do have. I write it down and hand her the form.
"I still think you're a little young to be attending here," she said again.
"Maybe, but I'm quite capable," I replied with a smile and moved on to the next table.
"I will need your name," a man asked again with a cheesy smile.
"Greg Sanders," I answered.
"Please, sign here, and you are free to go evaluate your room," he handed me my room key.
My room was located on the top floor, the last door on the left. I opened my door to find that my roommate has already checked in and took the liberties of the bottom bunk. That was all right, I didn't mind the top bunk.
The room appeared to be in good working order and I dropped off my sheet at the front desk. Jon insisted then on taking me out for books, and food, and of course, to show me the clinic I am to go get my now once-a-day shot.
We returned to the room with my trunk, three suitcases, and over-stuffed garment bag in hand. Right outside my door, I stopped noticing the country music playing loudly from the inside. My body stiffened under the realization that my roommate was right inside and I have no idea what he's like.
"What are you waiting for?" Jon asked angrily.
Taking a deep breath and garnering up my courage, I opened the door to find my room completely changed. My roommate decorated the room in western décor including the large buckles and cowboy hats. He tore down the beds and placed upon platforms placing a sofa under one and an entertainment centre under the other. It took me a bit to get used to the new layout and the overall affect of my room.
My roommate sat on the sofa the vision of laid back and relaxed. Once I entered the room and set my bags upon the floor. He gazed at me with his soft brown eyes. He was gorgeous. Of course, I didn't vocalize this fact. It's not my place to find a romance with a normal anyways. It would be completely unheard of.
"Hey, Nick," another person walked into the room and took a seat next to the gorgeous man sitting on the couch. I couldn't help feeling the twinge of jealousy watching the man sit so closely to Nick. I know I shouldn't, but I do. I can't really explain it either, but I am definitely attracted to Nick.
"I'm Greg Sanders," I hold out my hand.
"Nick Stokes," he reciprocated the gesture with a smile.
To make matters worse, I found the southern twang in his voice sexier than hell. I attempted to push the thoughts form my head. After all, my attraction toward him could also be the result of months of isolation I've endured. Perhaps I am just glad to see a different face. Yeah, that must be it, I convinced myself.
"Is that all your belongings?" Jon asked.
"It is, sir," I bowed my head toward him and he turned on his heel and left me alone for the first time in months.
"Your old man?" Nick asked.
"Yeah," I blushed embarrassed to be related to that monstrosity.
"Seems like a real ass," Nick said frankly. I don't think I've ever smiled as broadly as I am now. "What are you studying?"
"Organic Chemistry and Criminal Justice," I answered proudly. "You?"
"Criminal Justice," Nick replied a little crestfallen. The gleam that occupied his eyes now was gone. That's when I knew he could relate. While I'm certain his father never locked him in a room longer than a week and made an experiment out of him. I am certain it was his father's desire for Nick to study criminal justice. What made this so sad was the fact that Nick could see no way around his father's steel thumb.
Nick was extremely sharp, exceptionally from what I gathered. I haven't had the privilege to meet many people who are I would consider an equal to myself. However, Nick might be the first one. He introduced me to Lee, but I could tell nearly instantly that there might be more too it than that. Nick was too shy to say anything to that affect though. Another thing I admired Nick for was his modesty. Of course, we just met, however I'm a quick study of personal traits.
He asked me where I come from, and I told him San Francisco. He's from Ponder, Texas but I might have guessed that by his southern twang he speaks so readily with. He asked me if the three bags, the garment bag and the trunk were all I was bringing and my cheeks burned hot as I nodded, 'yes'. I know he said I didn't have to be embarrassed about being less off financially than other people are, but I am. Then, he did the last thing I expected a normal to do for me. He would actually be willing to sit next to me, the monster from the slums of San Francisco.
Granted, he doesn't know I'm a freak, and I'm not sure I want to tell him.
We chewed the fat for a while, and then he asked about my friends. That's when it's time for me to hush up. Truth is I don't have any friends that are my own age. Ever since I was a little kid, Ryan's kept me isolated from most people. I'm not good with my social skills, so I tend to be brash or outlandish, sometimes downright childish. I know I'm still just a child to most people, but I've lived more than people could realize.
I thought on the question he asked about my obvious lack of friends and I debated whether to tell him or not. However, I won't say a word as long as Lee was around. Maybe I'd be willing to tell Nick under confidence. After all, he seems like a trust worthy guy. I'm not certain, because we've only just met. That's just my first impression though.
"I guess I moved around too much," I answered shyly. I wouldn't call it a lie exactly. Ryan and I were quite nomadic moving from one shantytown to the next in order to evade the bounties.
"Army brat?" he asked.
"Something like that," I replied.
We continue the getting to know you ritual late into the day. Nick Stokes, the man of a thousand questions always had something to ask and I was pleased to answer as many as necessary. However, I must admit there were a few I was a bit dodgy with due to my birth status. While, I trust Nick at this junction of our acquaintance, I still cannot trust him with the knowledge of my illegitimacy.
Things were just calming down around the place. Lee returned to his room, I was unpacking my bags, and Nick was lying on his bed still answering the last question I asked him.
It was at that precise moment that Jon barged into our room fuming from the ears in a world of fury. He took me by my shirt and pushed me hard against the wall. He pinned me there, with one arm, while squeezing my balls with the other.
"You fucking liked to me your little imbecile," cursed Jon.
I gazed over to Nick watching intently from his bed, frozen in shock.
"I didn't lie," I managed to say after finding my breath.
"Then what was THIS doing in the truck?" he held up the file folder that contained my medical records I was to give to the physician tending to my condition.
"I don't know," I said and he squeezed my balls even tighter. Tears flowed freely down my face and all I wanted was Jon to leave me the fuck alone. Nick hopped off the bed with a new expression upon his face. It was one I've never seen worn on another human being and I knew exactly what he was about to do.
"STOP LYING TO ME!" Jon screamed at me squeezing my balls harder.
"I, I, I, I didn't," I stuttered.
At that moment, Nick somehow wedged himself between the two of us and pushed Jon back. His eyes filled with sheer determination.
"Don't get involved in things that are none of your business," hissed Jon and lunged back toward me. Nick wouldn't allow that though and forced Jon to the ground.
"Too late, I'm already involved," Nick replied in a voice equally saturated with venom and hatred. "You have given Greg what he needs. I suggest you leave."
Nick pulled Jon off the floor and promptly showed him the door. Once he was certain Jon was gone, he focused his attention on me.
"Greg," he knelt next to me. "You all right?"
"Yeah," I answered with a shaking voice. He took me in his arms and I cried on his shoulder. He assured me that things weren't as bad as I they seemed and I believed him. It's hard not to believe it when the words are coming form a living angel.
"I thought my father was an ass," he started. "However, he's never struck me. No, he always had better methods to get his message across to me. Yeah, at times I've hated him for it. The way he was never around and the way he wanted to control my life. Your dad, I don't know," he paused to gather his thoughts. "I have a real problem with people who beat their children. I especially have a problem with it when it's over something as trivial as a medical file. I want you to know, you did nothing wrong, Greg. Your father has the problem. He doesn't even deserve to be a father with the way he treats you."
"I know," I answered.
"You know, there're child protection laws, and restraining orders that could prevent him from doing that to you ever again."
"There's nothing I can do to escape the wrath of Jon Jensen. I wish there was something, but as far as legal solutions, I have none," I cried harder into his shoulder.
"What do you mean?" Nick asked and stroked my back ever so gently. "My entire family's in the law enforcement profession. I know there are laws specifically written so children don't have to be abused by the people they're supposed to trust."
"I know there are," I sniffled and pulled from the safety of his arms. Nick had a way with people, no doubt. He knows how to connect with them and keep them a mile away at the same time. That quality will make him an effective police officer or bounty in the future. "However, not a single one applies to people like me."
He moved closer to me with those soft brown eyes filled with concern for me. I can tell he has this desire, or need to soothe and comfort me.
"Not many of the protective child laws apply to people like me," I sighed. "I may look like a human, but I have no more rights than a fucking dog."
"People, like you?" Nick asked for clarification. His eyebrows rose as he gazed at me cockeyed. "I don't understand. You look human enough. I don't understand why you shouldn't have the same rights and privileges as anyone else."
"That is as it should be, but people like me, like dad, and Ethan have no rights. We aren't legally humans," I lowered my head in shame.
"If you're not human, what are you?" asked Nick softly and slowly.
"You can't tell ANYONE," I stressed. I know it sounds juvenile, however if I tell Nick my deepest darkest secret no one can know what I am. "Please, promise me that you won't say a word of what I'm about to say. If anyone found out, they'll expel me."
"I promise, I won't tell a single soul," he agreed. All I can do at this point is take him at his word and hope it doesn't backfire. Truthfully, Nick will be the second norm I told about my birth status.
"I'm not like you, or what is known as normal. I'm not born from a woman and a man, but two men." Almost automatically, my eyes hit the floor. I'm not equal to him by birthright. My birth status is below his, I know that and now he knows that.
He took a few steps back. I chanced a brief look at Nick. His face riddled with shock, but I could tell he was thinking hard on what I have just told him. The giant secret I couldn't hide from him the one secret that could cost me everything.
"You're a…" he hesitated probably uncertain of the proper word to call me.
"A monster?" I finished for him.
"You're not a monster. Your father's a monster," he said softly and carefully not to upset me further. "I was going to say illegitimate."
"Yeah," I whispered.
"Don't be ashamed of how you were born," Nick said firmly. "I'm sorry to react how I did. I wasn't expecting to hear that from you."
"You don't… hate me?" I gulped.
"No," he chuckled. "You're too cool for me to hate. Besides, it's not like you could change the way you were born. So is he the one who birthed you?"
"No, he's too anti-iggit to give birth to one," I answered.
"Funny how he decided to knock an iggit up."
"Trust me it wasn't love that brought them together. He raped my dad to use me as a specimen or something. However, dad ran away before I was born got away from him, died during labour Ryan took me and hid me from my father until the day he was murdered and here I am living with that idiot again," I sighed.
"Do you know what he wants from you?"
"What makes you think he wants something?" I questioned. It turned out my intuitions about Nick were right. He was exceptionally observant and quick to interpret.
"The way he treats you," Nick shrugged not making a big deal out of it.
"I have some ideas, but I don't want to think about that right now," I smiled weakly and he seemed to agree. He flopped down on the bed and turned up the radio playing Hank Williams and I covered my ears from the whiney sound of the steel guitar.
Okay, so maybe Hank Williams and Johnny Prine aren't as bad as I thought. However, I still prefer the rocking tunes of Metallica. I tolerated the tunes and close my eyes content for the first time in a long time. With Nick around, I feel safe, comfortable almost, and that was refreshing. It was definitely an improvement to being locked up in that stark white room with only the orderly and sometimes Chandra as company.
The first full week of classes was nothing short of a dream come true. It was everything I hoped for and then some. This was the first time school really ever challenged me and I think that's what I liked most about it.
I just returned from class to see Nick lounging back on the couch talking deeply with Lee. Jealousy flashes through me, but I don't allow Nick to see that part of me. Nick didn't need to know the part of me deeply attracted to him, the part that desires to be the subject of the gentle gaze of those soft brown eyes.
For the moment, I ignore the googly eyes Lee gives him and checks the answering machine to see that Jon Jensen left a message. I listen to it and turned ghostly white when I hear he wants me to spend the weekend with him as a guest of his home. He claims he has someone for me to meet.
Bile rose in my throat and I struggled to gulp it down. My distress did not go unnoticed by Nick. He turned toward me with those same understanding eyes he gave me a week ago and I knew if I asked him to, he'd kick Jon's ass for me. However, it wouldn't prevent him from getting what he desires.
I barely had time to pack when he knocked on our door.
"Are you ready?" Jon asked him.
"Yeah," I answered less than enthused by his nearly unannounced appearance at my door. I put another t-shirt in my bag and zipped it up before walked out the door next to Jon. A taxi waited for us outside and he ordered me in. I follow his instructions and listen to him spew about how proud he is of me for seeing Doctor Avery every day for my shots.
After that, he just made small talk that I drowned out. He asked about school and all I wanted to do was slap him across the face, but I do no such thing. I could barely think it.
I gave him a quasi answer that seemed to suite him and we arrived at the airport not a moment too soon. We board the plane. I thought he was going to take me to the Richmond facility, but I was wrong. We weren't returning there. Jon actually took me to a house.
We walk to the door and Jon rings the bell. A man answered the door. He was a tall man, with dark well-groomed hair, blue eyes, early thirties by the look, and wearing nothing more than a bathrobe.
"Evening, Jensen," the man welcomed us into the house. I didn't want to be there. However, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
"Do you have everything prepared?" Jon asked the strange man.
"I do," he answered.
"Very well, should we get started then?" Jon smiled and somewhere deep in the pit of my gut I knew this scene was about to get bad. I watch as the man walked into the kitchen and prepared the drinks. He added sugar to each, from packets he kept in the kitchen. He handed each of us a drink and Jon ordered me to drink it all down.
I sat on the couch next to Jon listening to them talk idly about one of Jon's experiments. After some time passed their words blurred together, the room spun around rapidly as my head started to pound. I breathe deeply yet I was unable to get enough air into my lungs.
I sunk into the couch, and suddenly their interest in my shifted. Jon lifted me up and took me to the guest bedroom of the house. His friend stood at the door watching as Jon undressed me. I could tell he was unclothing me, yet I was powerless to stop it. The funny part about it he only removed my pants and underpants.
Jon's hand reaches down and gropes me and I'm amazed I can't feel his physical touch. The room began to spin a bit more rapidly now as he continued to fondle me.
"I don' feel too good," I slurred holding my head as my stomach protested violently.
"You'll be all right," he whispered softly and handed me a couple of pills and I take them. That's when the room really began to spin and I was unable to distinguish what was happening. Was I awake? I'm not even sure. The once foreboding room faded into a vibrant day complete with blue skies and plenty of sunshine.
I'm standing on a beach far away from the grasps of Jonathan Jensen. The sun shines hot upon my skin and it feels as though I'm on fire. My heart pounded quickly, as a hula girl walked past me granting me a wink and a blown kiss that I catch and place right on my lips.
She stole my heart with one glance and I followed the girl wearing the grass skirt down the sandy beach. The closer I got the louder she giggled and the faster she ran down the beach.
I ran after her and caught her by the tall palm tree. A swarm of them surrounded me and placed a coconut bra over my chest before ripping my pants off replacing the garment with a grass skirt. They softly kissed my cheek and their hands covered my body with gentle caresses. Each placed a lei over my head before disappearing down the beach leaving me alone with the one I caught.
She stood in front of me smiling sweetly.
"Do you know how to dance?" she whispered in my ear.
"No," I replied.
"Well, you get real close like this," she pulled her body next to mine moving me so her front pressed hard against my back. "Then you spread your legs like so," she moved them apart wide. "And you move your hips like this," she moved them back and forth.
Her giggles and the sweet perfume of the orchids in her brown hair intoxicated me. Her smell, her presence, her seductive movements, and the gentle caress of her lips against the back of my neck arouse me to no end. I know it and she knows it. Giggling, she kissed me lightly on the neck again still swaying my hips back and forth, side to side in a circular motion. She kissed me harder and hummed a sweet tune. Slowly, we moved to the breaking waves where she laid me down right in the wake allowing the waves to crash over my body.
The sensations began to build upon each other and continued to overwhelm my senses. My nervous system was alight with activity as my body responded to each and every motion. She cooed sweet nothing's in my ear and moved my hips a bit more vigorously.
I was helpless against the Hawaiian siren that has trapped me under her spell and wrapped me around her littlest finger. Her hands shifted from my hips over to my genitals and gently stroked my privates until I'm standing out beyond my grass covering. She giggled and continued to stroke my erection until I'm swollen and pulsating beneath her touch. She kissed me hard and held me close. Such a beautiful spell she cast over me.
She pushed against me hard, the waves crashed hard over us. God I was so lost in the sensations that I was literally gasping for breath. Her hand tightened around my privates and another wave broke over us leaving me blissfully relaxed in an oasis I never wanted to leave.
To Be Continued...
