So I dyed my hair today and it looks FREAKING AMAZING. It's blonde with blue underneath. Also I have had a terrible day today, like the worst ever and I would really like some reviews please. Well that was Monday, today's Tuesday, and I'll probably post this tomorrow.
DarkLavi: Love that you love how it's turning out. They've got a VERY long road ahead of them.
alisa: Thanks. I tried. Glad you liked it. Me to, definitely glad he escaped.
DarkLavi: Aw thanks. I Preciate it. And you've gotta keep reviewing every chapter. Please! FOR ME! Greggo's amazing.
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almostkaity: I know! Don't worry he's safe… for now. And this chapter Greg and Nick are reunited. Read (and review) and you shall get more.
alisa: Thanks for telling me. I'll change that. Glad you liked it. Hope you like this chapter.
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Taken
Chapter 8
Greg woke up to see his son sitting at the end of his bed. He was instantly relieved and rasped out, "Hey baby." Greg's heart broke seeing his four year old son, Jake, slowly look up at him through his hair, big crocodile tears in his eyes.
"Why did you hurt me, Daddy? Why did you let that man hurt me? I hate you dad. You're not even my father anymore. Why didn't you protect me? You ran, ran and saved yourself. Did you even think about me, and what I was going through?" Jake said, tears pouring down his eyes. Greg's body was filled with dread. Did his son really think he didn't love him anymore?
"Oh, no baby. Please I love you. You're my son, why wouldn't I love you? Please Jake, just come here. Let me hold you," said Greg, desperate. He wasn't even paying attention to the obvious signs that told him that something was wrong with this situation. Like how his four year old could suddenly speak in perfect English, which he hadn't been able to the day before. Or that, even though he had a tube sticking out of his throat, he could still speak clearly. Or that he hadn't left his son in the clutches of the kidnapper. The entire time they were locked up together, Greg never let his son out of his sight. He never left Jake, ever. But fear and emotional pain was clouding his memories, making him forget these small little details.
"Shut up. All you do is lie. You don't love me. You never loved me. I hate you. I HATE YOU!" Jake screamed, crawling up the bed and starting to pound on his father's frail body. Greg completely ignored the fact that he couldn't even feel a single one of the punches Jake threw at him.
He tried to get his son off of him, but he just couldn't get the screaming child off. After a minute of Jake sobbing and hitting his fists against Greg's chest, a doctor came in with an evil smirk on his face. He said nothing, only staring at Greg, and Greg realized with fear that it was the guy that had hurt him and his son so badly. His kidnapper. Richard. He knew before that he knew this man, had seen him before but he couldn't remember where. Know he knew. He was Nicky's ex-boyfriend, the one that had hurt Nick so badly in high school. It was then that Greg realized he could hear somebody calling his name, and the person sounded familiarly like Nicky.
The 'doctor' walked over to the machine that was hooked up next to his bed, stared straight into Greg's eyes, instilling fear there. He took hold of every tube that was plugged into it and with one quick flick of his wrist, yanked all tubes out of the machine. Greg was sure he could hear somebody screaming his name now, as he took one last shuddering breath, and closed his eyes for good.
Nick watched his sleeping husband, holding his hand and rubbing soothingly circles into the back of it. He had just found out everything that had happened to him and some rather shocking news. He didn't know how Greg would take the news, how he would react.
All he knew was, he would be there for Greg and support his decision fully. Nick watched Greg's beautiful face contort to one of terror. Quickly he stood from the chair, gripped his hand tighter, and leaned in next to his ear. He whispered quiet, hopefully reassuring words into the ear of his lover. He stroked sweaty hair out of Greg's face, and whispered slightly louder. He really wanted to pull him into his arms right now, but knew that would only hurt him all the more.
Greg started to cry out, and thrash around. Nick stopped his stroking and grabbed a hold of his shoulders, pinning him to the bed. He couldn't risk Greg hurting himself even more with all the thrashing he was doing. He really wanted to pull the shaking man against him right now, but knew he couldn't, and that hurt.
Slowly Greg's cries turned into whimpers of anguish, and he took a shuttering breath. Slowly Greg's beautiful orbs, that Nicky loved so much, opened revealing the pain hidden in them. "Ni- Nicky?" Greg gasped out.
Nick felt un-shed tears threating to spill over at hearing that voice. He had dreamt of hearing Greg's voice ever since the day he was ripped so violently out of his life and the lives of his -their-children. He had missed Greg so much and was finally reunited with him after almost a week of being missing. Nick's head dropped and landed against Greg's chest, tears soaking the hospital gown that barely covered Greg's body.
Greg tentatively reached a hand up and gently laid it against Nick's dark brown hair, his own tears intensifying at the sound of his husband in so much anguish. He really hoped that the encounter he had had with his son earlier was just a dream, and not something that had really happened. Slowly he stroked his Nick's hair, carefully bending his head down so he could place a gentle kiss atop his head.
"Nicky. God Nicky I missed you so much Nicky. Please don't ever leave me. I need you so much, please. Don't leave me, baby. Don't hate me, please don't hate me. I love you," Greg said, shaking slightly. He really, really hoped that Nicky didn't hate him when he found out all he had done so that they could be together again.
"Oh God no Greg. I missed you so much. I would never leave you. I could never hate you. What happened to you wasn't your fault. I love you, even though I know what that bastard did to you. Please believe me when I say this Greg, I love you." Nick pulled his head away from Greg's chest and looked into his eyes, placing a gentle kiss against his beloved's lips. "I love you more than anything besides our children. The kids really missed you to. Roxxi's with Catherine right now, and Jace and Seth are in Jake's hospital room. They really want to see you, but Jake's not strong enough yet and I told Seth and Jace they could come see you when you woke up." Nick hesitated before continuing.
"Jake blames himself because of what happened. He says he could have done something more to protect you. He thinks it is all his fault you were hurt so badly, I tried to tell him that it wasn't true but he wouldn't believe me. I think he really needs to hear that from you, Greg, when you see them all later on today."
"You mean… Jake doesn't hate me?" Greg said slowly.
Nick's face twisted into a look of disbelief. "Why would you ever think that, Greg? He loves you, he could never hate you."
Greg sighed as he realized that what he thought was the worst conversation he had ever had with Jake was just a dream. "That's what my dream was about," said Greg slowly.
"He doesn't hate you, I swear. He needs you right now. He thinks you hate him." Nicky slowly stroked Greg's cheek with the back of his hand. Greg leaned against the touch, and sighed contently. "I love you Nicky. I missed you so much."
Nick just smiled down at Greg, and kissed his cheek. "I love you so much G. I missed you. I hated not having you near me every second of the day," Nick said quietly.
Greg smiled and looked up into the loving gaze of his husband. He hadn't told Nicky what he had to do to get away and prayed that it wouldn't destroy their relationship. He really didn't think it would, he knew Nick loved him the same amount as he loved him. But, it was a possibility. Greg would tell him everything later on; he just really wanted to be near Nick right now. The man he loved so much. He also couldn't wait to see his kids, especially Jake. It's not like he thought Nick would lie to him about Jake not hating him, he knew that his Nicky would never lie to him about something like that. He just needed to see for himself that his youngest son didn't hate him.
"So, Nick. What exactly happened to me? Have the doctor's told you anything yet?" Greg whispered, dreading what he would be told.
Nick gulped and looked down at Greg with a look of…. Greg couldn't describe it. Pity? Sadness? Suddenly he knew. It was the look that Nick always gave him when Greg was going through something terrible and needed him. What could be that terrible?
"Actually there is something I need to tell you, Greg." Nick pulled Greg in to a gentle side hug and placed a kiss against his temple. "Just remember this, I love you. And whatever you want to do, I will be there for you. It's your decision and I am not going to hate you for this. I will always love you, and I will not be mad at you. Whatever decision you make, I will support it. Just remember baby, I love you." Nick said, pulling his injured husband against him as best he could, and proceeded to tell him the news.
