Chapter Nine: Home At Last
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-Hospital, Room 78, Johnny Tuturro-
Johnny shot up awake, panting, gasping for breath. Dr. Chastity turned her head to him, rushing over to check on him. "Everything okay? How are you feeling? What happened?"she asked, taking his vitals. Johnny swore and laid back, trying to relax.
"I feel crappy. Again. Nightmares have gotten rougher... Crueler..."Johnny answered, his voice wavering slightly. Dr. Chastity clicked her tongue before forcing a smile.
"Well... You're going to go home today... In fact, one of your friends has already arrived to take you home..."she told him, gesturing to the door. He turned in time to see Charlie walk in, her hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, wearing an overly large t-shirt and shorts. She was carrying a bag, but he couldn't tell what was in it.
"Hey Chuck... How you doing?"he asked, dazed slightly, trying to wake up further. Charlie smiled softly.
"Doing great... How are you? Ready to go home?"she asked. Johnny attempted to flash one of his mega-watt smiles, though it looked forced to Charlie.
"I'm ready... I need clothes though... Ain't no way in Hell I'm walking out in this gown..."Johnny tried to joke. Charlie handed him the bag.
"Thought you might need these... They're some of your baggier clothes, thought they'd feel better to you right now..."Charlie watched as he carefully got up. He made his way to the en suite bathroom to change, Charlie sat on the bed, waiting.
"Any other forms I need to fill out or...?"she asked Dr. Chastity. The doctor thought for a moment, brushing back a loose strand of hair.
"I think you signed everything already... Need you to go pick up these prescriptions for him... Help ease the pain..."the doctor answered, handing Charlie the prescription paper. Charlie nodded, her head turning to the door as Johnny walked back in, wearing a signature red hoodie and sweats. He smiled weakly.
"I'm ready..."he whispered, gesturing to the door...
-Graceland, an hour later-
Everyone sat around the living room, anxiously awaiting Charlie to pull up with Johnny. The door opened, Charlie and Johnny stepping inside, both immediately questioned and shouts of 'Welcome Home' ringing out. Johnny forced a smile, welcoming the attention he was receiving. Even from Dale.
"See...? I knew you all cared about me... Even you DJ."he remarked, teasing. Trying to act normal. Like he didn't have a nightmare earlier about being raped and forced to give oral, that he had been burned by cigarettes and kicked... Mike ran up and hugged him.
"We're just glad you're alright..."Mike spoke, hugging him close. Johnny tensed up, not necessarily wanting to pull away, but felt uncomfortable. Which, was very unusual since he normally welcome any and all attention... But that was a price he was paying for being caught, for being tortured...
"Yeah... I'm fine... Just exhausted... Meds are kickin' in... Think I'm gonna go sleep..."Johnny responded, pulling away and heading for the upstairs rooms... To his room...
Once in his room, he looked around, checking it out, making sure there were no 'monsters' in his closet or under the bed. It was as he had left it, nothing changed. But his clothes that were washing had been folded and laid out for him, a drawer opened... One that probably held the clothes he was wearing. He sighed and walked up to his bed, laying down, all but collapsing.
He closed his eyes, going to let himself drift off...
His arms were tied to bed posts, legs spread and also tied at the ankles. He tried moving, tried to get away. To no avail, he could only move so much. Then, as if realizing he was feeling hopeless, the men began beating him. Some got him in the stomach and groin, others around his shoulders and face. He winced, wanting to crawl into a ball, to be left alone. Of course, they were not that merciful. One crawled on top of him, kissing at his neck, biting him. Another lit a cigarette, placing the lit end on him.
Johnny cried out, begged them to stop. They only laughed, called him names. Claimed he liked what they wereto him. He closed his eyes, hating himself for getting into this mess. Wanting to disappear. He felt a hand grip his cock, pumping. He tried to struggled, hating the touch...
-Graceland, downstairs-
Briggs watched Mike come downstairs, dressed up. "Something tells me you're on your way to see Abby..."Briggs remarked. Mike nodded, a slight frown gracing his features.
"Yeah... The sooner I can talk her into taking me to meet the Ortegas, the sooner we can get the bastards that hurt Johnny... He's bad Briggs... Really bad... I mean... He tensed when I hugged him... He never tenses, he always hugs back... But he didn't... I'm... We gotta get those guys..."Mike rambled, keeping his eyes on Briggs.
The older agent nodded. "Well... Good luck... Okay? And call us if you need us..."Briggs ordered, watching as the young blond left...