Sorry for such a wait- I am really busy at college taking 6 courses and working and throw in some writer's block and all that equals no updates!!!! Hopefully this will make up for it!!!
Warning- Some material is hard to read, so please read with caution!
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John and Mary re-entered their house and made their way arm in arm to their son's room. Mary reached out and knocked on Dean's door, and waited for a few moments. When she received no response, slowly opened the door to allow John and herself to enter. Dean was sitting on his bed, the wall keeping him in an upright position. He was staring ahead
blankly, not even noticing his parent's arrival. Mary walked slowly to the bed and sat next to her son.
"Dean your behavior was uncalled for this evening," Mary said quietly. The boy shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and Mary decided to press on carefully.
"But I also know I raised you to never speak that way to anyone, unless it was necessary," Mary gently reached down and took a hold on Dean's hand. "Dean."
"I can't tell you," Dean said, shifting uncomfortably under his mother's glance. He starred at the same un-noticeable spot on the floor, and Mary could see the inner turmoil that was raging inside her son.
"Why can't you tell us?" John asked, sitting on the other side of his son.
"I…you don't understand," he answered dejectedly.
"Baby, you know you can tell us anything," Mary said.
"It's not that! I want to tell you but I know what you will want to do and it will be more trouble for everyone involved!" Dean yelled, getting off the bed and he began pacing the room.
"Dean, please, are you involved in something? Are you in trouble?" Mary asked.
"No, it's not me," Dean answered shortly.
"Then why were you so terse with Mr. Harrison tonight? You never met him before," John asked.
"I didn't have to meet him. That man is a bastard!" Dean yelled.
"Why Dean? What's going on? Does this have something to do with Sam and his brother and sister?" Mary asked, slowly rising from the bed, and walked towards him. Dean looked at her quickly before looking in the other direction.
"Does he hit them Dean?" Mary asked. Dean kept his head down, his shoulders sagging and his breathing increased. Mary could see her son battling with the answer, knew she had hit the nail on the head, but she had to give her son time; the boy had to be between a rock and a hard place.
Finally, ever so slowly, Dean shook his head yes. He ran a hand over his tired face and let a long, weary sigh.
"Oh sweetheart, how long have you known?"
"A while…I guess. I walked in the bathroom, and he was fixing the bandages on his back. The bastard whipped him almost to death," Dean said quietly, and his appearance seemed to be one of a deflating balloon. He held out as long as he could but eventually everything inside was realized. "He rarely hurts Elias and Riley, it's typically always Sam."
"I'm going to go call the police," John said, heading for the door. Dean ran to his father and grabbed onto his arm, furthering him from going any further.
"You can't!" He yelled.
"Dean, the man needs to go to jail. He can't do this to his own children!"
"You do this and they will split them all up! I know Sam Dad; he'd rather die than get separated from them!"
"That just might happen if we sit and do nothing!"
"You don't understand!"
"Dean," John said, bringing the screaming match back down to a normal level, "I know your scared for you friend. I understand that. But son, I think deep down inside you know this is the right thing to do. They can't live like this anymore," Dean said, reaching out for his son. Dean stood there and looked from his mother to his father before reluctantly nodding his head.
"What do we do?"
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The sudden impact with the wall made Sam's head woozy. He only had a second to clear his head before his father was on him again.
"So, you think you could have friends did you?" He yelled, punching Sam across the face. "You though t I would never find out your little plan?" "Like mother like son, I guess!" He screamed, punching Sam again in the face. The only reason Sam was standing was because Scott was holding his up by his shirt. "You're pathetic, nothing, scum under my feet!" He bellowed, kneeing Sam in his stomach.
Sam slid to the floor after he was released. Somewhere he heard Riley yelling and crying and Scott screaming at her to shut up or she was next.
"Don't… talk to her… like that!" Sam gasped out, looking into the eyes of his abuser.
"What did you say to me?" Scott screamed and kicked Sam full in the face. Sam screamed out in pain, feeling his nose shattering and his bottom lip being torn two.
"Don't you ever tell me what to do, you hear me!" Scott yelled, kneeling down next to Sam, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt. He lifted him up so Sam was face to face with him.
"You are a selfish, self absorbed bastard," Scott whispered, each word he shook Sam fiercely. "I don't even know why I took your bastard ass in in the first place. All I wanted was your mother, she was a fine piece of ass, that is until she went missing," he said with a laugh. Sam fought weakly against the hold at the mention of his mother but could do nothing to break free.
"Yea…missing," he whispered, earning his a slap across the face.
"She was gonna leave me, take my children with her. She left me with no choice," Scott said, taking off his belt. Sam saw him reach for his belt and did everything he could to get away. But Scott easily over powered him and began to beat Sam with it.
"Pathetic, (smack), weak, (smack), worthless, (smack)," Scott repeated over and over. Sam just laid there screaming in pain, but when he heard the words his "father" had been repeating; he nodded his head and closed his eyes, repeating them as the litany of blows continued.
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Elias was scrambling around the bedroom, looking for some sort of weapon to stop his father with. Riley was sobbing on the bed, calling out for Sammy, but he could do nothing to calm her right now. Elias himself was on the verge of a nervous breakdown; he had never seen that look in his father's eyes like he did tonight. Elias realized that at this moment things could spin further out of control then they ever could, and his beloved brother could actually die. He reached for Sam's coat and looked for the number he had been searching for since they got into the house.
"Dammit!" He yelled frustrated, making Riley cry more. "Ok, Riley, we have to go get help. We need to go to Dean's house, ok!" The little girl nodded, and followed her brother to the window.
"What about Sammy?" She whispered, large alligator tears slipping from her eyes.
"We're coming back for him. I promise."
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John, Mary, and Dean were cleaning the dining room and kitchen from their dinner party from hell when a frantic knocking and yelling outside their front door got their attention. Dean was the first at the door and saw Elias in tears holding a sobbing Riley.
"Dean, you have to help Sam, please," Elias said, panicking and moving back and forth to sooth the sobbing child in his arms.
"Elias, where is he? What's happening?" Dean said, holding onto the young boys arms.
"Dad…he's…he's out of control. I…he never looked…like that before. Please, you have to save him!"
"We will son, don't worry. Dean-"John began but he had already taken off and John ran after them.
"Come in, let's get you warm," Mary said, leading the two children into her house, but giving her boys a worried glance as she closed the door.
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Scott Harrison looked over a bruised, bloody, and broken body before he went down the hall to retrieve his other children. No doubt the police would be here soon and he had to get a move on. As he broke into the bedroom his children stayed, a wave of anger raged over him again when he saw they were gone. Scott screamed in rage and ran back down the hallway. He looked at the body that lay in his family room floor, not sure if it was even alive at this point. He went into the kitchen and took out a bottle of Jack. After taking a shot he brought the bottle back into the room and dumped it all over the body, family room, and hallway. He went into his bedroom and retrieved a few items, one being a lighter. With one more look at the broken body, he tossed this lighter on the alcohol sodden floor and watched it ignite. With a smile, he turned and left.
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Dean was running faster then he ever thought possible, and he was surprised that his father was right next to him. After Elias's shocking confession to him, he didn't exactly know what to find when he arrived at his best friend's house, but he never expected to see this in a million years. The small trailer was engulfed in flames, and smoke billowed out through the broken windows.
"SAM!" He screamed, running towards the house.
"No, I'll get him, call 911!" John yelled, pulling Dean back. The boy watched his father kick down the front door and bravely enter without a second thought. Dean pulled out his cell with shaky hands and relayed the message to the operator. A few moments later, John emerged with Sam in his arms, and Dean froze to his spot. He looked dead, and he could barely hear his father yelling for him over the roar of the fire.
"Dean! He's not breathing, I need your help!" Dean broke out of his trance and went to his father and best friend. "Come on Sam, you can do this!" John said, and Dean could hear the sirens getting closer and closer to where they were.
"Just a few more moments Sam, hang on!" Dean said grabbing Sam's lifeless hand. When the first aide personnel arrived, they ushered Dean and John away from Sam still form and quickly put the boy on a stretcher while the fire team fought the blaze.
"Can I go with him?" Dean asked, running after Sam on the stretcher.
"Yea, come on, hurry!" A young woman said. Dean yelled to his father that he was driving with Sam. John nodded, and yelled that they would all meet him there. Dean sat next to his best friend, hand still firmly grasping his, and the ambulance rocketed towards the hospital.