I own no one but my own people
"Where am I gonna stay?" Calvin muttered half what embarrassed for the tears that were gathering in his eyes when Olivia walked back to him displaying a look of shock, disbelief, and fear all rolled into one. "I don't… I don't have any other family," he admitted.
He saw Olivia glance down at the paper before she looked back up at him. She swallowed in fear and a weak smile grew on her features. "You're gonna be staying with me until your mom get's back."
Calvin and Olivia looked at one another, her words terrifying both of them for very different reasons.
Calvin repeated her words, unsure if he had heard them right or not. "I'm gonna stay with you?"
Olivia took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah. Your mom gave me permission to let you live with me until we find her."
"When are you gonna find her?" Calvin asked. He saw Olivia look back at Elliot for what appeared to be help but all he could do was shrug wordlessly.
Olivia turned back to him and let out a soft sigh. "Soon, Calvin… I promise we're going to find her very soon, okay?"
Calvin nodded, knowing in his heart that she was just saying that to make him feel better about his own mother abandoning him. How could she have just left him there? How could she not love him enough to want to keep him?
Calvin wiped his eyes with the back of his coat sleeve and nodded at Olivia's previous words for both of their benefits.
Olivia saw the hesitation and skepticism in his eyes and she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as she sat back down in her chair. "Honey, listen to me," said Olivia in a soft soothing voice. "I promise I am going to find your mother okay? I have never broken a promise to anyone in my life and I don't intend to start with you."
Calvin took a deep shuddering breath in an attempt to control his tears and nodded as he looked up at the woman before him. "Okay…"
Calvin started awake and gasped as an overwhelming pain over took his entire body. His wrists felt like they had been snapped in half, his thighs and legs burned, and his stomach felt bruised and sore. But all of those injuries were mild compared to the pain in his stomach and on his backside. It felt like he had been ripped in two…
He let out a sob and at once flipped over onto his stomach to relieve some of the pain but his midsection hurt as well. Mark had pulled and twisted as hard as he could down there, laughing every time Calvin screamed bloody murder.
But he would rather die than lay down on his back again so he suffered through the pain that made him want to scrub his own skin off. When he felt a warm sticky liquid on him Mark pulled whatever was inside of him out and took several long deep breaths.
After an hour or so when Mark seemed to grow tired, Calvin through it was the end, that he would either be killed or forced to go back to the small little cell he had slept in before. But when Mark threw him onto the bed and cuffed his hands to the rail once more, Calvin couldn't handle it. He was awake for the first push but then he passed out.
He was surprised, however, he could even move at all much less manage to twist all the way around. But what was more surprising was that he wasn't on the soft comfortable full sized bed anymore but instead was on the miserable lumpy box spring and mattress that he had slept on with they first got there.
Calvin gagged at the taste of the foul liquid Mark had forced him to swallow when he shoved his private parts in his mouth. He closed his eyes as he felt his stomach lurch and he heaved over on the side of the bed, emptying his stomach of anything that had been in his stomach the past day.
He collapsed against the bed on his stomach again surprising himself when he felt something wet and sticky underneath him. He put a shaking hand under his chest and pulled it out, gasping at the thick red liquid that covered his hand.
Blood.
Calvin let out a sob as he wiped the blood desperately on his pants leg only to find out his only covering was a thin white sheet.
"I didn't want to dress you," a soft breaking voice told him.
Calvin let out a mild shout of terror and turned towards the source of the voice.
Javier was sitting up against the wall with his knees pressed up against his chest. His eyes were red and puffy and it looked like he crying for hours on end. "I tried to stop them," he choked out. "I swear I did, they didn't listen! Oh, God, I'm so sorry!"
Calvin looked at him in wonderment and shock. Javier was thirteen and looked like he weighed 90 pounds soaking wet with not an ounce of muscle tone to him… Did he really expect Calvin to become angry or hurt that he wasn't able to take on two grown men with guns who looked like they could have been body builders?
Calvin propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at him. "I don't… Javier, I don't blame you. I mean they had guns…"
Javier shook his head at Calvin's words. "You didn't deserve it! You're too good for this! It's my fault, I should have stopped them!"
Calvin shut his eyes and let out a sob at Javier's words. He didn't want Javier to blame himself for this. He knew it had been all his fault. Mark had told him when he was causing him the most pain. He shoved something inside of him and after about thirty minutes of the worst pain Calvin had ever experienced, hoping he would kill him after so that he wouldn't have to live with the pain anymore, Mark leaned down ant grunted that if Calvin hadn't of been such a horrible person he wouldn't be put through this.
If Calvin hadn't of teased Mark in the shower he wouldn't have had to do it.
It was Calvin's fault Mark had done those horrible things to him and he didn't want Javier blaming himself when it was Calvin's fault.
"It's not your fault, it's mine," Calvin muttered as tears filed his eyes. "I made them do it, I caused it, you didn't."
Javier looked up from the floor and surprised Calvin with the furious glare. "This is NOT your fault! Don't you ever think that!"
"But Mark said-."
"They're lying! This wasn't your fault! Don't you ever believe that!"
Javier closed his eyes Calvin's eyes narrowed in confusion as Javier began speaking another language Calvin had no hopes of understanding.
The words seemed to calm him down however and when Javier opened his eyes and looked back at Calvin with a calming serenity in his eyes. "They told me that the first few times and I believed it too. But one of the older ones, the one they had along for a while asked me if they had done that same thing to your mother, would you say she deserved it?"
"No!" Calvin shouted, haunted by the very idea that Olivia could do anything to warrant the pain he had experienced. He would die before Olivia did something bad period much less bad enough to be forced through what he was forced through.
Even though Vivian had drank, done drugs, and abandoned him, he knew she didn't deserve a fraction of his pain either.
"Well then why do you deserve it?"
Calvin looked down at the floor for a moment before he turned towards Javier and nodded his words sinking through. "Okay…"
Javier gave him a slightly teary smile before he got up and walked over to him and kneeled down by his bedside. "The pain won't last forever," he muttered as he looked at the blood that was now soaking through the sheet. "Two or three months, you won't even feel it anymore."
Calvin shook his head. "I told you I'm not gonna be here a month. I'm gonna get out of here."
Javier sighed sadly and shook his head. "No you're not. I know you think your cop friend is gonna come save you but every time they get wind of a cop coming, and they always do, they move us to some shack up the road and they never know where to look for us. It's not gonna happen."
"Yes I will!" Calvin shouted as tears filled his eyes. "I can't-, I can't go through that again! It hurt so bad and I can't do it! Even if Olivia doesn't rescue me I'll find a way out, but I would rather die than have that happen again!"
"Calvin, listen to me," Javier began softly but two sets of loud footsteps walking down the corridor interrupted him.
"No!" Calvin sobbed as he pulled the blanket around him tighter. "Not again! Please not again!"
"Wait a second," Javier muttered as he held up a hand to silence him. "They may be taking another boy or they may be giving us food…"
His friend's words did little for him and Calvin continued to sob softly. "I can't! I can't do it again, please! Not again!"
Javier remained silent as he heard the two voices talking outside the locked door.
"I can't believe that little bitch passed out," one of them men sneered.
"Mark was pretty rough on him," said another man's voice. While he didn't say it with compassion, he did say it as if he were in a logical mundane debate. "I almost wanted to tell him to take it easy."
"These faggots like to watch and look at little kids getting fucked rough up down, soft, whatever floats their nasty boats and that's what the site provides. You're just saying he was rough on him 'cause the kid looks like a fucking angel."
"Well whatever. I still think its bull shit that they still gotta take pictures when they're not even uploading anything right now."
"Have you looked at the news in the last few hours?" the first man scoffed in disbelief. "That little boy we just took about two hundred pictures and about an hour of video of is plastered all over the national, not just New York, but the fucking national news, he's being labeled a cops 'son', the NYPD is offering a god damn 25,000 reward, the fucking cop bitch released a statement saying she promised she wouldn't sleep until he was found and she would do whatever she had to do to get him back, the fucking bald guy said no one in his precinct was even allowed to take a piss pretty much until the kid's found, SHE's offering a personal reward of like 1,000…
We upload his photo or video onto our website, I don't care how good Timer's got the site protected, they're going to trace it and we won't find out until they're kicking in our door and we're put in prison labeled kiddy fuckers."
Calvin gasped at the speech he had overheard. Olivia was looking for him. They all were. She promised she was going to do any and everything they could to get him back to her… She was going to rescue him again.
Javier's eyes widened as he looked over at Calvin. A slow smile grew on his light brown face. "She's gonna find you. You're gonna be saved…"
"We both will," Calvin promised. "She's gonna save both of us."
The two managed two very soft grins towards one another that grew even larger when they heard the two men walk past their doorway.
The two boys were safe… for now.
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