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Chapter Fourteen:

Paul stood in front of Reggie's house, his head on Gary's chest. He hadn't managed to pry himself from that safe spot since the night before. He was shaking with nerves, unable to control himself any longer.

"Gary, what if… what if Reggie can't go to college-"

"Everything will work out, I promise." Gary said nuzzling the small trainer who was trembling horribly. Paul breathed in and walked towards his house, waving goodbye to Gary.

"I'll… call you later…."

He left Gary and walked up to his front porch. Knocking on the door, he waited, still shaking for his brother to answer.

The door opened and his brother stepped out. "Paul! What are you doing here?" Behind him, Paul noticed that Brandon was there as well. "Brandon was just here to check up on me, he can drive you home after. Come in!"

Paul slowly walked in, he kept his arms close to his chest and tried to control his breathing. Why was Brandon here….. why now….. He flinched as he walked past. They sat down in the living room.

"Reggie… I need to tell you something important."

Both Brandon and Reggie found this interesting.

"What kind of important thing?" Reggie said frowning slightly at Paul's serious tone.

"I-" he couldn't say anymore, he covered his face with his hands, trying to hide from the other two people in the room. "I-"

"What's wrong Paul-"

The doorbell suddenly rang. Paul wasn't sure if he was happy for the distraction or not. Mostly it just made him even more nervous. Reggie shrugged and smiled sheepishly his apology before getting up and going to the door. He heard voices, greetings exchanged and the door closed. Reggie was not alone when he came back into the room.

Mr. Faulk followed him, smirking. Paul's breath hitched and he closed his eyes to try and avoid the stare he was receiving. His body began to tremble even more fiercely.

"Have a seat. Paul, I think you know Mr. Faulk." Reggie said, oblivious to his brother's sudden fear. "He has recently become my college counselor. He'll be checking up on me every once in a while. He works with cases similar to ours…. You know, with low money but with honor grades…" He motioned to the space on the couch next to Paul. "Have a seat, sir." The older brother remained unaware of how little Paul was breathing.

Mr. Faulk took a seat next to Paul, a little closer then was necessary. Paul felt his nose flinch at the familiar…. Musty smell. He kept his vision straight ahead, trying to keep his focus on Brandon and Reggie.

"Paul, stop being rude, greet our guest." Reggie said, tilting his head slightly in confusion. His brother may be slightly… cruel and rude at times…. But he usually had good manners to elders.

Without looking at him, Paul mumbled a few words. Reggie frowned. His brother was never this shy….

"At least look at him," Brandon muttered. Swallowing, his chest retracting Paul glanced at Mr. Faulk.

"H-hello sir." He nearly whispered.

"Paul, it's…. been to long…" He raised his hand and placed it around the boy's shoulders, giving him a slight embrace. He withdrew slowly, letting his hand run across Paul's lower back. Paul nearly jumped forward, but managed to remain where he was. He nodded quickly.

"So, Paul, what did you want to tell us?"

He felt Mr. Faulk turn sharply to him. His throat tightened slightly and he closed he squeezed his eyes shut.

'Nothing Reggie…. Forget about it…."

He opened his eyes and looked up to see Reggie and Brandon watching him. His brother was frowning, worried. He tried to smile but he couldn't bring himself to.

He stood up quickly.

"I'm going to get going Reggie… I um… I want to go train Torterra if that's ok."

Reggie nodded and Paul exited the room as quickly as he could. He then turned back to Mr. Faulk. "So what did you come for?"

"Just to make sure you were doing well on the paperwork. I'll… get going as well if you would excuse me."

"Of course." Reggie nodded, walking him out.

Paul fast walked down the side walk. What was he supposed to do now? He was directly involved with the process now, he couldn't tell Reggie. He stopped walking. But Dawn's going to say something if you don't….

A hand grabbed his shoulder spinning his sore body around. He stared up at the furious face of Mr. Faulk.

"Think it's funny to mess with me? You were going to tell Reggie weren't you…." He punched Paul across the face, causing him to fall to the floor roughly. "You think I'm an idiot? You're worthless." he grabbed Paul's wrist, twisting it, causing the trainer to cry out in pain. "I hurt you so easily…. It's pathetic you know, all of it. You're so easy to control… when are you going to learn that the only person who matters in life is yourself? Your brother is your weakness. As you can easily tell, your weakness can be controlled." He dug his other hands nails into Paul's neck, scratching him deeply. "You better come up with some excuse for how you got these marks, I ain't doing your make up anymore." He slapped him, allowing the nails to leave four long scratches across Paul's face.

Paul tried to get a grip on the ground, tried to push him off of him. His intention was fully to hurt, nothing else. He was getting pleasure with every struggle he received. He couldn't bring himself to stop though, he just continued to fight the urge to scream. The hands pounded his thin body over and over again, leaving bruises and scratches all over him. His fighting just increased the hits and he was unable to stop it.

Lips met his, but you could hardly call it a kiss. They simply tore at his heavily damaged skin and purposely drew blood. He felt the hands work their way under his shirt and scratch his delicate stomach. Finally the assault stopped.

"We can't finish this here, you're coming home with me, Shinji." He got up the bravery to reply-

"N-no."

"What did you say?"

"N-n-no, I won-n-t!" he shouted, desperately fighting for his freedom. He found himself thrown over a shoulder, being carried towards a car.

"Get inside." He didn't have much of a choice, he was thrown in roughly, with no care to how he landed. He tried to open the door but it was locked. Mr. Faulk got in the front seat, furiously, he began to drive. "When we get there, you're going to be sorry you ever got involved with me, Paul Shinji…."

He had no way out, so he simply huddled in the corner, terrified. He kept his eyes shut and his arms wrapped around his knees. He was so sore….

He heard the car stop and the door open, before he could even look up a hand grabbed him by the hair. He was pulled out of the car, thrown over the shoulder again, the hands roughly beginning to dig their nails into his narrow hips.

The door was kicked open, and he was quickly taken into the bedroom where he was thrown to the ground next to the bed. Laying there, he curled into himself, hoping to protect his already damaged body.

No such luck. His wrists were grabbed and forced above his head and tied quickly, so tightly that his circulation was cut off. The end of the rope was then tied to the bed tightly, keeping his movements to a very small amount of area.

Paul attempted to pull himself upright by kicking, trying to brace himself against the bed, but was unable as hands dragged him back down to the ground.

'I'll be right back Paulie, I just want to go get my… tools."

Paul struggled hopelessly with the harsh bindings as he left the room. He tried getting to his pokeballs on his belt but was unable. At one point he just screamed names, every person he knew would help him.

"Reggie! Torterra! Brandon! …. Gary! Anyone help!" He pulled frantically trying to knock Torterra's ball off his belt. His loyal starter wouldn't let anything happen to him.

Just as he thought he might have it, the door to the bedroom opened again. Mr. Faulk entered, smirking cruelly. Paul wasn't sure what was in the box he carried, but he was excited about it. He kneeled down next to the purple trainer, breathing harshly. He opened it and pulled out first a simple bottle of whisky. He opened it and took a swig, downing part of the burning liquid. Gasping, he put it aside.

He reached into the box again and pulled out a lighter and several different shaped knives. He lay them down beside him before taking out a cigarette. Blowing the smoke into Paul's face, he smirked down at the vulnerable trainer.

"Enjoying yourself?" he said teasingly. His hand stroked his purple hair. "It'll only get better. I promise."

He twirled the cigarette in his fingers before taking out a knife. He sliced through the front of Paul's shirt, ripping it off him roughly. He then took the cigarette and pressed it to his right nipple.

It hurt. No it did more than that, it was agony. Paul screamed and began to struggle again but the larger man sat down on top of him, pinning his bottom half to the ground.

"You're going to pay, Paul Shinji. I swear that, I also promise you that even though this is over, I can already tell that, your brother will not get into any college… I can assure you of that…" he growled softly. "And I'll leave my mark. When I'm done, no one will EVER be able to touch you again. You won't let them." His finger nails traced over Paul's burned skin and he took out the lighter again, simply grazing his stomach with the flame. "I already know that I've lost. I don't think I can hide the marks to these…. And more than just Gary know, am I right?" he whispered. "Yes it is over Paul, but it is far from forgotten. You'll tell, or people will find out. But I have one more deal to offer you…."

He leaned in close to Paul's ear, biting it softly before whispering. "Your brother will still have a chance if after this, you let me run. You don't tell them anything. All you have to do is stay silent. Do you understand? Silent…." He smirked. "Think about it, but right now, I have much more….. important things to do."

He reached for the knife and began to carve into Paul's chest random lines and shapes. He enjoyed to teen's harsh screaming, but smiled darkly, knowing that within a few moments, the screams would increase.

He got the bottle of whiskey, and very carefully poured it over Paul's horrible damaged chest.

The teen fainted from pain soon after.

…

Paul woke up, his entire body on fire. Mr. Faulk sat in the corner, waiting.

"Good, you're awake… now why don't we get this started shall we?"

He removed his own shirt, before reaching for his belt buckle, pulling his pants down. After stripping completely, he approached Paul. Paul locked his eyes shut but felt his pants pull off and hands remove his underwear.

Nothing followed for the next minute, and for a moment, Paul thought that he had left. Opening his eyes, he looked up-

His legs were forced apart, his lips attacked. With no preparation, he was roughly shoved in to.

As he screamed and cried he managed to hear one thing as his body went numb. His phone had a voice message ringing from it.

Paul, this is Gary. You told me you would call me and I got worried when you didn't. Hope you're ok, call me when you can.

Paul tried once again to rip himself from the terrorizing experience, tried to separate his mind from his body….

It made no difference now. He couldn't feel anything except for the blood that poured down his legs.

It didn't matter.

Not even Gary would touch him now, no. This was where he reached his breaking point.