"What?"
Derek was shocked at first when he heard the story from Philip, but he was getting angry now. Those damned social workers. How could they think he would do anything to hurt the man he thought of like a son? He wasn't Jonathan Boyle, but according to the computer, Nick was seventeen, a boy without parents, living with a friend of the family and was beaten very regular. His lawyer was afraid of the media and their reaction. Derek remembered the words he said to him. "You'd better hope for the best. Hope that the Boyle kid is on your side or else you will be facing prison."
What if Nick wasn't on his side? No, he couldn't do that to Derek, or could he? He didn't know. All he cared for now was to get Nick back, one way or the other!
Nick was feeling awful. His jaw was hurting like hell and now he was taken with some kind of social worker who said that he'll be placed in a foster family for the time being. Shit, he wanted to run away from this all, but now he was trapped, with nowhere to go. And he had to go to some stupid trial, to figure out who his legal supervisor was. Why didn't they take him to the castle? Why didn't they answer his questions about Derek and the others? They just gave him a really sad look and said nothing. Nick knew why. Derek didn't want him anymore, just like his father had hated him. And now he was placed with awful people, saying what a gorgeous boy he was and how polite he was. Fuck them, with their fake smiles. They were getting paid good to take care of him. And he didn't trust that guy. The other kids who were sitting at the kitchen table quietly, two boys and a girl, were afraid of him. Nick could see that, he could recognise it easily. I'll kill the guy if he laid one finger on him or the other children, Nick swore quietly to himself, not completely knowing how he could think like that.
That evening he went to bed early, not wanting to talk to the other kids, he already felt miserable, no need to feel even more if the kids started to talk. The woman came to say good night with a sad smile, tears unshed in her warm brown eyes.
"Lock your door every night, my boy. It's saver that way." Nick frowned at those words, watching as she walked away without looking back. What did she mean by that? But he understood why later that night. He shared his room with one of the boys, who refused to lock the door, because then they would be in trouble. What trouble he wouldn't tell Nick, but it was obvious it was big trouble. With a dreaded feeling Nick settled in for sleep, though he couldn't help himself as he kept glancing to younger occupant of the room. He woke up later, maybe only a few hours, when he heard some muffled moans coming from the bed beside him. He looked up immediately and saw something that filled him with an incredible rage. The man, that so called father, was standing over the boy and was caressing that lithe body of the frightened kid. The poor boy was only wearing his shorts and the big eyes were filled with fear. Nick reacted in an instant, not thinking about his own safety for one minute. The man was surprised at first when his new foster kid pounded against him, hitting him with all the force that kid possessed, but the man shook Nick of with ease, he was bigger, taller and heavier than Nick. His face lightened up in amusement, holding the smaller young man by the shoulders.
"Look at this, a knight in shining armour coming to the rescue. What's the matter pretty boy? Don't like what you see? To bad, cause you'll be getting the same." And when he said that he gave Nick a blow to his ribs. And again Nick heard a crack, knowing he had another fracture or two. The man just smiled.
"So beautiful and yet so full of anger. I do like you."
Nick froze when he felt the hands of the man touching him; the hands tore away his shirt and hit him in
the stomach. The man laughed, an evil and low sound. "Now we're gonna have some fun Nicky boy. I bet you like it!"
Nick closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when the pain started, but it never came. He looked up in surprise when he saw the man lying on the floor, unconsciousness. The other boy held a club in his
hands. "If you want to stay a virgin, you'd better run. You're not safe here."
"But what about you? And the others? You can come with me."
The boy shook his head. "He's our father and if we leave, he'll beat up our mother. We won't leave her."
And so Nick fled, with no possessions and only the clothes he wore. He didn't know where to go; he had nobody to go to, so he just ran. Away from the pain, away from the sorrow away to a place he could call home.
Derek was shocked at first when he heard the story from Philip, but he was getting angry now. Those damned social workers. How could they think he would do anything to hurt the man he thought of like a son? He wasn't Jonathan Boyle, but according to the computer, Nick was seventeen, a boy without parents, living with a friend of the family and was beaten very regular. His lawyer was afraid of the media and their reaction. Derek remembered the words he said to him. "You'd better hope for the best. Hope that the Boyle kid is on your side or else you will be facing prison."
What if Nick wasn't on his side? No, he couldn't do that to Derek, or could he? He didn't know. All he cared for now was to get Nick back, one way or the other!
Nick was feeling awful. His jaw was hurting like hell and now he was taken with some kind of social worker who said that he'll be placed in a foster family for the time being. Shit, he wanted to run away from this all, but now he was trapped, with nowhere to go. And he had to go to some stupid trial, to figure out who his legal supervisor was. Why didn't they take him to the castle? Why didn't they answer his questions about Derek and the others? They just gave him a really sad look and said nothing. Nick knew why. Derek didn't want him anymore, just like his father had hated him. And now he was placed with awful people, saying what a gorgeous boy he was and how polite he was. Fuck them, with their fake smiles. They were getting paid good to take care of him. And he didn't trust that guy. The other kids who were sitting at the kitchen table quietly, two boys and a girl, were afraid of him. Nick could see that, he could recognise it easily. I'll kill the guy if he laid one finger on him or the other children, Nick swore quietly to himself, not completely knowing how he could think like that.
That evening he went to bed early, not wanting to talk to the other kids, he already felt miserable, no need to feel even more if the kids started to talk. The woman came to say good night with a sad smile, tears unshed in her warm brown eyes.
"Lock your door every night, my boy. It's saver that way." Nick frowned at those words, watching as she walked away without looking back. What did she mean by that? But he understood why later that night. He shared his room with one of the boys, who refused to lock the door, because then they would be in trouble. What trouble he wouldn't tell Nick, but it was obvious it was big trouble. With a dreaded feeling Nick settled in for sleep, though he couldn't help himself as he kept glancing to younger occupant of the room. He woke up later, maybe only a few hours, when he heard some muffled moans coming from the bed beside him. He looked up immediately and saw something that filled him with an incredible rage. The man, that so called father, was standing over the boy and was caressing that lithe body of the frightened kid. The poor boy was only wearing his shorts and the big eyes were filled with fear. Nick reacted in an instant, not thinking about his own safety for one minute. The man was surprised at first when his new foster kid pounded against him, hitting him with all the force that kid possessed, but the man shook Nick of with ease, he was bigger, taller and heavier than Nick. His face lightened up in amusement, holding the smaller young man by the shoulders.
"Look at this, a knight in shining armour coming to the rescue. What's the matter pretty boy? Don't like what you see? To bad, cause you'll be getting the same." And when he said that he gave Nick a blow to his ribs. And again Nick heard a crack, knowing he had another fracture or two. The man just smiled.
"So beautiful and yet so full of anger. I do like you."
Nick froze when he felt the hands of the man touching him; the hands tore away his shirt and hit him in
the stomach. The man laughed, an evil and low sound. "Now we're gonna have some fun Nicky boy. I bet you like it!"
Nick closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when the pain started, but it never came. He looked up in surprise when he saw the man lying on the floor, unconsciousness. The other boy held a club in his
hands. "If you want to stay a virgin, you'd better run. You're not safe here."
"But what about you? And the others? You can come with me."
The boy shook his head. "He's our father and if we leave, he'll beat up our mother. We won't leave her."
And so Nick fled, with no possessions and only the clothes he wore. He didn't know where to go; he had nobody to go to, so he just ran. Away from the pain, away from the sorrow away to a place he could call home.