Tortured mind
By Natta
Summary: Sequel to Abnormal Relations. After Beka being heavily abused, the crew has to figure out who did this and why. Meanwhile, the abuse continues in silence. Beka/Dylan, sort of.
~Trance~
Tears are slowly running down my cheek as I watch my friend on the biobed. She is unconscious and has been heavily abused. I'm not sure whether to tell her this or not, but she came very close to dying. She has a bad concussion and her skull came close to cracking. One more hit and it probably would have. She has more broken ribs than I can count and bruising and cuts are all over her. Some of them didn't come from tonight though, which worries me a lot. Beka's looked like she's been through a boxing round every day for a long time. No one ever walks into that many doors, it's just impossible! I've been reluctant to face my own suspicions but...what if it's Dylan? I know, I know, it sounds silly but all the signs are there. I mean, he's the one she spends most time in private with, and all this started just after they lost the baby.
But Dylan, abusing her? That just sounds too unrealistic. He loves her! I saw the way they were practically glowing at the check-ups for the baby. But then again, he didn't once come to visit her when she was in med bay after the miscarriage. What if that was some kind of turning point? Somehow, his relationship to her just changed. But he seems so nice...suddenly I hear a moan from the bed and rush to Beka's side, quickly stopping her from getting up.
"Easy. You were lucky you know, but you still have broken ribs a little here and there and a severe concussion. Try to lie down." She does, and doesn't seem as if to say anything, so I continue instead.
"Who attacked you Beka?" She looks horrified, her eyes wide.
"I...can't remember," she stutters. I've never heard Beka stutter before. I sigh, knowing that what she tells me is not the whole truth.
"Is it Dylan?" She shakes her head wildly, looking mortified and then squeezing her eyes shut and giving a gasp of pain at the probably overwhelming pain in her head. I am quick with giving her a painkiller and she calms down, opening her eyes again.
"Beka if it wasn't him.how come you've been bruised every day for a year? That's just unrealistic." She avoids my gaze, but I can see tears springing to her eyes.
"It's just me being really clumsy, okay?" I sigh desperatly and walk away from her. I don't know what to do.
I cast a glance to the door. I wonder if her loving boyfriend is going to show up soon?
~Beka~
I know Trance is watching me. And I know she knows I'm lying. But I couldn't tell her the truth. It would destroy all of us. It's better with just me suffering than all of us. I hurt everywhere and I don't think Trance exaggerated on all the broken ribs. Just when I think "I hope Dylan doesn't come" the doors opens and I just know it's him.
"Beka!" His tone sounds seriously concerned and despaired, but I know it's false. Please Trance, don't let him take me!!! I feel the strong arms I know so painfully well pull me up and I squeal in pain as he touches the broken ribs.
"I'm taking her back to our quarters." I recognise that tone. You don't argue against it. Trance just nods, and I don't resist of course. Just hoping he'll leave me alone now to heal up a little bit. Maybe he will.
We get to our quarters and surprisingly enough he gently puts me down on the bed. He gently takes off my clothes, being careful not to hurt me any further. Okay. We are playing this game. Fine with me, but not one of the loving gestures he does is real. Soon I'm left naked and I shiver from the cold before he pulls the quilt over me. He quickly undresses and slids down next to me. I close my eyes, trying to block out the pain. I just want to sleep, to go away from everything. I hear the blissful silence for a few moments and I just want to slip away.
"You know what I want to do right now?" Dylan says and strokes my arm. I just turn my head and look at him. I have a feeling I don't want to hear this. He moves up over me and I gasp in pain as he brushes past one of the broken bones.
"Please Dylan," I whisper, "I hurt really bad." A whimper escapes me as he enters anyway. I think he founds pleasure in the fact that I am completely dry when he moves inside me. He feels better when he knows I don't like it. He makes firm contact with my injuries and my head is throbbing unmercifully. He makes one last thrust and then spills his seed inside me. I give a whimper as he pulls away, dropping down his body on the bed. I wonder what I have done to deserve this nightmare.
And for the first time in my life, I wish I were dead.
~Trance~
"Andromeda," I call out, "would you please ask your avatar to come down here."
"She's on her way," the disembodied voice says. Soon Rommie enters. "You wanted to speak with me." I nod and ask her to sit down. After she does, I look at her shyly and sighs.
"It's about Beka. I think.I think it's Dylan who's hurting her." Rommie's eyes widen and she stands up.
"That's.ridicolous," she spits out, "Dylan would never hurt anyone like that!" I desperatly look at her.
"Rommie.I don't want to think that either, but how else could she have got hurt like that?"
"Well, maybe it is like she says." I snort, throwing up my arms.
"She walked into a door? Come on that's the oldest one in the book!" Rommie shrugs.
"Well.but Dylan hurting her?" I lean down, looking closer at her.
"Rommie.Beka was just brought in here with broken ribs and a concussion. Her skull was almost broken. Do you really think that could happen from walking into a door?" Rommie looks down and if I didn't know it was impossible, I'd swear there were tears in her eyes."
"Well," she says, "if Beka says he's not doing anything."
"But come on," I scream, tears running down my cheeks. She rises abruptly.
"I'm sorry," she says as she leaves the room.
By Natta
Summary: Sequel to Abnormal Relations. After Beka being heavily abused, the crew has to figure out who did this and why. Meanwhile, the abuse continues in silence. Beka/Dylan, sort of.
~Trance~
Tears are slowly running down my cheek as I watch my friend on the biobed. She is unconscious and has been heavily abused. I'm not sure whether to tell her this or not, but she came very close to dying. She has a bad concussion and her skull came close to cracking. One more hit and it probably would have. She has more broken ribs than I can count and bruising and cuts are all over her. Some of them didn't come from tonight though, which worries me a lot. Beka's looked like she's been through a boxing round every day for a long time. No one ever walks into that many doors, it's just impossible! I've been reluctant to face my own suspicions but...what if it's Dylan? I know, I know, it sounds silly but all the signs are there. I mean, he's the one she spends most time in private with, and all this started just after they lost the baby.
But Dylan, abusing her? That just sounds too unrealistic. He loves her! I saw the way they were practically glowing at the check-ups for the baby. But then again, he didn't once come to visit her when she was in med bay after the miscarriage. What if that was some kind of turning point? Somehow, his relationship to her just changed. But he seems so nice...suddenly I hear a moan from the bed and rush to Beka's side, quickly stopping her from getting up.
"Easy. You were lucky you know, but you still have broken ribs a little here and there and a severe concussion. Try to lie down." She does, and doesn't seem as if to say anything, so I continue instead.
"Who attacked you Beka?" She looks horrified, her eyes wide.
"I...can't remember," she stutters. I've never heard Beka stutter before. I sigh, knowing that what she tells me is not the whole truth.
"Is it Dylan?" She shakes her head wildly, looking mortified and then squeezing her eyes shut and giving a gasp of pain at the probably overwhelming pain in her head. I am quick with giving her a painkiller and she calms down, opening her eyes again.
"Beka if it wasn't him.how come you've been bruised every day for a year? That's just unrealistic." She avoids my gaze, but I can see tears springing to her eyes.
"It's just me being really clumsy, okay?" I sigh desperatly and walk away from her. I don't know what to do.
I cast a glance to the door. I wonder if her loving boyfriend is going to show up soon?
~Beka~
I know Trance is watching me. And I know she knows I'm lying. But I couldn't tell her the truth. It would destroy all of us. It's better with just me suffering than all of us. I hurt everywhere and I don't think Trance exaggerated on all the broken ribs. Just when I think "I hope Dylan doesn't come" the doors opens and I just know it's him.
"Beka!" His tone sounds seriously concerned and despaired, but I know it's false. Please Trance, don't let him take me!!! I feel the strong arms I know so painfully well pull me up and I squeal in pain as he touches the broken ribs.
"I'm taking her back to our quarters." I recognise that tone. You don't argue against it. Trance just nods, and I don't resist of course. Just hoping he'll leave me alone now to heal up a little bit. Maybe he will.
We get to our quarters and surprisingly enough he gently puts me down on the bed. He gently takes off my clothes, being careful not to hurt me any further. Okay. We are playing this game. Fine with me, but not one of the loving gestures he does is real. Soon I'm left naked and I shiver from the cold before he pulls the quilt over me. He quickly undresses and slids down next to me. I close my eyes, trying to block out the pain. I just want to sleep, to go away from everything. I hear the blissful silence for a few moments and I just want to slip away.
"You know what I want to do right now?" Dylan says and strokes my arm. I just turn my head and look at him. I have a feeling I don't want to hear this. He moves up over me and I gasp in pain as he brushes past one of the broken bones.
"Please Dylan," I whisper, "I hurt really bad." A whimper escapes me as he enters anyway. I think he founds pleasure in the fact that I am completely dry when he moves inside me. He feels better when he knows I don't like it. He makes firm contact with my injuries and my head is throbbing unmercifully. He makes one last thrust and then spills his seed inside me. I give a whimper as he pulls away, dropping down his body on the bed. I wonder what I have done to deserve this nightmare.
And for the first time in my life, I wish I were dead.
~Trance~
"Andromeda," I call out, "would you please ask your avatar to come down here."
"She's on her way," the disembodied voice says. Soon Rommie enters. "You wanted to speak with me." I nod and ask her to sit down. After she does, I look at her shyly and sighs.
"It's about Beka. I think.I think it's Dylan who's hurting her." Rommie's eyes widen and she stands up.
"That's.ridicolous," she spits out, "Dylan would never hurt anyone like that!" I desperatly look at her.
"Rommie.I don't want to think that either, but how else could she have got hurt like that?"
"Well, maybe it is like she says." I snort, throwing up my arms.
"She walked into a door? Come on that's the oldest one in the book!" Rommie shrugs.
"Well.but Dylan hurting her?" I lean down, looking closer at her.
"Rommie.Beka was just brought in here with broken ribs and a concussion. Her skull was almost broken. Do you really think that could happen from walking into a door?" Rommie looks down and if I didn't know it was impossible, I'd swear there were tears in her eyes."
"Well," she says, "if Beka says he's not doing anything."
"But come on," I scream, tears running down my cheeks. She rises abruptly.
"I'm sorry," she says as she leaves the room.