"I'm so tired of everything!"
It felt really weird to be walking home in the morning. But then again, everything felt really weird. The fact that he was kicked out of school at age seven, the fact that his parents had separated because of him, the fact that he could bend darkness at his very fingertips. Nothing seemed right anymore. 'Why can't some other kid be lucky and have this stupid ability, not me.' Yes, it was a bad thought, this could be happening to some other child. But Tom was just so sick of being looked down upon, he didn't really care at the moment. As long as things were back the way they used to be between him and his family, his teachers, his classmates.
Rather than taking a turn at the corner of the street which led to his house, Tom paused. He instead kept on moving, coming up on the city park. It was unoccupied at the moment, nothing but a few squirrels and birds romping about. Good. Tom trudged up the path, stepping off into the grass. He then dropped his bag, watching a few of the contents spill out.
Thud. Ebony hues were now watching the clear blue sky, not a cloud was to spoil the brilliant artwork. He lay sprawled out, the soft green grass tickling his face and bare arms. He wiggled his booted feet slightly, a small smile playing upon his pale lips. If only he could just lay like this forever and not have to worry about anything. Life seemed so much simpler when you were just watching the animals. He closed his eyes momentarily. In no real hurry to go home, he decided that he would just sit and listen to the nature play games for right now.
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The next time he opened his black eyes it was clearly evident that time had passed him by. The once clear sky was now painted shades of violet and the clouds were foaming over the stars. . . Stars? Tom immediately jumped to his feet, quickly stuffing his junk back into his bag. He was going to get it now, first kicked from school and now showing up at home far later than he should! Had his mother even worried about him? Probably not. Perhaps she'd only wondered where her beating tool had gone of to. No matter now, because Tom hurriedly pulled the straps up over his shoulders and jogged on home.
Upon reaching his door breathlessly he scooted inside. His eyes quickly scanned to find his mom, but she was no where in sight. That was a good thing. Maybe she had gone out drinking tonight. But no, her car was in the driveway. Perhaps she'd gone with a friend? Or maybe a new man that she was after. Tom huffed as he moved through the living room dropping his backpack behind him, but he didn't get very far. Seated at the kitchen table was indeed, his mother. That was surprising, he was sure she'd be screaming at him the moment he had stepped through the door. He blinked.
"Thomas, where were you?"
The evil was hidden in her voice, it actually sounded somewhat sympathetic. Tom's black brows arched. "I fell asleep at the park," he answered truthfully.
She moved from the chair, the wood scraping across the tiled floor. Tom took a backwards step. "I was really worried about you." Tom shook his head. Seriously? "After yesterday I thought you would just leave. . . I'm so glad you didn't."
At this point, Tom was lost. She didn't want to kill him - instead she kneeled before him, her hands caressing his face slightly. He pulled away at first, frightened. This wasn't like her. But maybe she was actually worried. Maybe she did care. Come to think of it, his soul ached just to be hugged by his mother. He allowed himself to fall forward into her arms, her hands pulling him in close.
"No matter what, Thomas, I'll always love you."
He sniffed slightly. "Did school call, mum?" She might love him, but he was sure that it wouldn't be for long, not after she heard the news of today. She nodded.
"Yes. But we can find you another school. One where people don't know you yet and you can start over." She stood, ushering Tom back towards the couch.
Start over? This was way too much for young Tom to understand right now. No doubt this was what he had wanted, but there was just no possible way any of it could be true. He stumbled backwards, tripping over his bag and landing in a seated position on the couch. His mother followed not soon after, taking a seat beside him. She placed her hand on his leg.
"You love me, don't you?"
Silence. Really, Tom didn't know how he should answer that. Could somebody really love their parents after all the crap that he'd been through?
"Yes."
A smile crossed his mom's lip as she bent forward, bringing her face ever so close to Thomas'. "And I love you too, so do me a favor."
Her hands moved to grasp at his, pulling them above and behind his head. She then shifted so that her right hand held both his wrists, her left hand moving to press him into the couch on his back. Tom squeaked slightly in confusion as she then placed her knees around his waist to prevent him from moving. "You are my son, and should therefore have no shame around me. Let me see something."
That in itself didn't sound good, but really Tom was in a position not to fight. When her hand moved down his chest to graze at his pants, pulling apart the button and slipping the zipper down, something dawned on him. What, he didn't know, but he did know that he didn't want this. He struggled, attempting to pull away from her grasp, until her hand slipped into his pants and boxers, gripping him firmly. His eyes went wide as he cried out slightly. She lowered her head down to his and spoke very quietly into his ear.
"You move, you die."
Her voice was like ice, it sent chills to the bone. He froze, scared and confused. She had just been so nice earlier! He knew it was too good to be true. Her hand went to work quickly, undoing her own undergarments and pressing herself to her son. She grinded her hips back and forth, her stronger hands holding Tom still. It didn't take long to get Tom erect, as he tried to pull away with a cry. That resulted in a harsh smack across his face that brought tears to the corners of his eyes.
"You brought this upon yourself child," she hissed. "I can't get any pleasure from any men that I date because you always have to interfere! So, what else is a boy good for? I want sex; I'm going to have sex."
She then dove upon Tom hungrily, forcing him inside of her. At this point, Thomas was terrified. He had no idea what she was doing to him, and decided that he didn't care what she would do about his actions. He just knew that he did not want this.
Tom screamed.
She again thrashed him, all the while pumping her hips forcefully. But that didn't stop him from crying out. "Shut the hell up!" She yelled at him, her hand swinging many times more. He screamed again, pulling at his arms until it felt as though they were going to be ripped from their socket. He managed to wiggle a hand free, which blindly went to work attempting to push her away from him. He hit, and he knew it was hard because it left a stinging feeling in his wrist. She cursed under her breath and gripped his hands so tightly that it cut the circulation.
Tom couldn't think straight. His vision was blurred by the tears that were falling, her free hand diving towards and away as he felt each and every blow. His hands were cold and numb, and no matter how hard he tried to turn or pull himself away it proved useless. His mind burned, as did his body. He again cried out, unable to control the reactions that he was having. All he wanted was for this to end.
Seemed his thoughts had been answered. The door was kicked open and several police officers burst in, pistols aimed and ready, demanding that she release the child. She immediately pulled herself away, standing to her feet pleading, trying to prove her innocence even though they had just witnessed it themselves. Two of the officers then began to question her. The last officer turned, looking over at the child.
Tom was a wreck - he had backed up to the end of the couch, his knees brought up to his chest as he buried his head in his arms. He moved closer to Thomas, chanting reassuring words the entire time as he moved to comfort him. Tom pulled away, however. "Don't come near me!" He cried. The officer extended a hand.
"We're here to help you, not hurt you. You won't be hurt now." Tom shook his head and pressed himself further against the cushions. "We're going to need you to answer some questions though. You want to answer some questions for me?" Again Tom shook his head. The officer shot a look at one of the other cops, and she came over as well.
"Listen. We're going to make sure that your mother doesn't do this to you or anyone again, but in order for us to do that you're going to have to cooperate." She leaned in and wrapped him up in a warm hug despite what he thought. She knew that sometimes people needed to just let their emotions flow before they did anything, and she was good with that. The male officer went to talk to the mother, leaving Tom to calm down in the police woman's arms. Tom just buried his head and cried.
It felt really weird to be walking home in the morning. But then again, everything felt really weird. The fact that he was kicked out of school at age seven, the fact that his parents had separated because of him, the fact that he could bend darkness at his very fingertips. Nothing seemed right anymore. 'Why can't some other kid be lucky and have this stupid ability, not me.' Yes, it was a bad thought, this could be happening to some other child. But Tom was just so sick of being looked down upon, he didn't really care at the moment. As long as things were back the way they used to be between him and his family, his teachers, his classmates.
Rather than taking a turn at the corner of the street which led to his house, Tom paused. He instead kept on moving, coming up on the city park. It was unoccupied at the moment, nothing but a few squirrels and birds romping about. Good. Tom trudged up the path, stepping off into the grass. He then dropped his bag, watching a few of the contents spill out.
Thud. Ebony hues were now watching the clear blue sky, not a cloud was to spoil the brilliant artwork. He lay sprawled out, the soft green grass tickling his face and bare arms. He wiggled his booted feet slightly, a small smile playing upon his pale lips. If only he could just lay like this forever and not have to worry about anything. Life seemed so much simpler when you were just watching the animals. He closed his eyes momentarily. In no real hurry to go home, he decided that he would just sit and listen to the nature play games for right now.
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The next time he opened his black eyes it was clearly evident that time had passed him by. The once clear sky was now painted shades of violet and the clouds were foaming over the stars. . . Stars? Tom immediately jumped to his feet, quickly stuffing his junk back into his bag. He was going to get it now, first kicked from school and now showing up at home far later than he should! Had his mother even worried about him? Probably not. Perhaps she'd only wondered where her beating tool had gone of to. No matter now, because Tom hurriedly pulled the straps up over his shoulders and jogged on home.
Upon reaching his door breathlessly he scooted inside. His eyes quickly scanned to find his mom, but she was no where in sight. That was a good thing. Maybe she had gone out drinking tonight. But no, her car was in the driveway. Perhaps she'd gone with a friend? Or maybe a new man that she was after. Tom huffed as he moved through the living room dropping his backpack behind him, but he didn't get very far. Seated at the kitchen table was indeed, his mother. That was surprising, he was sure she'd be screaming at him the moment he had stepped through the door. He blinked.
"Thomas, where were you?"
The evil was hidden in her voice, it actually sounded somewhat sympathetic. Tom's black brows arched. "I fell asleep at the park," he answered truthfully.
She moved from the chair, the wood scraping across the tiled floor. Tom took a backwards step. "I was really worried about you." Tom shook his head. Seriously? "After yesterday I thought you would just leave. . . I'm so glad you didn't."
At this point, Tom was lost. She didn't want to kill him - instead she kneeled before him, her hands caressing his face slightly. He pulled away at first, frightened. This wasn't like her. But maybe she was actually worried. Maybe she did care. Come to think of it, his soul ached just to be hugged by his mother. He allowed himself to fall forward into her arms, her hands pulling him in close.
"No matter what, Thomas, I'll always love you."
He sniffed slightly. "Did school call, mum?" She might love him, but he was sure that it wouldn't be for long, not after she heard the news of today. She nodded.
"Yes. But we can find you another school. One where people don't know you yet and you can start over." She stood, ushering Tom back towards the couch.
Start over? This was way too much for young Tom to understand right now. No doubt this was what he had wanted, but there was just no possible way any of it could be true. He stumbled backwards, tripping over his bag and landing in a seated position on the couch. His mother followed not soon after, taking a seat beside him. She placed her hand on his leg.
"You love me, don't you?"
Silence. Really, Tom didn't know how he should answer that. Could somebody really love their parents after all the crap that he'd been through?
"Yes."
A smile crossed his mom's lip as she bent forward, bringing her face ever so close to Thomas'. "And I love you too, so do me a favor."
Her hands moved to grasp at his, pulling them above and behind his head. She then shifted so that her right hand held both his wrists, her left hand moving to press him into the couch on his back. Tom squeaked slightly in confusion as she then placed her knees around his waist to prevent him from moving. "You are my son, and should therefore have no shame around me. Let me see something."
That in itself didn't sound good, but really Tom was in a position not to fight. When her hand moved down his chest to graze at his pants, pulling apart the button and slipping the zipper down, something dawned on him. What, he didn't know, but he did know that he didn't want this. He struggled, attempting to pull away from her grasp, until her hand slipped into his pants and boxers, gripping him firmly. His eyes went wide as he cried out slightly. She lowered her head down to his and spoke very quietly into his ear.
"You move, you die."
Her voice was like ice, it sent chills to the bone. He froze, scared and confused. She had just been so nice earlier! He knew it was too good to be true. Her hand went to work quickly, undoing her own undergarments and pressing herself to her son. She grinded her hips back and forth, her stronger hands holding Tom still. It didn't take long to get Tom erect, as he tried to pull away with a cry. That resulted in a harsh smack across his face that brought tears to the corners of his eyes.
"You brought this upon yourself child," she hissed. "I can't get any pleasure from any men that I date because you always have to interfere! So, what else is a boy good for? I want sex; I'm going to have sex."
She then dove upon Tom hungrily, forcing him inside of her. At this point, Thomas was terrified. He had no idea what she was doing to him, and decided that he didn't care what she would do about his actions. He just knew that he did not want this.
Tom screamed.
She again thrashed him, all the while pumping her hips forcefully. But that didn't stop him from crying out. "Shut the hell up!" She yelled at him, her hand swinging many times more. He screamed again, pulling at his arms until it felt as though they were going to be ripped from their socket. He managed to wiggle a hand free, which blindly went to work attempting to push her away from him. He hit, and he knew it was hard because it left a stinging feeling in his wrist. She cursed under her breath and gripped his hands so tightly that it cut the circulation.
Tom couldn't think straight. His vision was blurred by the tears that were falling, her free hand diving towards and away as he felt each and every blow. His hands were cold and numb, and no matter how hard he tried to turn or pull himself away it proved useless. His mind burned, as did his body. He again cried out, unable to control the reactions that he was having. All he wanted was for this to end.
Seemed his thoughts had been answered. The door was kicked open and several police officers burst in, pistols aimed and ready, demanding that she release the child. She immediately pulled herself away, standing to her feet pleading, trying to prove her innocence even though they had just witnessed it themselves. Two of the officers then began to question her. The last officer turned, looking over at the child.
Tom was a wreck - he had backed up to the end of the couch, his knees brought up to his chest as he buried his head in his arms. He moved closer to Thomas, chanting reassuring words the entire time as he moved to comfort him. Tom pulled away, however. "Don't come near me!" He cried. The officer extended a hand.
"We're here to help you, not hurt you. You won't be hurt now." Tom shook his head and pressed himself further against the cushions. "We're going to need you to answer some questions though. You want to answer some questions for me?" Again Tom shook his head. The officer shot a look at one of the other cops, and she came over as well.
"Listen. We're going to make sure that your mother doesn't do this to you or anyone again, but in order for us to do that you're going to have to cooperate." She leaned in and wrapped him up in a warm hug despite what he thought. She knew that sometimes people needed to just let their emotions flow before they did anything, and she was good with that. The male officer went to talk to the mother, leaving Tom to calm down in the police woman's arms. Tom just buried his head and cried.