Title: Sadistic Pup
Author: Del Schiz / D.L. SchizoAuthoress
Rating: R-ish
Warning: Themes of molestation, incest, and child abuse. All notgoods. Takes place in the second timeline, what I call Fratverse, which results when Evan tells Mr. Miller "what you ought to do is discipline your son Tommy, because the kid is one sadistic pup."
Sadistic Pup
a butterfly effect fanfic by D.L. SchizoAuthoress
Tommy can feel, most of all, the eyes in the dark. His father's hate and fear and rage are practically seperate entities then, like animals moving about when the darkness creeps into the house, but it's his eyes--cold, staring, watchful--that really follow Tommy. Wherever he goes, whatever he does, George sees, or knows in that horrible prescient, instinctive way.
The backhand and the belt are the common punishments when Tommy has done wrong. But the thing that really hurts is when he is punished for when Kayleigh is bad or rebels, because he hasn't done anything bad but is told that he is anyway, that he deserves this for leading his sister astray. Tommy dies a little bit each time that happens. He'd never hurt Kayleigh. She's the only one who loves him.
What George does isn't love. Beating your kid isn't love. Locking your kid up isn't love. Making your kid feel worthless and utterly, irredeemably wrong isn't love.
Tommy hears footsteps out in the hall. If Kayleigh was in the next room, he wouldn't be afraid. But Kayleigh is visting Evan Treborn, as she's done so many times since he moved away after...after the Mailbox and the Junkyard. She cares more for that bastard than for her own brother, now. Tommy hates himself for his stupid, blind idiocy in sending Evan away.
The door opens slowly, the hinges giving a long, drawn-out squeal like a warning siren. George staggers in, poisoning the air in the stuffy room with the fresh whiskey on his breath. His eyes seem to glow out of the dark, all cold light and evil fire.
He reaches out, runs a hand against Tommy's tear-stained cheek; even that simple touch communicates his prurient intent.
Tommy knows that what comes next isn't love either.
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