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Tyson's granddad hadn't enjoyed himself this much in years! He had relaxed, had good food, and even got a little tipsy on the 'special tea' he had let the adults drink. There was only one problem that had him worried. It was too quite in the house, he knew all the kids were in there and the silence made him suspicious. Only one problem, his suspicions never included a load of drunken kids in various states of giggling, groaning and snoring lying all over the lounge, kitchen and bathroom.
He stood, transfixed, in the doorway, staring at the scene.
"TYSON!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled.
He looked in the direction of the bathroom as the blue haired teen stumbled into the lounge.
"What grandpa?" he asked, shaking his head and blinking his eyes a little to try and clear the fogginess formed in his brain.
"What the hell happened to all of you?"
"Oh" replied Tyson sheepishly, "we had a drinking competition, I didn't win though." He added.
Just as his Grandpa was about to explode at them all, Tyson's dad walked in. he took one look around and burst into laughter.
"You think this is funny?!" asked the red faced, grey haired man.
Tyson's dad took a deep breath, "of course I do, and don't get angry at them. This is probably the first time they have done this, and it is a party! Its better this way then them getting into your 'tea' supply isn't it? Besides, they are teenagers! I remember being worse at their age!"
Tyson's grandpa nodded at that, but he was still angry. "At least they will have punished themselves when they wake up," he said, a sneaky smile playing on his lips.
Tyson had slumped into an empty chair during all this and had missed his grandpa's ending to the conversation as he had fallen into a noisy sleep.
The old man and his son smiled at each other knowingly and went to get blankets to put on the youths. They set about placing the teens comfortably on the floor and covering them with the blankets, laughing at the matching smiles on Ray's and Mariah's faces, and at the sleepy objections at being moved.
"Kai's not here" stated Tyson's dad.
"You sure homie?"
"I'm sure, he's not in the house, and we've checked everywhere!"
"The little dude probably went outside, you know what he's like, isn't big on crowds."
They went outside to ask the other adults. Soon enough all of them were looking for the lost Kai, only for Samantha to find him slumped against a wall, his head hanging low to rest on his chest. She knelt down and looked at him; her worries of him relapsing were driven swiftly away as she found Kai sleeping deeply. She smiled and called the others over.
"I found him, he's asleep. I guess the day was too much for him."
"Yeah, that and the alcohol!" added Tyson's grandpa.
Tyson's dad knelt forward and placed a blanket around Kai before lifting him up so he lay in his arms. Kai frowned slightly and mumbled in his sleep.
"He must've been really tired if he hasn't woken up; he was always a light sleeper in the hospital." Said Samantha, almost to herself. She really worried about Kai, he was more of an enigma to her then anyone she had ever met, and he was so young to be the way he was.
They placed Kai gently on the now empty sofa, leaving quietly so they didn't wake up any of the drunk and sleeping teens. They stayed up for another two hours before retiring to their own rooms and guestrooms. The house was finally quieter, with only snoring and murmuring breaking the peace.
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Kai woke up the way he usually did, his eyes opening suddenly, sitting up almost a heartbeat after. He winced as he felt his ribs and his head protest painfully. He looked around the lounge; this wasn't where he had fallen asleep. He hated being moved when he wasn't awake or conscious to see what was happening, and he hated not knowing why he felt that way. He sighed as he got up off the sofa and walked around the bodies lying on the floor.
He went outside, breathing the cool morning air deeply. He walked through the garden, clearing his head. He could feel the soothing, cool dew from the grass caress his bandaged feet, making the bandages wet. He looked at the sky and allowed himself a small smile as a rosy glow spread through the pale vastness of the morning. He let out a deep breath and walked back to the house, trying hard not to limp.
He entered the kitchen and was confronted with Samantha and Tyson's dad sitting opposite each other at the table, smiling and talking. They looked up at him as he crossed the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. He drank the first glass in one go, then made himself another before sitting at the end of the table.
"How are you feeling Kai?" asked the red head.
"I'm fine" was the blunt reply.
"We hear you had a drinking competition last night, who won?" asked Tyson's dad, smiling as Kai sipped at his water.
"Hilary and Emily drew at drinking wine, I won with the vodka."
"How much did you drink?" asked Samantha, the nurse in her taking over.
"Enough to win."
"And how are you feeling today?"
"Fine, I won't let myself get dehydrated from the alcohol, and it's not like it was the first time I've drank." To emphasise his point, he took another sip of water.
They sat in silence until they heard Tyson's grandfather waking up the younger members in the house. Loud groans and complaints soon followed. Ray walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
"Man, I feel terrible! And Tyson's grandpa is making us clean up the house! At least the kitchen is tidy, did you guys do it?" he asked of Samantha and Tyson's dad, who nodded in reply.
"Hey Kai, how are you feeling from last night? I have a bad hangover and I only drank half of what you did!"
Samantha looked accusingly at Kai, who ignored her as he told Ray "I'm fine, if you want the hangover to go then drink plenty of water and have something to eat."
Ray nodded at Kai then went to get himself a glass.
Kai got up and left the kitchen without a word. After grabbing some clean clothes, he managed to get to the bathroom without being talked to too much. After locking himself in, he sat down on the rim of the bathtub. He stripped down to his boxers and began to undo the bandages from the numerous places they covered his body. In a short time, all the bandages were off.
He began with his feet, looking at the healing burns that had been left. He wouldn't re-bandage those, they had almost healed. He frowned as he looked at the scar tissue that was left. The slash on his leg was healing well, thought the cut muscle beneath the now closed wound felt tight with the dissolvable stitches that had held it together. The stab wound in his side would leave an ugly scar; it looked angry, sore, and red as he looked for any sign of infection. There was none, there never was. He still didn't know why, but he would, he would get his answers soon.
He went over to the mirror and looked at the bruising his broken ribs had caused. It was fading from black to blue, with yellow forming at the edges. It still hurt when he moved too much on that side, and it would for a few weeks yet. He looked at the stab wound on right side, comparing it to the scar on the left. Caused so long ago. It had been dark, he had done something wrong, something very wrong.......Boris had been angrier then Kai had ever seen him.........he yelled..........Kai could hear his own voice pleading.........he could remember the slaps.....kicks.............punches.......the searing pain from a large piece of broken glass being forced into his side...................his screaming.............the blood.............the cold...........Boris's smile, the smile that made you think there was no good in the world................only pain...............only pain...............the image of Boris approaching him................rough hands everywhere on him...............his skin itching and crawling at the touch..............that smile..............that pain................................
Kai stared at his present image, breathing hard and sweating as he looked in the mirror. He knew what had happened that night, and God it made him feel dirty. He wished he could have shower, to wash away the crawling sensation on his skin. He looked at his image in disgust, how anyone could want to be near him after being that creature's toy. He could never tell them. He looked into his own eyes, and saw the horror deep in them was real, he looked away, suddenly ashamed of himself.
He couldn't think about it, the more he did the more he felt empty, dirty and alone. He concentrated on looking at the whip marks. The skin was slowly knitting back together but a couple of them had run deep. He was going to have some very visible scars when the wounds had healed. Any scars he had from before in the abbey were faint, wounds only meant to draw enough blood as punishment. He was usually punished in less visible ways.
He began to re-bandage the wounds he thought still needed it, leaving his head, wrists and feet uncovered. He looked back in the mirror and almost lost himself in the pain pooled in his almost red eyes.
A knock on the door startled him.
"You done in there? There's a line forming here!" someone yelled through the door.
Kai gathered up his things and opened the door. Keeping his head low, he walked past the queue of people. He would do something about his memories tonight.
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Tyson's granddad hadn't enjoyed himself this much in years! He had relaxed, had good food, and even got a little tipsy on the 'special tea' he had let the adults drink. There was only one problem that had him worried. It was too quite in the house, he knew all the kids were in there and the silence made him suspicious. Only one problem, his suspicions never included a load of drunken kids in various states of giggling, groaning and snoring lying all over the lounge, kitchen and bathroom.
He stood, transfixed, in the doorway, staring at the scene.
"TYSON!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled.
He looked in the direction of the bathroom as the blue haired teen stumbled into the lounge.
"What grandpa?" he asked, shaking his head and blinking his eyes a little to try and clear the fogginess formed in his brain.
"What the hell happened to all of you?"
"Oh" replied Tyson sheepishly, "we had a drinking competition, I didn't win though." He added.
Just as his Grandpa was about to explode at them all, Tyson's dad walked in. he took one look around and burst into laughter.
"You think this is funny?!" asked the red faced, grey haired man.
Tyson's dad took a deep breath, "of course I do, and don't get angry at them. This is probably the first time they have done this, and it is a party! Its better this way then them getting into your 'tea' supply isn't it? Besides, they are teenagers! I remember being worse at their age!"
Tyson's grandpa nodded at that, but he was still angry. "At least they will have punished themselves when they wake up," he said, a sneaky smile playing on his lips.
Tyson had slumped into an empty chair during all this and had missed his grandpa's ending to the conversation as he had fallen into a noisy sleep.
The old man and his son smiled at each other knowingly and went to get blankets to put on the youths. They set about placing the teens comfortably on the floor and covering them with the blankets, laughing at the matching smiles on Ray's and Mariah's faces, and at the sleepy objections at being moved.
"Kai's not here" stated Tyson's dad.
"You sure homie?"
"I'm sure, he's not in the house, and we've checked everywhere!"
"The little dude probably went outside, you know what he's like, isn't big on crowds."
They went outside to ask the other adults. Soon enough all of them were looking for the lost Kai, only for Samantha to find him slumped against a wall, his head hanging low to rest on his chest. She knelt down and looked at him; her worries of him relapsing were driven swiftly away as she found Kai sleeping deeply. She smiled and called the others over.
"I found him, he's asleep. I guess the day was too much for him."
"Yeah, that and the alcohol!" added Tyson's grandpa.
Tyson's dad knelt forward and placed a blanket around Kai before lifting him up so he lay in his arms. Kai frowned slightly and mumbled in his sleep.
"He must've been really tired if he hasn't woken up; he was always a light sleeper in the hospital." Said Samantha, almost to herself. She really worried about Kai, he was more of an enigma to her then anyone she had ever met, and he was so young to be the way he was.
They placed Kai gently on the now empty sofa, leaving quietly so they didn't wake up any of the drunk and sleeping teens. They stayed up for another two hours before retiring to their own rooms and guestrooms. The house was finally quieter, with only snoring and murmuring breaking the peace.
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Kai woke up the way he usually did, his eyes opening suddenly, sitting up almost a heartbeat after. He winced as he felt his ribs and his head protest painfully. He looked around the lounge; this wasn't where he had fallen asleep. He hated being moved when he wasn't awake or conscious to see what was happening, and he hated not knowing why he felt that way. He sighed as he got up off the sofa and walked around the bodies lying on the floor.
He went outside, breathing the cool morning air deeply. He walked through the garden, clearing his head. He could feel the soothing, cool dew from the grass caress his bandaged feet, making the bandages wet. He looked at the sky and allowed himself a small smile as a rosy glow spread through the pale vastness of the morning. He let out a deep breath and walked back to the house, trying hard not to limp.
He entered the kitchen and was confronted with Samantha and Tyson's dad sitting opposite each other at the table, smiling and talking. They looked up at him as he crossed the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. He drank the first glass in one go, then made himself another before sitting at the end of the table.
"How are you feeling Kai?" asked the red head.
"I'm fine" was the blunt reply.
"We hear you had a drinking competition last night, who won?" asked Tyson's dad, smiling as Kai sipped at his water.
"Hilary and Emily drew at drinking wine, I won with the vodka."
"How much did you drink?" asked Samantha, the nurse in her taking over.
"Enough to win."
"And how are you feeling today?"
"Fine, I won't let myself get dehydrated from the alcohol, and it's not like it was the first time I've drank." To emphasise his point, he took another sip of water.
They sat in silence until they heard Tyson's grandfather waking up the younger members in the house. Loud groans and complaints soon followed. Ray walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
"Man, I feel terrible! And Tyson's grandpa is making us clean up the house! At least the kitchen is tidy, did you guys do it?" he asked of Samantha and Tyson's dad, who nodded in reply.
"Hey Kai, how are you feeling from last night? I have a bad hangover and I only drank half of what you did!"
Samantha looked accusingly at Kai, who ignored her as he told Ray "I'm fine, if you want the hangover to go then drink plenty of water and have something to eat."
Ray nodded at Kai then went to get himself a glass.
Kai got up and left the kitchen without a word. After grabbing some clean clothes, he managed to get to the bathroom without being talked to too much. After locking himself in, he sat down on the rim of the bathtub. He stripped down to his boxers and began to undo the bandages from the numerous places they covered his body. In a short time, all the bandages were off.
He began with his feet, looking at the healing burns that had been left. He wouldn't re-bandage those, they had almost healed. He frowned as he looked at the scar tissue that was left. The slash on his leg was healing well, thought the cut muscle beneath the now closed wound felt tight with the dissolvable stitches that had held it together. The stab wound in his side would leave an ugly scar; it looked angry, sore, and red as he looked for any sign of infection. There was none, there never was. He still didn't know why, but he would, he would get his answers soon.
He went over to the mirror and looked at the bruising his broken ribs had caused. It was fading from black to blue, with yellow forming at the edges. It still hurt when he moved too much on that side, and it would for a few weeks yet. He looked at the stab wound on right side, comparing it to the scar on the left. Caused so long ago. It had been dark, he had done something wrong, something very wrong.......Boris had been angrier then Kai had ever seen him.........he yelled..........Kai could hear his own voice pleading.........he could remember the slaps.....kicks.............punches.......the searing pain from a large piece of broken glass being forced into his side...................his screaming.............the blood.............the cold...........Boris's smile, the smile that made you think there was no good in the world................only pain...............only pain...............the image of Boris approaching him................rough hands everywhere on him...............his skin itching and crawling at the touch..............that smile..............that pain................................
Kai stared at his present image, breathing hard and sweating as he looked in the mirror. He knew what had happened that night, and God it made him feel dirty. He wished he could have shower, to wash away the crawling sensation on his skin. He looked at his image in disgust, how anyone could want to be near him after being that creature's toy. He could never tell them. He looked into his own eyes, and saw the horror deep in them was real, he looked away, suddenly ashamed of himself.
He couldn't think about it, the more he did the more he felt empty, dirty and alone. He concentrated on looking at the whip marks. The skin was slowly knitting back together but a couple of them had run deep. He was going to have some very visible scars when the wounds had healed. Any scars he had from before in the abbey were faint, wounds only meant to draw enough blood as punishment. He was usually punished in less visible ways.
He began to re-bandage the wounds he thought still needed it, leaving his head, wrists and feet uncovered. He looked back in the mirror and almost lost himself in the pain pooled in his almost red eyes.
A knock on the door startled him.
"You done in there? There's a line forming here!" someone yelled through the door.
Kai gathered up his things and opened the door. Keeping his head low, he walked past the queue of people. He would do something about his memories tonight.