Authors Note: This story has angst in it of course gee Tommy is our favorite character and we love picking on him. Go figure! This is when Tommy is the White Ranger and Trini, Zack, and Jason are still there.
Special Thanx: Pam and Kitty take bows and then motion for Jacks and Danny to do the same. Special thanks go to the two people that challenged our evilness. It is because of Danny and Jakes that this evilness has been brought upon our favorite Ranger...okay wait Kitty looks at Pam so we're saying turning him into a girl is evilness? Personally I think it's more an improvement.
Tommy
(Two weeks ago)
Leaning against my headboard, I go over chapter nine for World History tomorrow. We're supposed to have a quiz and I so need to do good it. My quiz grades have been sort of lacking lately. Mainly because this is the class I end up skipping the most because of certain activities that can't be avoided.
As the front door slamming makes me jump a good foot off the bed, I sigh and try to concentrate on the book. Okay, so he's home early, that could be a good thing right? It means he hasn't been at a bar for hours, so good, maybe he's not that drunk and will just leave me the hell alone...or maybe he's be not drunk enough to pas out and come and really give it to me. Right so Emancipation Proclamation, yep interesting stuff.
Jerking my head up as I hear a crash, I know he's knocked over the hall table again. Damn it why doesn't he just move the damn thing? He knocks it over like every other night. Of course then I wouldn't be informed a head of time that he's coming down the hall where my room is. Okay decision time, stay and look like you're studying and maybe, just maybe he'll leave me be, or bail right now.
"What do you think bro?" Looking at the picture of my brother Curtis, I sigh tiredly. I miss him. He died when he was sixteen and I was five, so I don't really remember him that well, but I do miss him terrible. "Because if he was still here dad wouldn't be drinking every night and mom wouldn't be a drug addict...yeah you jerk, thanks a bunch for leaving me with this madness." Sigh, but then he didn't exactly ask to get hit by a drunk driver.
As my door slams open, I try my damnedest not to cringe. Looking deeply interested in my reading, maybe if I sit here and he really believes I'm studying, he won't be ma- "Is that what you've been doing all night! The house is a mess, you're mother is gone to god knows where, and you're holed up in here lounging around reading." Of course he's mad, why not, I can't do anything right. Damn drunk, abusive SOB.
Looking up slowly and carefully from my book, I'm careful not to make eye contact. I read somewhere that when you stare a wild male animal in the eyes, it's taken as a challenge. I don't want to challenge him, okay, I just want to get out of this as quickly and painlessly as possible. "I'm sorry, dad. I was just studying for a quiz tomorrow and I guess I um...forgot. I'll go clean up now."
"God you are such a spoiled brat! I work my ass off to provide for you and you can't even do something as simple as clean up! Curtis was never so self-centered!" Right cuz Curtis was a perfect, flawless, god in your eyes, where I'm just the bitch of the house. Go ahead, remind me one more time, daddy.
"I'm sorry." I'm not gonna get out of this unharmed I can see that right now. I can say sorry until my mouth goes numb, but it's not gonna be enough, he's too damn drunk to hear anything at the moment. Right, and it's probably no wise for me to be scooting away from him. That just screams hurt me worse.
"Sorry, you're always sorry!" Not really, but I can't think of anything else to say when you're in these moods. "Well since you're so sorry, then you should give me no trouble when you take your punishment." Oh no, he's got that look. Where the fuck is my mom? Like she'd help me if she was here? Okay well good point, nosedive out the window it is.
Jumping up, I try to get past him, but apparently he's not as wasted as I thought. His reflexes are quite good tonight and he catches me before I even get halfway across the room. Throwing me back into my desk, I bit back a yelp as my stomach hits the hard wood edge. That's gonna leave a mark. Pressing he down, so I'm bent over painfully, I debate on whether I'm feeling strong enough to fight. I only get hurt worse when I fight and I'm already hurting pretty damn bad right now. Fine, I'll take a spanking then. I'm gonna get hurt and humiliated one way or another and maybe if I don't fit the hitting he won't do the other thing.
"You are such a waste of my time and money!" Yeah I know. As my jeans are pulled down I brace myself for the first hit. Yow! God he's using his belt, son of a bitch. As the leather bits into my already abused skin, I clench my mouth shut. Only hits harder when I cry. Boys don't cry, be a girl a cry, get treated like a girl. Right so mouth shut boy, no noise just think of something, anything else. Oh fuck, don't start tearing up either.
After the twentieth smack, I pauses and I know I'm in deep now. "Are you crying?" Well you would be too damn it! When I shake my head desperately, I know if I speak my voice is going to chock and crack. "Answer me!" Ow!
"N-no sir." Damn it, stupid sob! Shoving me over hard, I concentrate on the cold, polished wood under my cheek. Oh god don't, please don't.
"You want to behave like a whining, sobbing bitch, then fine, that's how you'll be treated!" Oh god. Trying to pull into myself, I know I can in a small way separate myself from what's happening if I really have a minute to concentrate and focus on something else. Ow! Oh god, no not enough time! As the flare of pain seers through me, I know he's going to tear me, I'll be bleeding for week, no, no, no!
"Daddy please!" Trying to will the pain away, maybe I can get through to him. Please stop it! "Daddy pl-please stop h-hurting me! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I was bad!" I don't know why I bother, he never listens to me, never gives a damn if I'm hurting or not.
"Shut up!" god all you do is bitch and cry, Curtis never cried about anything!" Yeah well Curtis never got beaten and raped. Ow! Fingers digging into my already bruised back, he continues to rip me apart. As he suddenly stops and I feel hot liquid mix with the blood already coating my insides, I'm torn between being beyond disgusted and immensely relieved. It's over at least it's ove-ow!
Jerked up by my arm, I'm all but thrown to the floor. God what now! As I feel my arms twisted roughly behind my back, and the cold steel go around my wrists, I try to plead for mercy once more.
"Shut up!" Smacking me across the face, he finishes locking me up for the night and glares down at my shaking and bruised form. "If I hear one word out of you, so help me you won't be able to sit for a week. Do you understand?" When I manage a nod he finally leaves.
Testing my restraints, I force back a yelp as the metal bites into my wrists. I'm not getting free, he used the M37 cuffs, there's a reason officers use this type. Well nit getting free and not going anywhere, at least I can maybe curl up in bed. With some effort and a lot of protesting from my abused body, I manage to kick my jeans and boxers the rest of the way off and limp to my bed.
Cringing and feeling sick as something warm and slimy runs down my inner thighs, I let it go. There's nothing I can do about it now, just change the sheets on my bed whenever he sobers up and lets me out of these things. Dropping onto the bed, I manage to squirm under the covers and fade into an unrestful and painful sleep.
Kim wonders why I won't take our relationship to the next level. I can't imagine her wanting this kind of pain, who the hell would?
To be continued...