He looked down at the boy feeling a kind of pity for him. An instent want to protect the boy. He couldn't even remember the Boy's name. Well, what was he to expect this was four years ago if the kid was 9 now just getting out of that I'm an annoying little Basterd Stage he had been the same age as Kevin the last time he'de even thought of him.
"Chris.." He mom said with a smile. "Can you get Jeffrey's bags?" she asked softly.
He blinked then nodded looking towards the baggage claim he walked towards it. Hell he didn't even know which bag was Jeffreys God what a fucking tard of a name. He'de definitly have to give the snot nosed little waif a nickname. He stopped as he felt a hand tug on his. He looked down into a pair of haunted and frightened green eyes. That pang of wanting to protect, to keep safe surficed again and he calmly took his hand.
"Wanna show me which bags are you'res?" he asked calmly.
A slow smile crept across Jeff's pale lips and he nodded. Chris noticed the smile didn't reach his eyes and the made him worry. "Come on Jeffo--" He said. "Lets find yer belongings"
He watched the boy for a minute more noting his hand went to his neck and fingered the necklace he was wearing then followed him silently to baggage claim.
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Jeff was scared he had never been this scared in his young life. He remembered Margerite, and Chris from when he was five. Aunt Margie as he and Matt had called her, had been sweet and always came around with gifts. Then she went on a trip and had met Tom, and he had taken Chris and Aunt Margie away to Canada. But, here was Chris looking at him with that same look Matt had had when he had been on the bus that first day of school, and the highschooler's were threatening him. He smiled he felt safe near Chris and would stay near Chris every chance he got. He looked over his shoulder and saw Aunt Margie looking worriedly at Tom, who was glaring at him and Chris. He shivered involintarially and turned back to look at the bags floating by on the convayer belt. He pointed finally to a large black leather bag, (His dads) A small delecate lilac colored one (Mommy) And a dark blue one. (Mattys) He had done that on purpose, a peice of them all for him to carry his belongings in. He helped Chris pick them up and then followed his cousin back over to Aunt Margie..and Tom. He coudln't bring himself to call him Uncle. He paced along trying to stay close to Chris.
He froze and almost collapsed in terror as the spector he thought he had chased away suddenly reared up in his mind and started screaming with joyus laughter. He felt his eyes being drawn to his left and to the monsterous size of Tom. His hands were clenched in fists and he was glareing down at Jeff silently anger burning in his Dark eyes. He hunched his shoulders and gripped at Chris's hand he looked up at the blonde who smiled and led him through the crowd of people towards the exit.
"Jeffrey honey are you hungery?" Aunt Margie asked.
He slowly turned and looked up blinking slowly he nodded wanting very much to stick his thumb nail in his mouth and to chew. "yes, mam." he said softly.
She smiled and grinned. "Well, will get you food at our resturant Deary." She smoothed his hair.
He smiled slightly. "Okay."
She tosseled his hair and then lead them towards her car.
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"BALL!" Kevin screeched reaching for the red ball that had rolled under the table a few feet out his short chubby armed reach. "Ball!" He screeched again this time louder then the first time pressing his face to the tile floor and reaching harder.
"GOD DAMN IT CHRIS!!" Tom shouted glareing at his blonde step son. "GET THE DAMN BALL!"
Chris sighed and leaned down and snagged the ball off the floor and shoved it none to gently at his little brother. He leaned back in the chair flinching as Kevin crowed in delight and the raced off with his ball to play in the middle of the empty dining room.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jeff stareing with wide eyes at Tom. He sighed and felt that pang of protectiveness surge through him again. Why did he feel that for the kid when he barley knew him, yet he coudln't stand his own little brother. Chris slowly looked towards Tom again studying the older man. Big, muscular, angery, Dark eyed, dark haired, even in a way darkskinned compared to Chris's own skin. The man was huge compared to the little he could remember of his small diminutive father from so long ago. He sighed thinking about the man he called Dad hurt, his Dad had taken off when he was no older then five. Seemed his lot in life to get left behind kinda like the kid. His eyes drifted over to Jeff again who was picking at the wood of the table with a finger nail. Chris watched him silently he could hear his mom humming softly in the kitchen as she made them all something really tasty for lunch.
The hand slammed down on the table between him and Jeff causing them both to jump. He watched the green eyes widen in shock and fear boiled up into them. "Stop picking at that wood boy! Unless you wanna pay to replace it!" Tom snarled glareing at the waife.
Chris balled his fists not really wanting to see Jeff Cry. "Leave him alone Tom." He said softly.
Those dark eyes burned into his skull and Tom glared down at him. "What?"
"I said leave him alone! He didn't know better!" He managed to squeek out, his own heart pounding in his cheast. He pressed himself back into the chair he was sitting in stareing up at Tom.
A slow cold smile peeled across Tom's lips, Chris heard Jeff whimper and shift out of his chair. "Will talk up close..just you and me...later Chris." He said harshly then turned to leave allowing his evil gaze fall on Jeff. "Sit down boy!" he snapped "Don't want you breaking anything!"
Jeff slowly sat down stareing at the table. Chris closed his eyes and held still hopeing Tom would forget about him.
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Jeff stared silently at the wall of his new bedroom. He was thousands of miles away from home and completly and utterly alone. He thought about the people in the house.
Chris was nice real nice he liked Chris, Chris reminded him of Matt. Protective willing to take a punishment if it needed to be given. He was really nice and sweet and he had played Cheakers with him that evening and had let him Win. That had been really nice very rarely did anyone let him win a game. Matt had told him he had to be tougher. He had found out that Chris was obsessed with wrestling and he watched it all the time. That made him feel better and gave him something to spend time with Chris doing. Just like him and Matt.
He rolled onto his side and stared at the plan white wall. He thought about Aunt Margie and smiled she was nice like Momma. She had given him milk and cookies before bed and he had liked that, so had Chris which made him Happy, when Chris Smiled it made him feel happy. He grinned slightly remebering some of the jokes that had passed between Chris and Aunt Margie. But he remembered then the black hole that sucked all the happiness out of the room.
Tom, he coudln't...no he wouldn't call him Uncle Tom, he wasn't an Uncle he didn't even think he was human. Jeff sighed and closed his eyes he couldn't sleep. He wondered if he could get away with going to Chris's room to see if Chris would let him sleep in there. He slowly climbed out of the bed, the cold floor searing into his bare feet. He shivered and slowly snuck down the hall to Chris' room.
The soft sound of someone crying reached his ears and he paused listening softly. The crying continued muffeled by the door and something else. Jeff slipped slowly clouser to the door and placed his eye to the crack not wanting to disturb Chris if something was upsetting him. What he saw disturbed him more....
TBC...
A/N:hehehehehe, I'm an evil lady arn't I? What is Tom's big deal, Is Jeff sane, is he safe. Whats wrong with Chris? Read the next chapter to find out. Also, thanks for the reveiws on the first chapter. And to answers Baslady's question about Beta reader no I do not have one nor do I have a program that suports spell cheak.
