The Love of a Silent Star
Dying Hope
Chapter Three
Three years before
The boy was sitting in a plastic chair waiting for his 'uncle' to get done with the police. They had caught the man and the boy trying to get into the city illegally. The man had fake I.D, but the boy was legal, even though the officers could not find any family ties or someone in relation to him anywhere. The man that said to be the boy's uncle had been caught with drugs and a gun on him, which was in clear violation of the laws that abided in the city.
The boy however was completely clean, even his clothing, black blazer and tie were neat and clean. It looked like he had been taken from Sunday church, but the boy claimed that the man was his uncle; the man was detained until a hearing was assigned to him for his day in court. As for the boy he stayed seated for hours while the police and custom officers, tried to work out paper-work him, and trying to locate the real family.
A police officer sat across from the blonde haired child, trying to assess the boy. They could not find a name for him in anyone's file, it was like he had just been dropped on earth and left for someone to find. The boy was looking at him now, his eyes burned holes into the officer, eyes that were cold and un-feeling were all that could be seen.
The officer hated when a child had to be dragged down in these kinds of problems, it always put a lot of strain on them, although with this child it seemed like he didn't even care. It unnerved the officer that the boy was so quite and resigned, when offered a cold soft drink the child shook his head, and nodded his head softly to the coffee pot instead, truly a strange child.
The officer stood, from where he sat and walked over to the receptionist, and muttered a few words too her about calling social services to come pick up the child. The officer took one last look at the boy before walking away back to his office and moving on with his life.
Present
"So did you meet anyone at school today Edward?" Riza asked him, as they all ate the dinner she had prepared.
He only replied with a small shrug to the shoulders. As of the moment he treated Roy with a mild neglect, with Riza he had not even said a word too since arriving, just the occasional shrug and sighs, and as for Alphonse, he was more focused on him, paying more attention to him.
After dinner, Riza and Roy remained in the kitchen talking softly and cleaning up the remains of dinner, while the boys retired to their rooms.
Alphonse's P.O.V
It's almost midnight and I still cannot sleep. My mind is going a hundred miles an hour with different thoughts, mostly about my step-brother. I remember the kiss he gave me.
Distracted by my thoughts, I do not hear the door softly open and a presence step inside, coming closer to me and where I lay on my bed. What snapped me out of my phase is when he calls my name, and I jump surprised and glad at the same time for the intrusion. Since I always lock my door at night, I have no idea how he entered my room.
He sits on the edge of the bed; softly placing his hand on my stomach. The other hand he runs through my hair and along my jaw-line. I hold my breath while he does this. I close my eyes while he continues and wonder what he will do next. I jump again when I feel lips being pressed to mine. It was a harsh kiss, not like the one that he had given me before. When he touched my body, he was rough. I wanted it though, and I longed for it, for so long, so I let him continue taking everything that he gave, giving nothing back.
Once complete, he walked away like nothing had happened, and looked at me with the same empty and cold eyes. I don't talk about those nights that he comes to me, hoping that if I never told, he would never stop coming. I loved him so much that it hurt and I hoped that he loved me.
Hope died in my heart, when I caught him on his knees before someone else, he was pleasuring him, he was on his knees before my father. I wanted too run and hide, get the disgusting site out of my mind, but I stood there and watched, while he degraded himself further.
I saw his eyes move too mine, which had extensively widened in the few seconds, when I saw that he had seen me standing there watching him. I ran for my life there, and went to hide in my room. I told no one because I still loved him and still needed him. He stopped touching me though, he stopped talking to me and anything physical or just a passing hello was stopped. I cried at night, praying that he would come back to me, but he didn't.
I now knew about what he did when he was not around my family, and they were blind enough not too notice what was happening in their family. He gave himself to anyone that paid him. I was truly disgusted with this, but I kept hoping that this would change, that he would stop, but I was wrong.