Chapter1 Dark Light
Hey this is just my version of why Sands is the way he is today. Please review
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Sands sighed and ran a hand through his floppy hair. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he snapped as he opened the door to find his social worker standing on the steps.
"Sheldon please don't speak to me in that tone. I have come to speak with you that's all," Mrs Watson or Emma as she insisted he call her to keep things nice and friendly. Sands couldn't stand her. She had this annoying patronising tone that made him want to punch her.
Emma then walked in and made herself at home then produced his file notes. "Sit down Sheldon there are a few things we need to discuss," she said in an almost tired tone.
"I don't want to talk to you so why don't you just piss of back to the Home and go tend to all the other kids and leave me the hell alone," he hissed his eyes flashing coldly at her.
She sighed. "Sheldon you know I'm assigned to look after you until you turn eighteen so I'm afraid you're stuck with me for another year kiddo," she said in many respects the idea appealed to her as much as it did to him.
Sands had caused her a lot of works when he was assigned to her eleven years ago after being removed from an unsuitable home. When Sands first came to the home he didn't speak. Many therapists came to see him in an attempt to find out the reason behind it. Even from that age he had not responded well to the range of therapists and physiologists who spoke to him.
It was a little over a year before Sands finally spoke. Sands caused a lot of problems within the Home. He terrified the children with his aggression and violent temper. None of the staff knew how to control him, in truth they were all a little afraid of him.
Sands spent years in and out of foster homes. No one wanted to adopt him because he was such a difficult child.
Emma sighed again. "Sands you know the arrangement. If you don't control your temper and kerb your behaviour you'll end up back in the home, do you?" she asked gently.
Sands bit back a bitter comment. A cold chill ran through him They couldn't send him back there. He couldn't go back there. Sure he wasn't very keen of his foster family but there were a lot better than that home was. Sands had been moved from the home to a secure unit for teenage delinquents. Sands hated it there, there was no way he was going back there.
Emma saw his face and gave him a slight smile. "Does that mean we have an agreement?" she asked him hopefully.
"I'm not going back there," he said darkly.
"Then for God sake behave," she said wearily.
Just then Sands foster mother came in. "Oh hello Mrs Watson," Lisa said shaking her hand.
"Please call me Emma," she said with a smile.
Sands used this opportunity to slip upstairs. He flopped onto his bed sighing heavily. He couldn't deal with this shit just now. He picked up the phone and dialled a number. "Hey you don't mind if I come see you just now do you?" he asked not really caring what the answer was he was going anyway.
"Yeah that's cool, everything okay man?"
Sands hung up without answering. He slipped his leather jacket on and ran back downstairs. "Where are you going?" Lisa asked.
"Out," he said coldly slamming the door behind him.
He smiled when he saw Jason leaning against the wall smoking as he waited for him. "hey Sands want a smoke?" he asked when he saw him approach.
"Yeah," Sands said accepting the smoke and light from him. He stood silently beside Jason inhaling deeply. "You okay man?" Jason asked after a few minutes of silence had passed.
Sands turned to face him. "They're threatening to send me back to the home," he said bitterly.
"Shit," Jason said stubbing out his spent cigarette.
Sands took a few more drags of the cigarette before stubbing it out. "Tell me about it," he said.
Jason moved closer to Sands working his arms around his thin frame pulling him towards him. Their lips met and their tongues grazed hungrily together. Sands ran his hands through Jason's hair as he pressed up against his firm body.
Sands went back to Jason's where they sat in his room getting stoned and drinking a bottle of Jack between them. "Fuck me Sands your hot," Jason muttered as he stroked his hair.
Sand smiled as their lips met again. When he was with Jason was the only time when his life didn't seem like total and utter pointless shit. Jason pulled Sands top off pausing when he saw fresh marks on his arms. "Sands…" he muttered sadly his eyes meeting his.
"It's cool man," Sands said trying to dismiss it.
"Don't hurt yourself Sands," Jason pleaded.
Sands sighed. "It helps me cope," he said not quite meeting his eyes.
"Talk to me Sands anytime you feel like cutting talk to me, let me help," Jason said as he caressed Sands face.
Sand nodded and kissed him again. He didn't want to think about what he would do if he didn't have Jason.
