Chapter 54 Confrontation
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Daryl
I was facing real detention this time - but for the life of me, I couldn't remember what I'd done that was so bad. Something was off with Rogers too, but I couldn't put my finger on what. He'd grown cold with me and worse – I couldn't believe he'd done this – he'd called my dad to tell him to come in later to discuss 'my behaviour.' He knew what he was doing to me! How could he betray me like that? He said that while he couldn't let me stay with him anymore – it wasn't right – that he would go home with me and Dad to check everything was fine. He said he would make him listen and stop hurting me.
But I didn't believe him. It was clear that he didn't give a shit about me anymore.
Maybe he never had – it was all an act to get him to me to trust him and seduce me.
I was furious and heart-broken.
I felt alone without Merle there.
Worst of all, I felt dirty and used. Maybe even more than after with Dad because I didn't expect anything different from that bastard.
Then only explanation that I could think of was that he'd already got bored with me even though I gave him the time of his life in school the other day. It was me who suggested bending over Shane's desk – and let him… thought it would be hilarious and he'd laughed. And now he was going to throw me away in the last week of school like so much trash?
He ordered me to meet back in his classroom after my last period which happened to be History before Dad was meant to come.
I shuddered at the thought of seeing that monster again.
I considered running away but then I thought maybe I could change his mind about letting me stay at his.
He smiled grimly and looked at me like I was a difficult problem that he was left dealing with.
He made sure to lock the classroom door and put the key in his pocket. This made me uneasy this time. But he's never hurt you before – isn't that type of guy, I tried to mentally reassure myself.
'Come here.' He gave me one of his usual warm smiles then and I thought that maybe everything else had been a sick joke.
I willingly got into his lap and we kissed and he held me awhile. I even started to hope that he'd change his mind.
'I'm sorry, I'm sorry.' He just kept saying over and over before he started to gently undress me until I put my hands on top of his. 'No. Please. Stop.'
'Oh, come on, boy. Just one last time for memory's sake.' He was panting in need in my ear now.
I got really angry then. 'No! Do you think you can just throw me out like a piece of trash and then fuck me? You know what he did to me and you called him up. Gonna hand me right back to him and you know what he does to me! Get off me!'
His hands had gone still but he was still kissing my neck, still trying to seduce me. I tried to push him away and get up but he wouldn't let me.
'Please…after everything I did for you. You owe me this.'
'Fuck you! Get off me!'
'Do what ya told, boy!' He got rough and before I knew it, he'd tugged off my clothes just like my father did without his usual care and had me against the desk.
'How about my desk for a change? So, I that I always got this sweet memory of you?'
'You're sick!' I was out of my mind with terror as he quickly shrugged off his own pants and underwear and I could feel him erect against me.
'Jus' stop! You promised that ya would never hurt me!'
He ignored my protests. 'Does this remind you of him?' It was totally out of character from him – I sensed that he usually did his best to be the opposite of my father.
Why, oh why couldn't I remember what I did to make him so furious?
'Stop, have you totally lost it? How can you joke about him when you know what he did to me?'
'Who said I was joking, Daryl? Frankly, I'm fed up with your inability to trust me and having to treat you with kid gloves just in case I accidentally trigger you by saying or doing something like your fucking Daddy does or says. Thought you would've been over him by now. Walking on egg shells the whole time is no picnic, believe me, boy...'
'Are you fuckin' surprised.'
'Well it's not a nice feeling when I give you everything and you still don't trust me, honey.'
He urged himself against me so I just kept arguing to delay him.
'Ain't your honey! You don't have the fuckin' right to call me that! Let me the fuck go!'
'Oh, I don't, do I? I took you in, saved you from your sick Daddy and this is how you talk to me, BOY!' He was grinding himself against me now while I tried not to cry. It was all more than I could take – I hadn't expected this from him.
No matter my pathetic struggles and how I whimpered, he forced himself inside me practically dry. It didn't matter then that I screamed as loud as I could. I wanted someone to hear us even though the asshole had locked his classroom. He penetrated me without any care or preparation when he usually took a long time to make sure I was aroused and willing. He had even said that was almost his favourite part, for fuck's sake.
I badly wanted someone to catch him raping me. He'd be exposed but then so would I and the thought of that made me feel sick. Shane and all his buddies would all be proved right but maybe I didn't give a shit. Because Merle said he was going to take me away from that shithole and all its bad memories and soon I'd never have to see any of them ever again.
He had the gall to lecture me. 'Believe it or not, this kind of hurts for me too...ya so fuckin' tight and I got nothin' to make it easier. But you got the shortest end of the straw, sweet boy. Better remember that..."
I wished most of all to be anywhere else more than anything as I focused on being as quiet as possible despite the pain. Feeling like I was being torn apart like my first time but even then, my evil father had gone through the motions of lubing himself and me up.
I frowned in disbelief as his voice tickled against my ear as he breathed out, 'Take deep breaths, Dixon. You had this coming. Been a bad boy.' In exactly the same tone he used when he taught us quadratic equations. He bottomed out but thankfully, wasn't moving just yet.
He'd called me a 'bad boy' the last time we did this here but then it had turned me on but now he was kind of snarling it at me – making me even more frightened.
Everything about the way he was treating me was different and wrong. Now he started thrusting hard. Not even asking me if I was OK with the force or his pace like he usually did!
'I'm sorry. Please just stop...don't do it. I'll suck ya off good instead, how 'bout that?'
'Shut up, bitch!' He grunted and slapped me hard! He'd never called me names like that before! I held the side of my face in shock because he never hurt me before but at least the sharp, unexpected pain distracted me for a few seconds from the real pain inside as his pace increased. I was experiencing no pleasure but pain!
.
During this new ordeal, his hands had a different kind of feel to them, more longing and exploring than my father's who only wanted to restrain or hurt me more. I frowned in disbelief as his voice tickled against my ear as he breathed out;
'But you like it rough, you said so yourself.'
'But not like this! It fuckin' hurts...I said 'No'. Please jus' stop!' I hated the pleading in my voice.
'Sorry, no can do. Jus' can't get enough of ya. Just like when I saw ya the first time when ya big brother brought ya to the 'Big Boy's School' but ya were too young. I was surprised he was holding hand – thought Dixons didn't do that. Anyway, I still got a hard-on simply by looking at you, boy.'
'Sick fuck' I muttered under my breath. 'Ya jus' a perve like him!' I spat. 'Ya freaking me out! I'm telling you I don't want this. Fuckin' stop! And ya sound jus' like my father!'
'Don't ya dare compare me with that sack of shit!' He rewarded me with a couple of particularly savage thrusts and fisted my hair. Hard. Before I knew it, I sensed that somebody else had entered the classroom despite Carl locking it with his key but I couldn't see who from the angle that he had me pinned. I hoped that they would rescue me but so far, they eerily had remained silent instead of being outraged on my behalf and I knew that it couldn't mean anything good. However, Roger's sadistically tight grip on my hair lifted.
'What…Who?' I looked up in confusion and raised my eyes only to meet the unfeeling ice-cold blues of my father's. I was just waiting for him to unzip his pants and claim my mouth for his but he didn't, instead what he did do left me lost for words. He pried my desperately clutching fingers away from Rogers' desk to take my hands in his own. He even squatted down to my level and kissed my forehead.
I was too surprised to react.
'My poor sweet boy, what the hell did ya do to deserve this?'
'Dad! Get him off of me! Make it all stop!' I cried. Rogers seemed unaware and had already started up again. The pain was unbearable and it was hard to hold back the little sounds of pain that wanted to leave me.
'Oh, son, you know I can't do that...' He mumbled mournfully, a big contrast to the unadulterated lust that I saw in his eyes. 'That's right, Daryl, your Daddy knows how this goes. Better just suck it up because I ain't stopping it any time soon.'
Dad being there did nothing to put him off, in fact it only seemed to encourage him.
To make things crystal clear in case I hadn't understood, my teacher's thrusts kept coming with no sign of letting up or slowing down.
'Enjoy the show...' My sicko teacher breathed to my father who shook his head and kept on holding onto my hands, even as I clenched mine around his tightly enough to hurt.
Rogers
I heard him screaming 'Stop!' in his sleep and crying. As I ran in, he fell to the floor all twisted up in the light sheet we used as a cover in that hot weather.
'No, no!' He shoved me away when I tried to get him up.
'Daryl! It was just a nightmare! Wake up!' I shook him.
'Dad! Get him off me!' He cried until he realised who I was and where he was. Well, at least I thought he did.
'Dad's here! Watch out!' He grabbed me by my pyjama sleeves. 'He'll kill you!'
'No, he's not. He doesn't know where I live, remember?'
He started to sob with relief when he realised that he wasn't still in the dream and clung to me. 'Dreamt…dreamt it was you…not him rapin' me but we were at school and he was there. And he jus'…He jus'…' He broke down.
'What did he do?' I put my arms around him as he cried.
He shook his head. 'Should've known you would never hurt me. I'm sorry.'
God, he was so sweet. Even in his pain, he was still thinking about me!
'I'm the one that's sorry, baby. Sh…'
I was concerned to say not the least. I had hoped he'd stopped having nightmares by now – he hadn't had any bad dreams for over a week but it was too much to expect. The sick things his own father had done to him meant he might never completely recover. Both physically or mentally.
I interpreted his nightmare for him – he was obviously afraid that his father would find him here and come to drag him back home.
Daryl
About 2 weeks later
Things carried on much the same. We had sex in the classroom a few times in the last week of school and surprise, surprise – I did all my exams. I wasn't that confident about some of them but I reckoned I did OK and Shane's desk was replaced by Maintenance. He didn't comment – probably didn't notice or didn't care – school was nearly out forever, after all.
I put my worries about Dad coming to find me and hurting Carl at the back of my mind but it still played on it occasionally in my bad dreams. I knew I should probably leave my teacher's soon – he'd been kind and decent to me but it was getting near the time to move on.
I knew what Rogers wanted – he was hoping I'd stay despite his enthusiastic talk of college.
We were just coming from a celebratory picnic in the woods near school – I'd just seen my marks up on the board. Our own teachers examined us so we got the marks back pretty quickly and I'd aced Science, Geography and Maths and got A's in most other subjects. Despite Rogers going on about how I could apply for a late scholarship in smaller colleges in the state, I was looking forward to starting my new life with my brother and getting away from Dad. Maybe I wouldn't even have to tell Merle about our father if I was lucky.
We'd shared a bottle of red as well as a big one of champagne with home-made steaks, chips and salad and we both a little tipsy, I guess. Should have been more careful. Not got all complacent and thinking we were safe.
I lit a smoke and started walking slowly up the path and he caught up with me after a little while. We were careless and I laughed when Carl threw his arm around me comfortably before we started going over my college options. I didn't have the heart to tell him that there was only option – my own - that I was planning on taking.
However, we had barely left the school grounds when a familiar voice that froze the blood in my veins drawled behind us and Carl quickly withdrew his arm from around my shoulders.
'Well, what do we have here? I found ya at last, son, and here ya are discussin' grades out here in the woods. A little shady if ya ask me.'
The bastard laughed at his own dumb joke and turned to Rogers pointedly. 'Especially, when ya got ya hands all over my 16-year-old- son. Are you the 'friend' he's been staying with?'
I was horrified, but Rogers held his ground and ignored the last 2 comments from that unbelievable hypocrite.
'He is, isn't he, Daryl?' Dad demanded but I refused to answer. Just hung my head.
'Will Dixon, I presume?' He greeted my father coldly. 'Yes, he has been staying with me. I took him in when you…'
I cleared my throat loudly and looked at him because I could clearly hear him straining to hold back the anger and scorn from his voice and knew he was about to say something stupid. Anyway, Dad now knew the truth and that I lied about my 'friend'. If Merle ever found out…
'When I …did what?'
My heart sank. My teacher had just signed his own death warrant.
Dad stood there, arms crossed over his chest and glaring at us, waiting for him to continue. Thankfully, Carl changed tack but the damage was done.
'I just had a talk with your son. You know he's planning on going away to college?'
I hadn't told him my real plans.
'So, it is you.' Dad spat. 'Goin' away to college? Really? He tell you that?... And who's going to pay?' Dad scoffed and smirked at me, looking me up and down mockingly. 'Cos I sure can't. 'Sides, he ain't mentioned nothin' to me 'bout it.'
I saw Rogers was about to argue but Dad narrowed his eyes and got in first. 'Anyway, what's it to you and why don't ya talk to him inside school? Is that a picnic basket you got there?' His eyes opened in exaggerated surprise.
'Dad...' I finally dared to intervene but my father glared at me, stopping me in my tracks. I had been about to say that school was over but realised that the best path was probably to say as little as possible.
'Well, it's such a beautiful day. Besides, nature is really inspiring to the students. You should be proud of him wanting to get out of this dump and do something with his life. I tell you, he did so well in his final exams that maybe he can get into a small college in the state for free because Daryl's at the top of his class, actually. At least in math. I'll support his application, of course.'
'Oh, I bet he did. Just the perfect little student, ready for all that extra tuition with you.' My father licked his lips sleazily at me and put creepy emphasis on the last part but so quickly that Rogers missed it. Or maybe he was ignoring it again. I drew back from him instinctively and edged nearer my teacher, despite myself.
'He really is, got A's in all of them.' The teacher continued praising me proudly while I was telling him mentally to shut up. That anything good he would say about me wouldn't make the bastard proud like normal parents but would be something he could twist and use against me later on our own.
If it came to that. But deep down I knew I had no choice now that Dad had found us because Rogers was kind of short and skinny and no match for him.
'Straight A's, huh? First time in history a Dixon ever took his finals let alone aced them. I take it ya his math-teacher?'
'Sure am, Sir.'
'I figured as much.' He sneered at Rogers then focused his attention on me. 'Tell me, son, what did ya have to do get your grades up in his class?'
I prayed Mr. Rogers wouldn't catch on to my disgusting father's bait.
I did for sure as I felt my cheeks grow hot.
Don't sell him short, he's talented.'
My father narrowed his eyes then, making me clear my throat again, as a warning. Thankfully he got it.
Dad had had enough now.
'Get ya ass over here, boy.'
To avoid a scene, I did as I was told and he grabbed me as soon as I was within his grasp, hugging me greedily to him with one arm. I looked at Mr. Rogers quickly before giving an almost invisible shake with my head, letting him know it was better for him to just shut up and let me go. Then I looked at the ground instead, avoiding eye-contact with either of them. I just couldn't stand the torn look on Roger's face. I could sense him wanting to protect me and beat the crap out of my father, maybe even go beyond that.
'Come on, son. Let's go home, hey? Let's stop bothering the guy, huh? After he took you in. We both know all that stuff about college is a pile of crap.'
Still holding me possessively in an iron-grip to his side, he looked over my head at my teacher and I could feel him smirk.
'You ain't goin' anywhere, son.' It was a direct challenge to the other man and also to me because it hit me then that the bastard was never going to let me go. Planned to keep me around as his personal sex-slave forever, no doubt and I felt suddenly nauseous and swayed a little on my feet. But my father steadied me and kept me upright.
He started to drag me off home with him while Rogers just stood there, slack-jawed and looking guilty.
'It's OK. I'll be fine.' I lied.
Dad snarled in my ear. 'Shut up. Why ya talkin' to that pervert for?'
That was rich, coming from you! I thought.
When I dragged my feet or otherwise seemed reluctant to go with him, he applied pressure to my back. My heart skipped a beat in both grateful surprise and in horror when I heard my teacher run up behind us and use his authority that came with the job.
'Mr. Dixon, stop. He's not going anywhere with you.'
We both turned around at this. 'Excuse me?' Dad queried politely and I looked up at him briefly then and saw he was amused at the teacher's audacity.
'You heard me. He's not going anywhere with you.'
'Well, sorry for breakin' it to ya, that's not for you to decide, now is it?'
'I just can't let him go home with you. I can see you're angry and I've seen his injuries enough times to guess what happens when lose your temper. That's why I took him in. Last time, you were out of control so he's coming with me.'
I was shaking my head at him. He should never have said that to my father.
'A good Samaritan, huh?' My father snarled in return and my gut clenched as I felt his hand fisting my shirt possessively. I knew he was just itching to beat the shit out of me after maybe he had done the same to my teacher.
'Ya standin' there tellin' me I can't take my own kid home? What do ya know? This boy, he's a Dixon….' He shook me in a way that looked proud and tender to someone who didn't know us watching.
'He likes to fight, it's in his blood. That's where his bruises came from.'
Rogers was nervous and a little scared, I could tell but he bravely tried to stand up to our father.
'Now, I know that's not true. He wouldn't tell me – tried to protect you but I know it was you, Mr. Dixon.'
Dad rounded on him, dragging me with him. 'Who the fuck do ya think ya are accusing me of abusing my own son?'
He looked down at me then and stroked my cheek while keeping a tight grip of me with his other hand and it took all my determination not to jerk away.
Dad's voice grew tender then, telling me that I was really in deep shit as he held me pinned with his piercing gaze.
'Do I abuse ya, son? Hurt ya? Tell him, if I do and ya scared to go home with me and I'll let ya go back with him.'
Rogers just stared at us with his mouth wide open. I couldn't imagine what he was thinking and I could feel my face burning red with shame.
'N...no...' I lied, unable to meet the teacher's eyes. What if he believed this little act my sick father was putting on for his benefit? I knew he couldn't – he'd tended my injuries himself but Dad had this weird power sometimes – he could convince you the sky was red when it was blue.
I just wanted it to be over and Rogers not to get hurt even if it meant I paid dearly when we got home. I'd had a few happy weeks without him, after all.
'I'm his teacher who cares about him, that's who I am.' Rogers answered calmly. 'And frankly, I got sick and tired of seeing him looking like he lost a round in the ring with a fire-truck. He's a good kid, doesn't deserve it.'
I felt relieved, of course he wasn't falling for any of Dad's shit.
'What do ya know about it? I told ya he likes fightin', yeah, sometimes even with his big brother and I have to tell Merle to go easy on the boy because ya no match for him, are ya, son?'
He ruffled my hair then and it took everything I had in me not to tear away my head in disgust. He was unbelievable – I couldn't believe that he would sink so low as to blame my big brother for my bruised face and broken bones when he'd never laid a finger on me, not even when we were younger. I mean, yeah, he could get pretty rough with me at times, I might have bumps and scrapes, sometimes he'd wrestle me to the floor or shove me hard but he'd never really hurt me, I knew.
Not like our father did.
The worst thing was that I knew that the clever bastard was aiming a double-blow at both of us. Me -for still being too weak to beat my big brother and Merle for being a coward who bullied me. I nearly lost control, ready to defend my brother, but I stopped myself just in time.
I was determined not to play into the bastard's hands.
Rogers only raised his eyebrows questioningly and said nothing so Dad felt encouraged, thinking he was winning him over and continued his rant.
'Ya see him what? At most, 8 hours a week? Don't let this sweet face fool ya.'
To my horror, Rogers took the opportunity to grab me when my dad, really getting carried away by the show he was putting on for his benefit, loosened his grip. He quickly got in front of me, shielding me from my father just like Merle did when things got out of hand at home.
