warnings- language

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He had to set the boy on the floor and lean his body against the cold tub's side to prop him up in a easy position to see his face. His nose was red with the swelling but the most of the color came from the blood that cascaded down his nose and mouth, his eyes were open and clean except the brownish bruise a little below his right eye that would surely become a darker shade later on.

"Boy that man sure can hit you well with a floor, even if he's drunk" Chuckling, Jack turned away from the boy to find the simple supplies he would need to clean him up. With them living in a abandoned house and only buying serious things needed like food, weapons and all sorts of little supplies like tape, they didn't have much of a health kit or anything to be specific but an old rag, soap and bandages. Quickly snatching up the only things he had, he turned back to Hiro to see his head bent down like he was sleeping while sitting up.

"Oh come on Hiro it's just a busted nose and lip, straighten up and get over it"

Seconds after his words filled the air, the boys shoulders stiffened as his fingers twitched at anger prickled into his skin.'how dare he' He thought, 'what does he mean by those words?' Pushing his head up, he brought his eyes up to look at Jack, glanced at the his hands holding the supplies, and then back into his eyes as a dumbfounded look spread across his face until anger replaced it.

"You don't think i have had enough? Two...two years of my life smashed and turned into a hell above ground, heck- my brother probably thinks my body is buried in a field somewhere and-" He stopped himself to chuckle in disbelief while rubbing blood away that dripped down his chin before continuing "And you two won't kill me yet, you wont even allow me to kill myself. You two only push and torture me enough to get close to death but you keep me alive for some dumb reason to work and abuse me. I'm not even sure why you wont kill me, because i'm ready when you are."

After his huge rant, he had to take in a deep breath to stop his heart from beating against his chest and slowly turning his eyes to see if the man was angry. Jacks eyes were not even on him, he wasn't even paying attention.

"Are-are you even listening to me?"

The man only hummed in response before continuing to dab soap and a clear liquid on the rag he held. He was paying attention, he listened to every word the boy threw at him but he did not look up at him while he was speaking, instead he placed the bottles on the floor now only holding the rag, and slowly brought it to his face but to only have Hiro flinch away and turn his head the other direction, ignoring him and his help.

"Hiro don't act like a child and let me at least wipe the blood off your face, or would you rather have Darin come in here and do this?"

He knew he wouldn't go out and ask Darin to do his job he told him to do, especially with him being drunk he would most likely get angry and he knew Jack knew that, so he ignored his words and continued to keep his head turned and stared at the door with no expression left on him.

"Hiro."

No response or movement.

"Hiro turn your head or ill snap it my direction."

Again, no response or no movement, he was starting to loose his patience. Instead of waiting for either the boy to turn his head or for Darin to barge in on his own, he lifted his hand up and grabbed a hold of the boys jaw, snapping his head in his direction. One hand holding the boys face and the other with the rag, he slowly brought it up to his skin and roughly wiped at the blood on his face.

Seconds passed and the silence grew thicker as he moved to another place on his skin to clear up. He stared at the boys injuries on his face before finding himself looking up at Hiro's brown eyes, but to no surprise to find them still fixed on the door acting as if he did not even feel the rag on the skin or the hand clenched to his jaw.

He was hoping the boy would at least talk or try something, but with time slipping by he started to think this was probably the only time he could get to talk to the boy with everything he wanted to say, he was in a closed room and he was sure Darin most likely passed out or went out for more drinks. He knew the boys eyes were not on him but he knew his ears were still on, so he started a one sided conversation, hoping to get the boys attention.

"You know...i didn't really want to do anything like this, kidnapping and running from everything wasn't on my agenda, it never was." When he found a good spot to pause, he stopped cleaning the blood from his skin, then threw the rag into the sink on the other side of the room before he was able to lean his back against the wall of the tub beside Hiro and continued to speak.

"We were both only 18 but Darin was already so deep in gangs and violence, and I owed Darin money, and i mean a lot of it...he said he wouldn't kill me or hurt my family if I helped him with all these robberies he planned. I thought he would let me off after, but it got to far to the point I couldn't return to my home town, I got in too deep and ended up staying with him for 4 whole years, and I still am." Sighing, when he paused with Hiro still not speaking a word, he thought he either passed out or still did not care enough to listen, but when he turned his head to the right to look at him, his eyes locked with dull brown eyes staring into him as he spoke.

Knowing he had the boys attention and wasn't talking to himself, he relaxed a little before turning his head back to face the door in front of him waiting just for a few seconds, listening to see of there was any sign of Darin outside. When he heard nothing but his own breath he spoke again, this time quieter just to stay on the safe side.

"I was never sure why he got so attached into finding and doing all this stuff to you, never told me really, he just came up to me about his plan and told me what he wanted me to help him with, if I asked questions he would have punched me or worse. I thought you were going to be around my age, thinking maybe you owed him money, but when i saw you were just a kid, I-"

He cut his words off when Hiro roughly whispered his name, not saying anything else until the man went dead silent looking back at the boy beside him again.

"Stop rambling on about this because the longer were in here, the larger chance there is that Darin will come in here"

When that chance came back to their minds, both of them slowly got up off the dirty ground. Jack was of course the one to open the door and look out to see if there was any sign of life, when there wasn't, he and Hiro both walked out of the bathroom into the tiny living room, to still see no signs of life.

Jack walked off into the other rooms to see if there would be a unconscious Darin somewhere. Just a few minutes passed before he returned to Hiro standing in the living room using the wall for support as he rubbed his forehead like he was trying to sooth the throbbing pain from getting slammed into the floor. He acted like he didn't notice him in pain as he pulled out his phone and started pressing his thumb on the screen, most likely dialing the other mans number.

Pulling the phone the phone to his ear, Hiro watched Jack as his face filled with impatience when the man did not answer. Calling him twice, three, then four times and he did not answer a single call from him.

"Why do you want to know where he is, shouldn't you be glad that he's gone? We can leave right now-"

"Do that Hiro and he will come and kill you and everyone you know, and I would like to know where he is because he is drunk and if he went out he could get unwanted attention, someone could recognize him from the paper or news, he will get caught, run back here and kill us both-"

A loud bang ran through the air, piercing both of the boys ears as there heads turned towards the front yard of the old house. Hiro only stood and watched as Jack had walked off towards the front door, when he swung the door open, his hole expression changed into anger and fear as he looked back at Hiro then out the door again.

"Hiro you move from that spot and you will be thrown in a river understand?"

He was shocked to see his mood change so quickly, who was the man that sat in the bathroom and told him all that stuff?Now he was back to himself, the who was on Darin's side, he shook his head and slid his body down the wall until he was completely sitting on the floor, then watched as Jack walked outside and slammed the door behind him, leaving Hiro to wait and see what came back through the door.

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Seconds turned to minutes, and soon 15 whole minutes passed and still nothing came in, or out the door. Hiro still sat where Jack had told him to stay, he tapped his fingers against the floor then he would just close his eyes and think, but when he started think it lead his mind to think about his brother and what Jack had said about if he ran, it lead him to thinking of his brother, seeing him again.

He cursed under his breath at the thought, he knew he could just act like we wasn't thinking about his brother, he wouldn't have to draw another 'dash' on his skin, but it was like Darin could see right threw his lies, whenever he was alone, and if that man showed up he would ask him the same question,

'Think about your family lately, how they might come to your rescue?'

If he lied, he would be able to tell, even if he tried showing no expression with that man he could see anything. It was like he had a full access to every thought in his head.

"Another scar another piece of proof i lived" He mumbled to himself. He wasn't going to cut another mark on him, not now, or not anytime yet. He was hoping that whenever those two came back, they would be too busy with whatever was happening outside to ask. With all the bruises and scars he already has on his skin, he knows he will receive more, but he will get out of this place alive and he will take these scars to show he was strong, he didn't give up the tiny hope he had left that his brother still believed of him, would still want him even if he would be a mental and physical train wreck after something like this to happen to him.

'two hole years...'

A loud sudden bang on the outside of the door made Hiro shake out of his thoughts and nearly jump back up to stand on his feet, but he stay glued to the floor pressing his back harder against the wall like he could just push through it and hide forever. His eyes darted down to the knob of the front door as is shook violently before the door was pushed open hard enough to have it bang on the wall beside it and bounce back a bit.

He heard the thud of there footsteps and grouchy mumbling as first Darin walked in with a big, black bag hanging over his shoulder, and then came in Jack. Hiro had to bight on his tongue to stop from gasping to see that not only was there a black bag, but a man hanging over Jack's shoulder not moving a muscle.

Was he dead?

When they threw the man on the floor just a few feet from him, he could hear a small grunt come from the man when he hit the floor on his back. He was now able to get a better viewing of him from where he sat on the floor.

Rope covered most of him, but under he could still see a uniform of a brown long sleeve shirt and black long pants, he wore black boots that went up to his ankles and had dark blonde hair and pale skin. His chest was moving showing signs he was breathing, but his eyes were closed tightly as sweat dripped from his forehead, making his skin look sticky as his hair stuck to his forehead.

So he was alive, for now at least.

"Damn Sheriff followed us, found him snooping around the house bout half a mile away in the driveway" Darin was obviously more sober than he was awhile ago, but he was more angry then drunk, and so was Jack, but he looked more nervous than angry now. "We might need to go somewhere else.." Mumbled Jack, as he rubbed his fingers through his hair, like it was helping him think somehow.

'wait a sheriff?!'

Hiro nearly cried out in joy at the thought of a sheriff finding this place, that meant that there was more hope than he told himself. He had to bite hard on his lip to stop him from smiling, even a little, if someone saw him smiling he would be in more trouble imaginable, so he sat there and tried his best to show no emotion, just limp and hunched over like a rag doll, waiting to be thrown around or ripped apart again.

"What the hell is that kid doing up here still? whats wrong with him?" Darin's harsh voice echoes across the rooms as he waited to see what Jack would say, god he was hoping he would understand why he was acting like this,

please understand..

"Oh- after I was done cleaning him up he was acting like that the hole damn time, I guess when you banged his head on the floor you did it hard because he's like a shell, noting inside."

A rough chuckle came from the other man as he crossed his arms, filling his dark eyes with what looked like pride, sick controlling power.

"Guess little Hiro is finally giving up, knock in the head must have set him back 'n reality" He slurred a little at the end of his words, proving he was still of course drunk.

Hiro wanted to punch him while he wasn't sober, to get up and fight for once, but he knew this was his only chance to make him let his guard down, even just alittle bit, or even just for a day he needed to get to the sheriff, they would leave him here tied up, or they would put him where no windows lie, the basement

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so here is this chapter, sorry i have not been updating a lot, i could never find the time with school and other stuff going on, i tried to make this a long chapter, ill update sometime next week, hopefully.

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see you in the next chapter, maybe?

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