Disclaimer: *crying softly* I'll never own Holes
Author Note: I know some (ALL!) the characters are a little (A LOT) OOC. I try to keep them in character but I also try to add more depth to their character, so if you're upset about that...sorry. By the way 'throat' in my last chapter is supposed to be 'door'. I fixed in the small recap. I also wrote Pendanski's drunk state more clearly so you'd be able to understand better than you would if I wrote drunken thoughts.
Warning: contains scenes of rape, bad language and maybe more
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"And your still the jerk who got his rootbeer stolen." I laugh and before he realizes what I mean I snatch his last rootbeer and make a break for the door.
"Pendanski come back here right now or so help me I'm gonna kick you in your-ah!" He cries when he trips over himself.
"That's what you get!" I laugh before I bump into someone suddenly.
"Mom?"
Pendanski's POV
I look up, I had fallen on my rump, to see Ricky standing over me. He seems a million times taller with me on my rear end. I stand up quickly and look up at him. "Sorry Ricky." I say and he snaps out his trance.
"Oh, sorry Mom. I didn't see you." He says and seems a little uncertain on what to do next.
"It's alright." I say and look at the rootbeer in my hand. "Here." I say, handing it to him. He smiles, "Thanks Mom." He says than races back to his tent. I smile, they are good kids...just misunderstood. I nod and walk to my office. When I get there I find that all of the D-tenters, except Ricky, are there.
I smile and cross my arms over my chest, "You boys need somethin'?" I asked.
"I think you already know why we're here, Mom." Rex says and I sigh, "Rex, you should know very well by now that I don't wanna talk bout' it." I say, trying to keep my smile on. When your feeling down, a smile will erase the frown!
"You should know very well by now that we do." Rex says and I groan, memories came back in waves and I wanna cry again. Theodore comes near me, "Mom, please we wanna help. In any way we can."
I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes, "Can't you boys leave me alone, just for one day?" I ask, my voice cracking.
Flash Back
"Mmm, your a dirty little slut, aren't you Jacob?" His voice sang and he slammed into me. I let out a muffled cry, "Mumph!" I manage a small gasp
"Oh, yes. You're nothing. You've always been nothing. You'll always be nothing. Nobody wants you. Nobody likes you. Nobdy needs you. I am all you have." He, my father, whispers in my ear and I sob. I wanna plead to him to stop, to leave me alone. To just kill me and end my torture.
"You, are a useless. You, are worthless. You, are stupid. You, are weak. You," He slams into me and I let out a muffled scream of pain. "are pathic."
End Flash Back
"Mom..." Alan grabs my arm but I push him away.
"No! Leave me alone! Get out! All of you! Get the hell out!" I scream at them.
They stare at me, shocked expressions on their faces. I growl and turn around and leave. I walk towards one of the personal trucks, one used to go into town or go on vacation. I get in and drive away from the damned camp. All the while my father's voice booms in my ear drums, "You, are pathic."
He's right. He's always, fucking, right.
X-Ray's POV
"X, wake up!" I grumble and roll over on my back. "What is it Armpit? It's the middle of the night!"
"It's Mom. He's...I think he's...drunk." Armpit said and I quickly sat up when he said this. Mom had been gone for almost three months now. The others were already awake, standing around the tent. "Where is he?" I ask.
"Outside." Squid says and we make our way outside. I'm...shocked to see Mom like this. He's wearing tight, black jeans and a neon pink dress shirt and black boots. A beer bottle is in his hand and he has glitter all over himself. He shaved his beard and his hair is longer and slicked back, the ends are dyed neon pink.
He spun around and laughed and nealy fell over his own feet. "Oh, hahahahahaha! I believe I can fly! I believe I can touch the sky! I think about every night and day!" Oh, god, he's singing.
Pendanski's POV
Everything was a blur. But, I was happy. Everything was bright and colorful, even in the dark. I laughed and started to dance. I swayed my hips and waved my arms all around. I don't mean to brag but I'm a really good dancer. I kicked some dirt up and laughed. Something grabbed my arm and I realized it was one of the boys.
"Hahaha, Theeeeeoooodoorrreeee!" I laughed.
"Mom, we gotta get you inside. Your drunk." He and Ricky grabbed either one of my arms and pulled me towards their tent.
I laughed and pushed Theodore aside and grabbed both of Ricky's arms. "Oh, come on, Ricky! Let's daaanncee!" I laughed.
X-Ray's POV
Mom laughed and begun to swing Zig-Zag's arms around. He was an okay dancer...he just...danced to adult like. He swayed his hips and bounced his shoulders and...thrusted away. "Mom, we need to get you inside." I said and Zig-Zag seized both his arms. Suddenly, Mom flung himself on his bottom.
"Nooo! Please, don't take me inside!" He cried. His speech was a little slured and it was kind of hard to understand him.
"Mom,"
"No! Please, Daddy, I'll be a good boy!" He said and we froze. What?
"Ugh, just get him inside." I said and Zig-Zag and Squid dragged him inside. We put him on my bed and he rolled around and hugged the sheets and pillow. "Hehemhmhe." He giggled and stared at us with confused eyes.
"Why do you hate me?" He asked suddenly, tears filling his eyes and trailing down his face.
"What do you...we don't hate you!" I said, surprised he said such a thing.
"I love y'all but y'all act like you hate me and I don't know why! I try so hard to help you and you act as though I'm just bothering you! What am I doing wrong?!" He asked and he was crying fully now.
"Mom, we don't hate you! You mean the world to us! You're just so annoying sometimes and you get on our nerves! But, that doesn't mean we hate you! We love you!" I say and the others agreed.
He wrapped his arms around the pillow, "You do? You really do?" He asked.
"Yes." We said in union.
"Ohhhh! Thank you! I love you too!" He giggled again and fell off the bed.
"Mom, maybe you should go to bed." Zig-Zag said.
"Yeah, your starting to get really weird." Squid said and we all agreed.
He stared at us when he finsihed laughing, "I thought you boys wanna know why I cut my legs." He said.
We looked at each other, "Yeah...but...Mom your drunk." I said.
"My dad raped me." He said and we froze. We were caught in a dead silence and before one of us could speak he spoke again. "I was little when he did it. Before and after that he always beat me. Physically and verbally. Sometimes...sometimes I run. I ran to my friend's house...Mr. Sir...Marion..." He laughed.
"You know Mr. Sir wasn't always so mean. He was real nice to everyone but than his mom died and he turned so hard and mean." He said, more tears escaped his eyes.
"Mom," I say, reaching out for him.
"Don't." He said with a hiss. "I'm nobody, a nothing! I'm a failure." He said before he finally passed out.
We stayed in silence, we didn't know what to say. Mom was raped. Mom cut himself. Mom hated himself. To be honest, this only made matters worse. "Let's get to bed." I finally said. We went to sleep, me on the floor since Mom was in my bed, and said nothing for the rest of the night.
Pendanski's POV
I had an awful headache. I wanted to move but every bone in my body ached. I opened my eyes and looked around, I was in D-tent, on Rex's bed. I sat up slowly, my whole body screaming at me for doing so. I stretched and moved a hand to my face. I had shaved while I've been gone, something that's hard to do since the showers are so short. I scratch my head, it's longer than usual and I think I dyed it a few days ago.
"Mom?" I look down on the floor to see Rex is awake. Everyone else is stiring.
Damn! Why is he screaming? "What?" I ask, laying back down and resting my head. I just wanna sleep my hangover away.
"Are you...okay?" He asks. I nod and close my eyes.
"Your sure?" Theodore is awake.
"Mhm." I mumble. I feel like dirt, to be honest. They all get up and leave, for breakfast I think. I'm happy that they're gone and I fall asleep once more.
I stir again later, to find that a pair of strong hands are stroking my legs. Tracing my scars. I tense and they find I'm awake. "Jacob, you promised that you had stopped."
"I know." I say, sitting up and staring at Mr. Sir, Marion. He was scolwing, "I'm sorry."
"You promised!" He said. I swallow in fear. I knew he would never intentionlly hurt me, but there were times when he lost control.
He stands and glares down at me. Suddenly, I feel like a kid again. I feel small and helpless. I feel like the kid who always got scolded by a guy with a girl name. Like the kid who got scolded by the cloest thing he had to a big brother. "I'm really sorry." I say again, keeping my eyes focused to my shoes.
"Why? Why would you do this to yourself?" He asks, anger seeping into his tone.
"I didn't-"
"Don't say you didn't mean to! Those...scars are perfectly carved." He says, putting his hands on his hips. I feel so childish, being scolded like this.
"I-I don't know why. I just...you don't know." I say and he sighs.
"I'm not gonna hurt ya'." He says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just...I wanna know why! Why would you DO this?!" He asked.
I find tears filling my eyes. "Why are you yelling at me?!" I ask, allowing some tears to fall down my cheeks.
Mr. Sir's POV
I feel horrible when he begins to cry. Tears trails down his face and he's shaking. I should know better than to raise my voice at him. He looks so much younger with his shaved face and dyed hair. He and I are ten years apart, we met when I was eighteen and him eight. He hides his face and sobs into his arms.
I move over to him and pet his hair. It's longer and dishevled. "I'm sorry, Jacob. You know I didn't mean to raise my voice at ya'. I just...I don't like what you're doin' to yourself is all. You're my little Jacob Conrade." I say and wince when he glares at me with bloodshot eyes.
"It's Pendanski not Conrade." He hisses.
"Your my little Jacob Pendanski. I don't like seein' ya' hurt." I say and kiss his forehead. "You're my brother."
I hoped you like this chapter. I wanted more to show Mr. Pendanski's and Mr. Sir's relationship more. Drunk Pendanski is kind of fun to write. Please, reivew.