Warning: lots more trigger thingamajigs in this chapter...then again this entire story might as well be one giant trigger warning. So yeah. Be careful reading! Thank you guys who have been reading and commenting! You guys are awesome! :)


Ben nodded his head at Jimmy's words, taking in each detail as mental notes. "So this Gary kid…you're saying he took advantage of you? On your first day at Bullworth?" Jimmy responded with nothing but a simple shrug. "You're saying you felt drowsy after drinking the Beam Cola. You eventually passed out before he left your room… and you woke up with no clothes on. Sounds like the bastard drugged you."

SLAM!

The sixteen year old slammed his fists on the table, making it a point to shout, "Don't call him a bastard!" at the top of his lungs. Before Ben could do anything to respond, Jimmy suddenly slapped both of his palms onto his forehead. He jammed his fingertips into his scalp, breath hitching. Ben quickly leaned over to grab both of the youngster's shoulder blades.

"Jimmy! Snap out it, okay? I didn't mean to call Gary that rude word. I'm sorry." Jimmy's breathing seemed unsettled, but it didn't last long. Once he calmed down, Ben helped him pry his fingers away from his forehead. "It's okay, Jim. Detective Adams just made a boo-boo is all. He's sorry. Come back to me now."

Jimmy came to and slapped Ben's hands away from him. "Don't talk to me like I'm a child, Detective."
The teenager rubbed the spot on his head he had put pressure on and placed his hands back into his lap. "After all, you do remember why I'm here, right?"

Ben wiped his sweaty hands on his pant leg. The detective once again nodded to Jimmy's words, trying to recompose his self. "I understand that, kid. I just want to know how you became this monster the boys made you out to be. Gary clearly gave you the push you needed to progress on this grisly path. What…what happened after you woke up with no clothes on?" Jimmy's facial expression returned to its original flat state—voice following suit.

"My body hurt. The Woman cried all morning. All I could hear were her cries up until I got dressed. Luckily, Gary didn't take my uniform; he just tossed it against the wall." Jimmy stood up from his seat, soon pacing around the table. "I saw Gary again when I entered the main building. He didn't bring last night up. In fact, he pretended like nothing ever happened. But I knew…I knew he did something to my drink. I knew that he was horny…I knew he had his way with me. But he never said anything to anybody." Ben furrowed his brow, reaching into his pocket for another smoke.

"That wasn't the only time Gary had sex with me without me being conscious. There was another time at the football field. He took my slingshot away from me and hit me in the head with a pebble. I woke up behind the bleachers with cum stains all over my school uniform—I could tell, I smelled it. Gary was gone again. He left my slingshot in my hand." Ben hurriedly fumbled for his lighter, listening to the perpetrator's story intently. "Then this one time out in the old, rundown school bus. I had just got done training with the old hobo who lived behind the bus. I was heading out to leave…and suddenly there was Gary again. He poured a Beam Cola down my throat, talking to me about some huge plan of his. I eventually passed out…waking up around midnight. My anus was sore again. He didn't even bother pulling my pants back up." Once Ben finally got his cigarette lit, he responded rather hastily.

"And you didn't think anything was wrong with that, Jimmy? I mean, you're here defending the boy even though he raped you multiple times!" In all his years of police work, never once has Ben dealt with somebody this indifferent towards crimes as serious as rape or murder—whether he's the one doing it or getting it! It didn't help that rather than getting angry at the detective's outburst, Jimmy just started laughing. This was quite possibly the first time since meeting him that Ben had seen this child laugh.

"I don't expect you to understand what me and Gary had, Detective. Our relationship was…complicated, to put it lightly. But I loved him, and he loved me. He just fucked me that way all those times because he was scared. He was afraid I wouldn't love him the same. So he showed me he cared in his own special way." Ben sucked on his cancer stick and took it out of his mouth to blow the smoke out. "Jimmy, you do realize that that sounds very foolish, right? Don't get me wrong, I ain't got a problem with homosexuals or anything like that…but to say that your rapist loved you? That seems a little off." At Ben's comment, Jimmy turned to face the detective, slamming his right fist onto the table again.

"I'm not foolish! I know Gary loved me!"

"How do you know?"

"Because he didn't always fuck me when I was unconscious!" Jimmy removed his fist from the table and sat back down in his chair. "There was a time when Gary fucked me…and I was completely awake for it. AND, for your information, it was completely consensual!" Ben crossed his arms.

"I highly doubt that, but I'll indulge you. Tell me…when did Gary make his first official move on you?" Jimmy smiled a bit before leaning back into his chair. "Halloween night. I had just gotten done helping Earnest Jones with his presidential speech when I went to my dorm room. Gary was lying on my bed dressed up in a Nazi uniform, as I predicted he would be—the guy had an odd fascination with history, dictators, and stupid shit like that." Ben uncomfortably watched Jimmy "reposition" himself in his seat, trying his damndest to ignore the sight of a teenage boy fixing his junk in front of him.

"He told me to close the door behind me, so I did. Before I know it, he's pushing me against a wall, pressing his lips against mine as hard as he could. He practically ripped my clothes off of me, muttering in my ear about how much he wanted me…" The boy stopped for a moment to breathe silent, but fast breaths. Ben could tell Jimmy was getting aroused talking about this, so he tried to end this as soon as he could. He didn't want to be here all day.

"So he fucked you. What then?" Jimmy ignored Ben and continued. "…he pulled away for a moment to whip his cock out. It was so hard and large…bigger than I ever dreamt it would be…he told me to suck it like the little bitch that I was…so I did…then he told me to stop so he could—mmmfh—" It was now Ben's turn to slam his fist onto the table.

"Okay, Jimmy! I get it, the sex was great. Yeah yeah. Please just tell me what happened AFTERWARDS. Please?" Jimmy closed his eyes for a minute and opened them. "Do you mind if I…?" Slow to Jimmy's request, Ben eventually caught on and shook his head.

"No. No, you can't." Jimmy let out a slight whining sound. "Please? I can make you a very happy man, Detective. I'll do whatever you want." Jimmy's voice had a new tone to it that Ben hadn't heard before; he had the same tone Abby had when she was in the mood for some naked mattress twister.

"One, I'm a married man. Two, you're a teenage boy. Three, I'm heterosexual. Four, if you even think about trying to force yourself on me, I'll fire a tranquillizer dart in your ass faster than you can say "Gary Smith". Capiche?" Jimmy groaned, leaning forward in his chair. "You're no fun, old man." Shortly after his comment, a rather forlorn expression reached his face.

"Well, it's not like there would be much more to tell of Gary…considering things started going bad after that night."