Seeing It Through

A Sequel to Making Amends


Chapter Three, All Wrong


Mullet was busily searching the perimeter of the pulsating dance floor, searching endlessly for his Roy, without any success. He was just getting ready to pass by a large grey door when he heard a shout sound from the other side. His curiosity piqued, Mullet Fingers looked around, finding no one else watching him, before slowly opening the door and entering.

It was dark inside, so he quietly shut the door while his eyes attuned to the dim lighting. During the wait, he heard sounds of people and bedsprings groaning, and he felt his face flush up, realizing what the room he had entered was.

Just as he turned to slip out of the room, he heard an all too familiar yell of one of the many occupants, and the yell sounded like the owner of it was resisting, not enjoying the pleasure being offered to him.

Suspicions rising in him like a tidal wave, Mullet slinked around, his ears sharpened and listening for that one yell in particular, but keeping his eyes down on his feet the entire time.

"Get off of me!" A small voice squeaked out, and he heard someone struggling. Glancing up, he caught a man looking down at someone he was holding down while chuckling darkly.

His eyes narrowing into dangerous slits, he felt like some kind of wild animal who was preparing to attack. He took his one fist, reared it, and held it until he was directly behind the oblivious man on the bed.

It took a glance down to get his fist to collide with the man's bare back, and as the larger man flew off onto the floor, Roy's terror-widened eyes caught Mullet's in surprise before watering up.

Despite his urge to scoop up Roy in his arms, Mullet grimly turned to the sputtering man on the floor, and hissed before fighting the man.


Beatrice saw Mullet slip into a door, and she tapped Tommy on the shoulder, wordlessly pointing to the oppressive grey entrance. He nodded, and just as silently followed her to the door.

First, they heard sounds of growls, punches, and hisses, and they both gasped in surprise and horror when they saw Mullet engaged in a fistfight with the tall, mysterious man that had been with Roy before the boy's untimely disappearance.

Beatrice quickly diverted her attention, instead looking around for Roy. It took her a few moments before common sense slapped her across the face, and she glanced at the bed next to where the fight was taking place, and breathed a sigh of relief and dread when she saw Roy curled up in a defensive ball on the dingy mattress.

"He's over there! I'll get Roy, and you get Mullet. We've got to leave this place before there's bigger trouble to deal with." Beatrice ordered, and Tommy obediently did as he was told.

She quickly ran, unnoticed, to the bed where Roy was, and began quickly picking up the clothes from the floor that were his.

"Roy, come on! We're going to go back to your apartment, and you won't have to worry about him anymore. We'll work things out once we get home, okay?" She whispered in what she hoped was her most calm, nurturing voice possible. Roy seemed to be in his own little world, so Beatrice had to help him up before dressing him.

"Come on, come on…" She hissed to herself, watching as Tommy tried to tear the two (Wow, that alliteration wasn't at all intentional, hah.) apart long enough to drag Mullet out.

"MULLET!" She screeched, hoping she caught her stepbrother's attention long enough. Thankfully, it worked, and before the other man could hook Mullet in the jaw, Tommy pulled him away.

Quickly, they all made an escape to the outside, and Beatrice, while helping Roy stand up, ushered a taxicab to them before they were found.

Beatrice shoved everyone into the back of the cab, and shouted their destination to the flustered driver before handing him a wad of cash that would surely cover all of the costs.

There was a moment of tense silence before Beatrice began quietly crying and whispering reassurances that were incomprehensible to a still shell-shocked Roy. Mullet had his eyes closed, looking troubled, as he leaned his head against the cool glass of the car door. Tommy looked out of place, as he stared out of his side of the car.

Tommy was at one end, Roy next to him, and Beatrice sat next to Roy, Mullet right next to her at the other end of the car.

For the entirety of the ride, only Beatrice's small cries and consoling whispers to deaf ears were heard.


As soon as the cab rolled up to the darkened apartment complex, everyone nervously hopped out, expecting the man who'd attempted to rape Roy to be around a corner. Well, everyone with the exception of Mullet, who looked like he had a rain cloud hovering over his head, ready to burst out in rain droplets.

They all made their way to Roy's and Mullet's apartment door, and Mullet pulled out his key, stabbing it into the lock, and opened the door up for everyone. As soon as the four of them were in the room, the cool breezes of the air conditioner that was humming in the background enveloped them.

Soberly, Mullet turned to the still-silent and wide-eyed Roy and led him to the couch to sit down.

Though she wished to see what transpired between the two torn lovers, Beatrice ushered Tommy to the spare bedroom, closing the door behind them.

"Roy, are you… oh hell, of course you're not okay."

He looked like he wanted to crush the smaller brunette in a hug, but he refrained from doing so in fear of scaring the shaking Roy. As if a thread was pulled loose, Roy's eyes dripped with sudden tears, and his face crumpled into a scared and hurt expression. He covered his face with his hands, as if ashamed, and choked out a series of quiet sobs.

Any hesitations fled his mind at the sound of the heart-wrenching cries of his on-off boyfriend. He pulled the broken boy to him, engulfing him in a loving and supportive embrace, rocking them back and forth and whispering sweet nothings of comfort and protection into Roy's ear.

Mullet denied ever crying that night, despite the fact that he fell asleep on the couch soon after Roy had, with tears trailing down his face.


Author's Commentary: Wow, I'd stopped writing this story for quite some time, huh? I'm sorry, to the people who bother to read this! I've just been focusing on another pairing, and I sincerely apologize.

I think I'm going to wrap this story up three or so chapters from this one. I don't think it'll take many chapters to sum up this story, even though it's been a pleasure writing this.

I promise to get another chapter out to you all sometime soon, but for now, I'm saying au revoir!


Sincerely,

Desinere.