Chapter Twenty-Five
Warning: BAD memory for Lock, just a head's up. . .
Lock's memories had full reign as she was unconscious, and one of the worst ones came back. She'd buried it deep, almost forgot it, and now was forced to relive the damn thing.
'Hey, cutie,' Kieran smiled. 'Come here. . .Rod's got somethin' to show ya.'
'No,' she growled, walking the other way down the hall. 'Go away!'
Rod was Kieran's older brother, eighteen-years-old, and Lock didn't like him. He touched her, not as often as Kieran, but he could do it longer. She didn't like the good feeling, it was wrong, dirty, and bad!
'Lock!' Rod called, laughing. 'Come here!'
'NO!' she yelled. 'Go away, Rod!'
He grabbed her arm, spinning her around, and got in her face. She tried to pull away, but he squeezed and twisted her arm painfully. He scooped her up, laughing and kissing her cheek. She wanted to cry, but knew better. If she cried, Rod did something that hurt, and he threatened to make it worse. He told her it was him putting his finger inside of her, and he'd use more if she didn't stop crying.
'You'll love this, baby doll!' he laughed, breath smelling of booze. 'I've got something special for you!'
'Rod, why can't I fuckin' watch!?' Kieran whined. 'Or at least help?'
'Cuz, you lil shit!' he yelled, going into his room. 'Now get!'
Rod slammed his door and locked it, sealing her doom. She almost started crying as he set her on the bed, but the thought of his punishment kept her silent.
'Do you know what today is, Lock?' he asked sweetly, slowly undoing his belt.
'My birthday. . .' she whimpered.
'That's right!' he stepped out of his pants, leaving his boxers on for now. 'How old are you today?'
'Eight. . .'
'Eight?!' he grinned, shirt coming off. 'Why, you're not a little girl anymore, know that?'
'I wanna go, Rod,' she pleaded.
'Hey,' he knelt in front of her, undoing her jeans. 'I got you something extra special. . .'
'I don't want it!' she whimpered. 'You can keep it!'
'Is that good manners, Lock?' he asked, pulling her pants off of her and lightly touching her legs.
'No!' she whined. 'Rod, please don't!'
He ignored her, sitting next to her and putting his hand on her thigh. He'd made her tell him all the stuff that boys before him had taught her to do, even making her do some of them, which was what he was doing now. He placed her small hand in his boxers, making her touch him. She refused to move her hand, not giving him what he wanted, but he just moved her hand with his.
NOW, Lock,' he commanded.
She shut her eyes, crying a little, and moved her hand for him. He said her name over and over, moving and groaning as she did what he wanted, and she wished she was dead. He shuddered and dirtied her hand, making her really want to die right there, he had explained before that it was called 'coming' but she didn't care. She tried to leave after, but he had other plans.
'Not done yet, baby doll,' he sat her on his lap.
'Rod! No!' she yelled, trying to leave.
'Lock, are you crying?' he asked darkly, slipping a hand in her panties.
'NO!' she lied, whimpering.
'Liar,' he growled, making it hurt. 'This is only one of my fingers, Lock. Want any more?'
She yelped and squirmed, making it hurt worse, and he laughed. She wanted to call for help, but no one else besides Kieran was home--not that it would have made one damn difference if the parents were home, they let Rod and Kieran do whatever they wanted to her. Rod's finger pulled out, but he touched what he called her 'special spot' and she jumped, whining. It was the bad good feeling again, she felt sick and icky as he touched her again and again, he laughed as she made small noises and moved involuntarily into his hand.
'Happy birthday, Lock,' he moaned, going faster. 'I love you, cutie.'
She got dizzy, her eyes went funny, and white light threatened to blind her. His hand suddenly left her, but he wasn't done this time. He sat her on the bed and knelt in front of her.
'Lay back, sweetie pie,' he instructed. 'Close your eyes. . .'
Terrified, but not wanting a new punishment, she listened. Rod pulled her underwear off, and she whimpered, then he kissed her legs, going higher and higher. She felt his tongue on her thigh, he moved it up and up, until--.
Her eyes flashed open. She didn't move, listening to the sounds around her.
Where the hell am I?
Something made a noise to her left and she panicked. She scrambled, trying to leave, but a strong arm looped her middle and pulled her back. She growled and fought, elbowing the person behind her, and twisting her body.
"Stray!" a familiar voice yelled. "Stray, it's Bobby!"
"Bobby?!" she whispered, relief flooding her.
I'm safe! I'm all right! Big brother wannabe, Bobby is here. . .not Rod or Kieran. . .Bobby and prolly Jackie too. . .
"Stray," he soothed, "remember where you are?"
"Bobby?" she still couldn't really believe it, turning to see the man.
"Hey, kiddo," his blue eyes sparkled warmly and he grinned. "Bout time you joined us."
"B-b-b-Bobby. . ." she started to shake uncontrollably.
"You're all right now, you're safe," he said gently. "Bad Ass Bobby's here. . ."
She curled up into her 'big brother', closing her eyes, and trying to chill out. Another hand touched her face and she jumped.
"Lock?" it was Jackie, and he sounded terrified.
"Hey, princess," she said quietly, giving him a small smirk.
"You OK?" he brushed hair from her eyes.
"Am now," she sighed, staying curled into protective Bobby.
"Come here, Jack," Bobby said, pulling his brother close to them.
Lock felt weird for a second, being curled into both boys, but relaxed quickly. Jack put their noses together, staring into her eyes, and she smirked. Bobby's arm was around Jack's shoulders, the other hand kept running through her hair, and she felt so fucking safe.
"Hey," Bobby warned when Jack went to kiss her. "No way, princess."
Lock snickered at Jack's look, then closed her eyes and listened to Bobby's beating heart. Jack's nose was still touching hers, his mouth so close, and she couldn't resist messing with Bobby.
"Stray!" he snickered, pulling Jack back as their lips met. "I just told Cracker Jack no! Goes for you too!"
"Oh, didn't know," she laughed at his reaction. "How long was I out?"
"Hour and a half," he said, releasing Jack. "Why?"
They stayed here with me the whole damn time?
"What time is it?"
"Mmmmm," Bobby shifted to see a clock.. "Ten thirty. . .You eat yet?"
"No," she shook her head, "why?"
"Hungry?" Bobby leaned to look at her. "I'll make us breakfast if you want. . ."
She nodded, giggling as Bobby kissed her forehead, and sat up so he could move. Jack promptly kissed her as Bobby was out of sight, keeping it innocent. When he broke the contact, his hands brushed hair from her face, and he looked deep into her eyes.
He really does love me. . .Look at how concerned he is. . .she thought, looking into his hazel eyes.
"Hey! I said us! Get down here!" Bobby called. "Quit makin' out on my bed!"
"We're not making out in here, Bobby!" Jack snapped.
"Good! Don't!" Bobby laughed. "Ten minutes, you two!"
"Jackie boy," she put a finger to his lips before he spoke. "Don't."
He smirked, nodded, and kissed her finger. He nibbled it, making her laugh, and pull it away. Jack decided her neck was just as good, he gently attacked it, nuzzling and kissing more than biting, but he did bite on occasion.
"VAMPIRE!" she laughed.
"I believe," a small bite, "it's your strike, in war. . ."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Well, you're in for it now, Jack Mercer," she laughed.
"Oh, hell," he groaned, faking fear.
"Five minutes!" Bobby warned.
Jack huffed in frustration, growling and staring at the door. Lock smiled, kissed his cheek, and grabbed his hand to go downstairs. Her horrid memory left her alone for now, Bobby and Jack had scared it away.
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Bobby watched the two teens, grateful that Jack was home. They were on the couch, watching a horror movie of some sort, Lock curled up on her side against Jack's chest, and Jack was behaving.
Not that he wouldn't behave. . .Bobby grinned. He's a perfect thing for the girl. . .Just what she needs. . .someone who's not a total creep. . .
The girl hadn't said anything about blacking out or what she dreamt of while out, but Bobby felt an urge to know. He knew everything about his brothers, even secretive Jackie, but nothing about Lock's past. He knew not to push too much with her, he didn't want to freak her out, but he felt like he had a right to know. He glanced back out, snickering when he saw that Stray's eyes were closed, and Jack's eyes were very wide.
He hates horror movies for the most part. . .but he'll sit through one if someone wants him too. . .especially if it's Stray. . .he's whipped. . .Bobby chuckled.
"What in the hell is this movie?" he asked, claiming the chair.
"Resident Evil," Stray muttered, "one of my favorites."
"So, that's why your eyes are closed!" he snickered.
"I'm listening," she giggled. "I know this thing by heart."
"Creepy, Stray," he muttered, actually getting into the movie himself. "What's goin' on?"
"Shhhh!" Jack hissed, into the movie as well.
Lock motioned for Bobby to lean close and she quickly whispered in his ear that some virus got loose in an underground lab and it was turning people into zombies. She also said that they were in for a surprise with a bigger problem. He nodded, not entirely understanding what the fuck was going on, but he had the gist.
About twenty minutes later, Bobby and Jack both jumped out of their damn skin. Lock had just stayed still, but was laughing hysterically at the two men. Jack got her back by covering her mouth and tickling her mercilessly for a minute.
"Done?" he growled playfully.
Stray nodded furiously, still laughing, but when Jack quit tickling her she settled right down. Bobby felt somewhat awkward being in the same room with them like this, he'd never seen Lock so affectionate, but he managed to get over it. He did, however, keep a close eye on them, it's just his way of being protective.
"Cracker Jack," he warned lightly as his baby brother nuzzled Stray's neck. "I don't need to see that shit."
"Then close your eyes, Bobby," he said, kissing the girl's neck.
Lock must have given him some sort of sign to stop, because Jack suddenly calmed down.
Good Stray! he thought, grinning. Put the little brat in his place. . .
They watched the rest of the movie, both men jumping quite a few times, Lock stifling laughter, and Bobby's jaw hit the floor at the end.
"NO!" he snapped at the TV screen. "What!?"
"There's gotta be a sequel!" Jack whined.
"There is!" Stray smirked. "But it's sorta at Ransom's. . ."
"Think she'd bring it over?" both of them asked.
"She's working. . .but if you'd be willing to drive me over there, I can get it," she was dropping a major hint.
"Sure thing, Stray!" Bobby smiled, standing. "Get your coats. . .Lock, you gonna want to grab some of your shit while we're there?"
"Could I?" she asked quietly.
"You bet!" he winked at her, writing a quick note on the marker board kept on the fridge for such things.
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Jack sat up front with Bobby, Lock in the back. He glanced back at her, smirking as she fogged up the window and drew stuff, memorizing her at this moment. Jack found himself doing that a lot lately, taking little mental pictures of Lock.
"Yo, Stray? Little lost up here. . ." Bobby muttered.
"Shit, sorry," she said, sliding to the middle and leaning forward.
"Belt," Bobby commanded.
She obeyed him without question, but still leaned forward.
"Turn here," she gestured to the right, her hand in Jack's face. "Don't even, Jackie."
He smiled and kissed her hand before she pulled it back, and she sat how she was supposed to. Bobby shot him a little look, but stayed quiet. The oldest Mercer never was one for affection, except for comforting people, which he seemed to be improving on.
"Stop," Lock said. "Right there, see?"
An old brick apartment building stood off to the right, stone steps leading to the door, and kids scattered on the sidewalk. It was a nice place, better than Jack honestly expected, and he wondered just how much he still didn't know about the teen.
Bobby got out first, lighting a smoke, and cracking his neck. Jack slid out, moving his seat forward, and as Lock moved to get out, he leaned in and locked their mouths together. She broke the kiss quickly, confusing him.
"Bobby," she mouthed, "and kids."
Jack shrugged, kissing her again, and was surprised when she deepened it. His eyes slid shut and he let her control it, enjoying it more when she found the metal stud and toyed with it. He whined loudly when she ended it, the kiss lasted only seconds, and her eyes told him what her mouth couldn't.
'You got what we wanted, so deal with it,' the silver pools said.
Jack nodded, still wanting more of her, but left it alone. He let her climb out of the car, hand going to her back instinctively, and she snickered. Bobby joined them, Jack hawked the smoke and took a drag, laughing when Bobby snatched it back. They crossed the street quickly, Bobby raising a hand in thanks to the stopped car, and the kids went nuts.
"LOCK!" they all yelled, rushing her. "LOCK!"
"Hey guys!" she laughed, kneeling down. "Long time, no see!"
"Lock," a blonde girl whined, "Tony said you were dead!"
"Yeah," a boy with a hat nodded. "He said that the monsters got you!"
"Tony," Lock scolded a dark haired boy, "is that true?"
"You weren't here!" Tony whined, shuffling his feet.
"Stupid!" Hat-boy yelled, shoving Tony.
"Hey!" Lock said sternly. "None of that crap! Apologize, both of you!"
"I'm sorry, Tony," Hat-boy said. "For shoving you and calling you stupid. . .you're not really stupid. . ."
"I'm sorry I told you a monster got Lock, Jay. . ."
"Thanks, you two," Lock ruffled their hair. "As you all see, I was not eaten by a monster, I've been staying with the Mercers. This is Bobby and Jack."
Eyes went wide at the mention of Mercer, a few kids took a deep breath, and several others backed up. Bobby and Jack exchanged an amused look and repressed laughter. They were well known all over town.
"I woulda picked the monster. . ." Tony mumbled.
"TONY!" Lock laughed.
"It's true!" he shot back.
"S'alright, Stray," Bobby smiled. "We're used to it."
"All right," she stood up and Jack slid an arm around her waist. "Any of you know if Ransom still has the spare out?"
"Nah," a teen with the punk-skater look appeared. "Zane's been comin' around. . ."
Lock tensed up, a low, pissed off growl coming from her, and she looked at the teen.
"Jones, you fucking kidding?" she growled.
"No, Lock. He's been tryin' shit. . .Wanting to 'hook' back up. . .He knows you're gone. . ." Jones said.
Who the fuck is Zane? he wondered, thumb caressing her side.
"How long has this been happening?" she asked.
"Few days after you. . .'moved'. . .He might show up today. . ." Jones eyes Jack's hand on Lock.
"Right. . .he best hope he don't. . .I'll fucking kill him! He's not supposed to be anywhere near her, the Noose, or here!"
"Lock," Jack whispered, nuzzling her neck, "let's just go get your shit, all right?"
Jones clenched his jaw as Jack nuzzled into Lock and Jack had a thought. To test it, he kept an eye on Jones, brought Lock closer, and kissed her neck. The skater looked away uncomfortably, then glared jealously at Jack, and he knew.
He's gotta fuckin' crush on her! he laughed on the inside. He's what- - -sixteen at most?! Cute. . .but she's off limits. . .he was getting possessive.
"Elevator's out again. . ." Jones mumbled as they passed.
"Figures. . ." Lock shrugged.
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