Warning! Warning! There's going to be a explicitbloody rape incest scene at the end and it's not for the faint of heart. Don't read it if you can't so yeah…you can skip it if you want. But don't read it if you think you can. You have to be %100 sure you can because I don't want anyone flaming me saying 'u r sick!' XD!
10 – Forgive Me
Mike, Chris, Jeff and John stretch that morning, their muscles aching as Chris turns to look down at Jeff, 'I swear, you don't want to book a hotel because of this?"
"I want to be close to Matt, 'Jeff says, standing up and walking towards the door and opening it up only to stop in his place and as Chris, Matt and John walk alongside of him, they realize exactly why Jeff is frozen in place, the left side of Matt's face is battered with blood and Matt's wall has a 'you don't deserve this' written on it, sleeked with Matt's blood, as Matt turns around to face them, his face drenched with fear he tries to hide but Jeff knows that he can't hide that. "Matty…"
"I don't know what happened! I was asleep. You were asleep…if anyone would've watched in, one of us would've noticed, right?" mysterious things just keep happening and Matt doesn't know the answer to them at all, fear burns and seeps through his veins, the cigarettes and now, this and what's next? Jeff sits down as Chris offers to go get them something to eat and Mike just stares at them momentarily as they hear Cody's snores from the chair he's huddled up in. "What are we going to do about the kid?"
Mike slowly walks over to Cody and shakes him awake and Cody's turquoise eyes bubble with confidence as they look over at Mike, something as traumatizing as rape doesn't seem to matter in Cody's eyes but then again, he might be in pain but doesn't want to show it…confusion stirs through Mike as Cody bounces up and down and walks towards Matt, gasping, 'he's very sick."
Matt nods his head, 'yeah, I'm sick. I'm Bipolar."
"The tests are positive?!" Jeff exclaims, his eyes widened, looking over at his brother as Matt nods his head, holding his head in his hands and sighing softly as he stares down at his bed, 'Matty, really? You're bipolar?"
"Chris, Mike, John, Cody, I don't care who else is in the room, get out. Me and Jeff need to talk alone."
They all exit and shut the door behind them as Matt looks down at the bed, his used to be just curly hair is now tied back and his eyes are just inspecting the too white sheets that are wrapping around his body as Jeff sits down, silence burns and Matt realizes how scary silence is before looking up at Jeff, who just stares back at Matt. "I'm scared, Matty."
Matt nods his head, lifting Jeff's face, 'you know…the weight loss, the hypersomnia, the loss of pleasure, the fact that I'm always tired, the voice that's been telling me that I'm worthless and would never amount to anything…Jeff… the fact that I really can't concentrate hard enough… and these disgusting thoughts of suicide…Jeff, I'm insane. I don't want to hurt you."
"Matt…"
"They say that the feelings I may have for the people I love are fickle. I may love you now and I may love you being in your arms right now but what if one day, I woke up, with you cuddled up into my eyes, all happy and perky and smitten, while I just lie there thinking that you're nothing?"
"…Matt…" Jeff's eyes widen, 'but-but-it's been two years, Matt! You're not going to break our relationship just because of this! You won't let any Doctor tell you that you might hurt me! I've been hurt so much, Matt…I've been poisoned, I've been shot, I've fainted, I've been cut on the inside…but there's nothing as painful as being away from you, even for one hour…I told you, Matt, I breathe you. Without you, I feel like I can't function anymore…you're the only thing that controls me. Matt, I LOVE YOU. And I'm sure of it! Don't do this to me! You're hurting me and yourself so much now…Matt, please…just don't complicate this anymore!"
"I'll hurt you so much, Jeff, 'Matt's eyes are bloodshot and Jeff's eyes are now bubbling with unshed tears, 'I'm not normal. I'm a schizophrenic and I have Bipolar disorder and who knows what else I have? Herpes? Why not? Just throw everything in stupid, worthless Matt and have him suffer. Who cares? Jeff…I don't want you to be in this mess with me!"
Matt cups Jeff's face as tears cascade down Jeff's face, sticky streaks of salty water running down Jeff's face as Matt leans down to kiss Jeff's nose, 'listen, Jeff, listen…cupcake…" Matt runs his hand down Jeff's back, 'don't cry, Jeff. Don't cry for me. I'm just not worth your tears."
"No, Matt! You are! You're worth the world to me! I can give you the entire world but you don't want me!"
"It's not that, Jeffy…"
"You don't want me! I'm disgusting. I used to be in a girl's body. I used to be dead. I'm dead…what is it, Matt? I know it! I'm fucked up! I'm a slut that used to be on drugs and sleeps around with everyone! Tell me, Matt! You tell me what's wrong with me because you just don't seem to be making any sense. You don't want to hurt me yet you're giving me the worst type of pain ever…losing you again. I won't let that happen! That was the hardest time of my life, knowing that you can be hurt and I won't be there…knowing that you could be dead…and I felt so empty with you…"
Matt just stares at Jeff, 'I feel empty now."
"Matt…please…just for me, try…please…I don't want to find someone else. I know that there's no one else for someone as fucked up as me…someone who's died and still here. You're the only one there. I used to have a crush on Randy, Matt, but then you came around and you changed it. I won't say anything about any faith shit, because it isn't faith shit. It's luck. I was lucky enough to see what I've been blinded to! But I can see you right now. I can see your heart, your face, your eyes…and I refuse to let you rot in this prison of yours."
Matt just doesn't say anything for a long time, 'you weren't there when she took her last breath."
Jeff just instantly knows that he's talking about their mother as Jeff moves towards Matt, 'you weren't there when she died in front of my eyes, Jeff. You weren't there when I was viciously raped by my own father because she hated me…he thought I wanted her to die, Jeff…he wanted me to suffer in ways unimaginable…he'd hurt me, stab me, abuse me…stupid little Matt running back every time trying to get approval. And I never did stop trying to make him accept me…I was so jealous of you. I envied you more than anything. You were perfect, you weren't tainted but then, I came around…and I broke you, I turned you into this…it's all my fault. You're just a child, Jeff. You're not even a virgin. I ruined you. I killed you! I KILLED YOU, JEFF!"
"Matt! No! NO! NO!" But Jeff can't stop Matt from letting the tears shed as fast as they can as sobs escape his lips, 'Matty…please…" now, Jeff's crying too, both of them embracing and hugging for each other's lives, Jeff's in Matt's bed, right next to him as Matt's hands run up and down Jeff's back in comfort and solace.
"…I killed you…" Matt repeats. "I…I broke you…I…I took away your virginity…"
"I told you that I wanted it, Matty. It's all going to be okay. You didn't break me. I'm fixed. I'm fixed…" Jeff's tears are still cascading freely and Matt shakes his head. "Jeff, you're crying. That's not happy. That's broken. That's sad. That makes me cry too. I hurt you so damn much…"
Matt sniffles and sobs, 'j-just forgive me…I'm so sorry, Jeff…"
"Nothing to forgive."
"No! A lot to forgive…I ruined you…I broke you… my poor little Jeffy…and you're still not safe…please, Jeff, get away from me…I'm no good. I'm just a stupid lonesome killer that will end up catching an STD. Schizophrenia, Bipolar disorder and an STD to wrap it up! I'm poison, Jeff. Just—"
"I love you."
"I'm sorry…"
"I love you so much, Matty…"
"I'm crazy."
Jeff softly kisses Matt's lips, and Matt groans in the kiss as he pulls back, 'I love you, Matthew Moore Hardy and I'd rather have you than anyone else in the entire world. You're the apple of my eye, the key to my heart…and I'm not going to lose you ever again…I really love you…and don't say that I'm just sixteen and don't know anything about love…I've been through a lot…hell, I'm dead…I know."
Matt just stares.
"Jeff?"
"Huh?"
"Remember the rabbits in Grade 2?"
Jeff chuckles and nods his head, softly humming to himself before Matt meets his lips with an unexpected kiss, 'I love you too."
"Ewwww!"
John and Mike break their kiss to see Cody standing there, scrunching his nose up at them, as Mike walks home, Cody bouncing around while John walks by a white mansion, the golden colors are obviously displayed around the white paint and Mike walks over there, knocking onto the door only so that Mr Bourne would open the door, standing there with a scowl on his face. "Michael, where in fuck's name have you been?"
"Damn you. I've been out with John, like you care, and this is Cody, he's…"
"Get him out of here." Mr Bourne snaps at Mike, looking up and down at Mike's hand as he holds onto the sensitive burned flesh, making Mike want to scream in pain but he won't say anything at all as he bites and eats at his lower lip, as John pulls Mike away from Mr Bourne's grip as Mike looks down at his hand, blinking over and over as the pain continues to linger in his trapped flesh. "What the hell is that? How'd you get it?"
"He accidentally let the bowl of soup slip in his skin and then when I was going to wash it off, I accidentally turned on Mike's hot water. I didn't you had your taps switched." John says, raising his eyebrows before looking back at Mike who gives him a look that says it all, that it's fine and to that, Mike kisses John's lips once more, causing Cody to shriek in disgust once more.
"He deserves it. At least do your fucking homework before you get out, Michael."
"Nerd, 'Mike mumbles underneath his breath, 'and no one calls me Michael. My Dad only calls me Michael."
"And who am I?"
"A piece of shit, 'Mike retards, almost as if he's slapping the man on the face, the man grabs onto Mike's shirt and pulls him upwards, causing John to gasp as Mike's now fearful blue eyes meet with Mr Bourne's furious eyes, 'listen, kid, don't push on my buttons." And to that, he lets go of Mike's shirt, allowing him to fall onto the floor.
"And clean yourself up for Pete's sake. You look like a prostitute."
John helps Mike up as fifteen year old Evan Bourne steps out of the house, and at the sight of the twelve year old Cody, his face enlightens, 'Cody!"
"Evie!"
"You two know each other?" John asks, holding onto Mike whose now gripping tightly onto John's waist and John won't say anything as Cody nods his head and explains that they'd been childhood friends when Evan had been in an orphanage, before Evan's father even knew that Evan existed, and how Cody thought that he'd never see Evan again but as they two friends embrace, Mike pulls himself away and John just stares at them as they walk inside before following Mike to the back garden where Mike pulls out a cigarette and lights it, putting it between his lips.
"You need to stop that smoking habit of yours, Mike."
Mike doesn't say anything as he pulls out a cigarette and puffs the smoke around before taking another puff of the cigarette again to calm himself down.
"Mike, what in hell's name was that about?"
"See?!" Mike exclaims out of nowhere, rage suddenly seeping through every cell in his body as sadness plasters on his face, desolation and pain burns as hard as they can inside of Mike's body, igniting with every puff of his cigarette he takes, 'everyone likes Evan more than they like me! I'm nothing compared to Evan. I've always been nothing…and I'm always going to be nothing… great, John. I'm as happy as Hell because I've never been good in anything. All I'm good at is smoking!"
"Mike…"
"It's true, John. It's always been true. I'm facing the fact." Mike turns around and gets a backpack that's on the table before walking out to wherever he goes and John just stares there, hard brown eyes watching as Mike's silhouette fades into nothing and he's left standing there with thoughts of hurt running through his own head at his darling Mike's misery.
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Phil walks inside of the house and as he knows, the place is full of hostages as Mr Brooks holds a gun, pointing them at them and Phil sighs as he turns around towards Vicky, Bianca and Dalia, John and Randy are silent and following them all as Mr Brooks wraps his arms around Phil's waist, pointing the gun towards him. "Move and he gets hurt."
To that, Phil kicks the man's knees, causing the gun to fall and Phil grabs it before he can, moving away and pointing it at Phil.
"Ha. Like you're going to shoot me."
Mr Brooks just stares at Phil as he stands in place, 'you're that little boy that your mother had last, you're the last one and I wanted to make you into the perfect killing machine but being with your sisters, you were vulnerable, weak, gay, you were a female…I didn't just dislike you…I hated you with every fiber of my being and belting you brought me great pleasure. To see my biggest downfall hurt like that…do you want to be belted, you fucking prostitute?!"
Phil moves back, his hand shaking but still gripping onto the gun, 'you killed my mother."
"She deserved it. Do you know what you were, Phil? A child of a rape. She wanted me dead. I raped her when I had you. She and I had Bianca, Vicky and Dalia as our beautiful children but you…you know what happened? She wanted to leave me when Bianca, Vicky and Dalia were around 8, 9 and 10 but you know what I did? I told her that she was mine and she was always going to be mine…she looked like you, black hair, olive eyes, beautiful pale skin in the moonlight and she wore this beautiful white gown that I still have today and she wasn't wearing anything underneath it and I tortured her, stabbed her shoulder with a knife then ran it down her chest but not enough to kill her and then I raped her. I loved hearing her screams and I loved hearing her cry for mercy and then, you happened. You were made into her. She wanted to kill you too…but when I realized it was a boy, I didn't want her to kill it. I'd make her faint purposely though when she didn't obey me. You turned out so fucking wrong."
Phil's eyes bubble with tears, 'I'm not…I…"
"You're all wrong, Philip."
Phil turns around, and at that second, two huge men grab onto Phil's arms and carry him off as Mr Brooks says that he'll deal with everyone else later now that there isn't a way out of the house and he whispers a few words into one of their ears as they nod their heads and take Phil off upstairs.
When they both return moments later, Mr Brooks nods his head as he walks upstairs to see his little Phil, huddled up into the thin satin fabric of his mother's soft white dress, 'stand up. She wasn't like that. You want her back, don't you? Let's do this. In the memory of her. STAND UP, BITCH."
Phil instantly stands up, as Mr Brooks walks towards him, his eyes trailing up and down Phil as he pricks Phil with a needle. "W-what was that?"
"I want you pregnant, bitch."
Phil's eyes widen as he touches the spot and at that second, Mr Brooks slowly roams his hands around Phil's body and Phil feels so filthy on the inside, knowing that he's recreating a past that he doesn't want to be recreated and at that second, Mr Brooks takes the syringe and pokes it through Phil's shoulder again, 'just in case, because this confuses your body and I want your body to think it's a girl. Girls get pregnant don't they? The last thing that you need before you're a complete female…that and you need to get a vagina, don't you? Oh, no problem."
Phil feels his father grab onto a knife and run it up and down Phil's back but the tip barely touching Phil's shoulder as Phil's breath catches into his throat, 'please…Daddy…don't…please…" but then, Mr Brooks stabs Phil towards the shoulder, hard, slowly running it down his chest to that torn spot that's on her dress, the same exact place and it's stained with blood again already as Mr Brooks' knife pushes up Phil's ass, making Phil scream with pure agony and torture as the knife glides up and down Phil's hole, making Phil shut his eyes tight as tears spill from his eyes. "Please…that HURTS SO MUCH! PLEASE, STOP IT! IT HURTS! IT HURTS A LOT! DADDY!"
"Shut it, bitch."
And to that, Mr Brooks shoves himself inside of Phil's body, and the pain is so unimaginable… "IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! PLEASE, DADDY! I…I'm sorry…PLEASE! JUST STOP! STOP IT! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! It hurts! …it hurts…i-i-it hurts…please…take the pain away…Daddy…"
After a few more thrusts, Mr Brooks just stops before continuing harder than ever, rougher and harder, his dick hitting at angles Phil doesn't even know he has before the man has released his load into Phil's ass, the sticky fluid burning into his ass as Phil bobs his head here and there. His eyes bubbling with tears as Mr Brooks moves away, Phil slipping to the floor, cowering and whimpering. "It hurts…it hurts…please…it hurts…stop…"
"Stupid bitch."
And with that, the man walks away.
(1) read warning above.
XD.
I can be so sadistic at times! XP! Sorry. By the way, I warned you guys! XD!
X Sam.