Chapter Eleven

"Harley!" Tony called. "Victor . . . He needs you . . . Now . . . He's in his trailer . . ."

"What does he need this time?" Harley asked.

"He's having a panic attack I think." Tony panted.

Harley expression changed from calm and collected to worried in under a second before she was rushing back to the trailer with Tony behind her. "Stay quiet. I don't know how he'll react to seeing you in this state."

"Do you want me to stay out here and keep watch?" Tony offered.

"No, I might need some muscle in case," Harley said "Beside nobody really comes near here anyway."

"Alright. I'll do what I can." Tony nodded.

Harley then slowly open the door and said quietly "Vicki, honey, you alright?" There was no answer except for quiet mumbling. Harley then carefully walked inside, taking note of the things that had been destroyed. Tony's eyes widened but he stayed quiet like Harley had asked. "Vicki, sweetheart answer me please," Harley said "Can you at least knock?" Soon short knocking was heard and Harley beckoned Tony to follow her. They found Victor bleeding, hugging his knees to his chest, and breathing hard. Harley then kneeled down and said "Vicki, are you alright?" Victor shook his head. "Did you hurt yourself again?" Victor nodded once for yes. Harley then extended her hand. "Can I see?" Victor slowly extended one hand. Harley took it softly and sighed to herself. "Did you cut your palms again?" Victor nodded for yes. Harley then moved to sit right next to him. "Did you cut anywhere else?" Victor just extended his other arm, which had cuts on his upper arm. Harley sighed to herself. "Victor, we need to get you cleaned up." Victor shook his head and curled in on himself. "Victor, why not?" Harley asked.

"I'm a whore," Victor said "Whore's get branded . . ."

Tony swallowed. "Victor . . ." He couldn't help but choke out.

When Tony spoke, Victor visibly tensed and started breathing again. Harley gave Tony the bad idea sign, Victor was soon saying "Please don't hit me, I promise to be good…"

"I'm not going to hit you, Victor. I . . . I want to show you . . . I'm like you . . ." He slid up his shirt to show an old scar that said the word : 'Slut'. "See?" Tony swallowed. "I'm branded . . . Like you . . ."

Victor picked his head up and asked like he was dazed "Did Daddy brand you too?"

"Not your Dad, Victor. Mine. . ."

"Tony . . ." Harley said quietly "Victor's parents are dead."

"I know." Tony hissed to her. "You don't think I don't know he has the mark of a sex slave child?! He's got the number inked on his skin!" He returned his attention to Victor and spoke softly. "My Dad knew your Dad, Victor."

"Did he sell you?" Victor asked.

Tony swallowed thickly. "Yeah . . ."

"How much?" Victor asked.

"Ten thousand per hour." Tony whispered.

"Fifteen thousand," Victor said, rubbing his cuts "He doesn't like when I talk back to him...he hurts me…."

"Mine too." Tony swallowed.

"He told me I was pretty," Victor said shaking a bit. "But he told me I'd be worthless after I lost my virginity . . . He was right . . ."

Tony swallowed. "Yeah . . . I'll never be worth anything again . . ."

Victor then tried to stay up only to fall down. Harley was by his side and Victor whispered to her. "Get me out of here now . . ."

"Alright, but at least let me clean your cuts first. I'll get Wade to drive my car closer and I'll take you home."

Victor just nodded. Harley then got up and turned to Tony "Keep an eye on him, and try to comfort him."

"Yes, ma'am." Tony murmured before turning to Victor. Victor keep shaking like he was nervous and started breathing heavy once again. Tony then moved a bit closer to Victor, but Victor flinched at the sudden movement. "Hey, it's just me. I'm like you, remember?"

Victor nodded before saying "My arm hurts…"

"Can I try to fix it?" Tony asked, not moving until he got the go ahead. "Or do you want to wait until Harley comes back?'

Victor was quiet before asking "Will you hurt me?"

"I swear I won't." Victor then nodded and Tony walked around looking for supplies. When he went into the bathroom, he saw what Victor had done to the mirror. Tony gulped and got some bandages before walking back to Victor who hadn't moved. "Victor?" Victor looked at him and Tony kneeled down to his height. "Can I see your arm?" Victor gave Tony his arm, shaking the entire time. Tony then started to clean Victor's cuts, but when he started to put rubbing alcohol on the cuts, Victor violently flinched, drawing his arm back to him. "Sorry. I didn't mean to. I can stop." Tony pulled away. "I just wanted to make it so they wouldn't get infected."

"It feels like the acid," Victor said.

"It's not." Tony went and poured some on his skin. "See? It's just to get the gross stuff out of the cuts."

"It won't eat my skin?" Victor asked.

"Nope." Tony gave a soft smile. "Promise. And if it still hurts, then tell me and I'll stop." Victor nodded and gave Tony his arm. Tony then began to clean the wounds again, Victor flinched every once in a while but didn't complain. When Tony was done, Victor reverted back to his scared and child like manner. "Victor?" Tony mumbled. Victor looked up at Tony but didn't say anything. "I . . . Can I go to sleep?"

Victor looked confused and asked "Aren't you afraid?"

"But you're here." Tony's eyes became wide with worry. "And you'll protect me, right?"

Victor looked up and said "I'll protect you if you protect me."

Tony held out his pinky. "Pinkie promise?" He whispered.

"What's that?" Victor asked.

"It's a promise you can never break no matter what."

"Okay," Victor said holding out his pinky, which Tony hooked his to.

The pair then fell asleep next to end other for a few moment before there was banging on the door. Victor shot up immediately and started panicking once again, while Tony called out. "Who is it?"

"It me," Harley said "We can leave now."

"It's okay, Victor." Tony whispered soothingly. "It's Harley."

Victor relaxed a bit as Tony got up and went to the door, opening it to see Harley twirling her car keys in one hand. "Hey, is he alright?"

"He's okay for now." Tony replied.

"Come on," Harley said walking past Tony "I want to get him home before anyone notices."

"Sure." He turned to Victor. "Hey, Victor, are you ready? We're gonna go home, okay?"

Victor just nodded and Harley helped him up while Tony watched out for anyone who might be coming. They managed to make it to Harley's car without any trouble. Harley then strapped Victor into the back seat of her car. "Vicki, we're going to take you home, and I'll stay with you, alright?" Victor just nodded. Harley closed the door and turned to Tony before saying "Thanks for cleaning him up for me."

"No problem." Tony gave a weak smile. "I'll just head home now." He turned away.

"Tony," Harley then said "You were right. Nobody really knows anyone's story, but I'd like to find out about yours."

Tony's mouth twitched into a small smile. "Yeah . . . Me too . . ." He turned, waving as he left.