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Just Another Kid
Summary- Bam's known for a while that Ville has a little.. problem. But what happens when it starts getting out of control?
Rating- Mostly PG-13, but since it's me, there are NC-17 bits thrown in.
Caution- This is a bloody long story.
Right then... onward.
I just typed the cut into the Subject line.......
Chapter Fifty-Seven
“I told,” Ville whispered into the phone. “I told what happened, and happened to another little girl.”
Bam let out a sigh. “I’m so proud of you, angel. Do you feel any better?”
“Yeah…”
“That’s great.” Bam tried to curb his relief; Ville was still altered, no matter how big a step he had taken.
“Later today, me and Becca get special stuff to do in group.” Ville leaned against the wall, twirling his hair. “Mark went home yesterday. And there’s two new kids.” He paused, thinking. “Hey, Bammie? How long have I been here? I can’t remember.”
Frowning a bit, Bam didn’t even have to think. Each of those days had felt like an eternity to him. “Two months, Ville. Two weeks in the grown up’s ward, and almost six in the kids’.”
“Oh. Okay.” Ville glanced at the queue for the phone. “Are you coming to see me soon?”
“Yeah, I’m-“
“Good. I love you, Bam”
Trying not to sound frustrated, Bam took a deep breath. “I love you, too, angel.” He hung up and sat at the kitchen table, looking out over the snow covered backyard. This was Ville’s favorite time of year, and Bam smiled, remembering the first snow of the year, making love with his boyfriend in front of a fire.
He ragged on Ville, but he secretly loved how such silly things seemed romantic and special to him. That made them special to Bam, as well. He wondered if they would ever have nights like that again. He wondered if he would ever get to be Ville’s lover again, instead of some fucked up cross between older brother and caretaker.
With a disgusted sigh, Bam stood and headed for the shower. Thinking about those things did him no good. All it did was make him depressed, and he didn’t really need much help in that department lately. He stripped off slowly and climbed under freezing water, trying to let the temperature numb his brain and his heart.
Ville quickly took his morning meds. He used the back of a spoon to put cream cheese on his bagel; even with plastic utensils, they weren’t allowed to have knives. Looking up as a tray was set down across from him, he smiled a little.
Becca smiled back, a little tightly. “Are you scared about later? About what they’ll make us do?” She watched him shake his head. “How come?”
Waiting until he could swallow his breakfast, Ville shrugged. “Cause my Bammie brought me here to get better. And he wouldn’t bring me to where they’d do bad stuff to me. Or any kid,” he quickly added, seeing the girl still looked nervous. “So, I know it’ll be okay.”
Getting special work sheets, Ville and Becca sat in a small room with a new boy who had also been molested. They did a few of the sheets with the therapist, reiterating that what happened hadn’t been their fault, they weren’t bad because it happened, and that that wasn’t the way adults showed kids they loved them.
Ville couldn’t sit still, constantly flicking his fingers and rocking himself. He blanked out for a minute here and there, but quickly snapped out of it. “My head feels funny,” he complained just before the therapist put a video on.
The video was a therapy tool for abused children, and showed in simple terms the high percentage of children from all over who were subject to such cruelty.
“Boy, there’s an awful lot of us, huh?” Becca whispered.
Nodding a bit, Ville watched with wide eyes. He had thought he was all alone with this humiliating pain. He had thought the world outside the hospital wouldn’t understand. And the video was showing him that as horrible as it was, it was no where near as rare an occurrence as he thought. It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t bad, and he was not alone.
With that realization, Ville felt his heart break and start its way toward mending all at once. He felt dampness on his cheeks without having been aware he started crying. He closed his eyes and shivered, letting out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He opened his eyes slowly.
And then he panicked.
Rating- Mostly PG-13, but since it's me, there are NC-17 bits thrown in.
Caution- This is a bloody long story.
Right then... onward.
I just typed the cut into the Subject line.......
Chapter Fifty-Seven
“I told,” Ville whispered into the phone. “I told what happened, and happened to another little girl.”
Bam let out a sigh. “I’m so proud of you, angel. Do you feel any better?”
“Yeah…”
“That’s great.” Bam tried to curb his relief; Ville was still altered, no matter how big a step he had taken.
“Later today, me and Becca get special stuff to do in group.” Ville leaned against the wall, twirling his hair. “Mark went home yesterday. And there’s two new kids.” He paused, thinking. “Hey, Bammie? How long have I been here? I can’t remember.”
Frowning a bit, Bam didn’t even have to think. Each of those days had felt like an eternity to him. “Two months, Ville. Two weeks in the grown up’s ward, and almost six in the kids’.”
“Oh. Okay.” Ville glanced at the queue for the phone. “Are you coming to see me soon?”
“Yeah, I’m-“
“Good. I love you, Bam”
Trying not to sound frustrated, Bam took a deep breath. “I love you, too, angel.” He hung up and sat at the kitchen table, looking out over the snow covered backyard. This was Ville’s favorite time of year, and Bam smiled, remembering the first snow of the year, making love with his boyfriend in front of a fire.
He ragged on Ville, but he secretly loved how such silly things seemed romantic and special to him. That made them special to Bam, as well. He wondered if they would ever have nights like that again. He wondered if he would ever get to be Ville’s lover again, instead of some fucked up cross between older brother and caretaker.
With a disgusted sigh, Bam stood and headed for the shower. Thinking about those things did him no good. All it did was make him depressed, and he didn’t really need much help in that department lately. He stripped off slowly and climbed under freezing water, trying to let the temperature numb his brain and his heart.
Ville quickly took his morning meds. He used the back of a spoon to put cream cheese on his bagel; even with plastic utensils, they weren’t allowed to have knives. Looking up as a tray was set down across from him, he smiled a little.
Becca smiled back, a little tightly. “Are you scared about later? About what they’ll make us do?” She watched him shake his head. “How come?”
Waiting until he could swallow his breakfast, Ville shrugged. “Cause my Bammie brought me here to get better. And he wouldn’t bring me to where they’d do bad stuff to me. Or any kid,” he quickly added, seeing the girl still looked nervous. “So, I know it’ll be okay.”
Getting special work sheets, Ville and Becca sat in a small room with a new boy who had also been molested. They did a few of the sheets with the therapist, reiterating that what happened hadn’t been their fault, they weren’t bad because it happened, and that that wasn’t the way adults showed kids they loved them.
Ville couldn’t sit still, constantly flicking his fingers and rocking himself. He blanked out for a minute here and there, but quickly snapped out of it. “My head feels funny,” he complained just before the therapist put a video on.
The video was a therapy tool for abused children, and showed in simple terms the high percentage of children from all over who were subject to such cruelty.
“Boy, there’s an awful lot of us, huh?” Becca whispered.
Nodding a bit, Ville watched with wide eyes. He had thought he was all alone with this humiliating pain. He had thought the world outside the hospital wouldn’t understand. And the video was showing him that as horrible as it was, it was no where near as rare an occurrence as he thought. It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t bad, and he was not alone.
With that realization, Ville felt his heart break and start its way toward mending all at once. He felt dampness on his cheeks without having been aware he started crying. He closed his eyes and shivered, letting out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He opened his eyes slowly.
And then he panicked.