Wyckoff Chapter 5
So, this is special. Not really.
For those Kevin lovers...*runs away*
Oh, the updates might slow down a bit because I'm participating in NaNoWriMo and writing 50,000 words in 30 days in addition to fanfics? Probably not happening.
“Kevin get your fucking ass down here!” Kevin ran down the stairs, praying that Joe wouldn’t wake up while he was incapacitated. As he ran into the living room Frankie ran out.
“Good luck Kevin,” he said as he hugged his brother quickly before disappearing. Kevin groaned softly as he looked towards the looming dining room where his father sat.
Slowly, he walked into the room just in time to see his dad glare at him with fury in his eyes. “Where were you today?” he asked softly. “I called your cell, the home phone and even Taylor and no one knew where you were. I had to miss my business meeting to pick up Frankie from school.” He slammed his fist down on the table and hissed at Kevin. “So tell me where the hell you were!”
Kevin winced at his father’s tone of voice. “I’m sorry dad,” he said as he looked away from the angry man. “I was helping a friend with some really difficult homework.” He knew he was lying but if he had even bothered to try to tell his dad the truth things would go over a whole lot worse.
“That’s not a fucking good enough excuse!” Kevin’s dad roared as he pounded on the table again before walking over to Kevin. “You fucking no good son!” Kevin bit his lip as his dad slapped him across the face, leaving his cheek stinging and a sharp red welt on the top of his cheek. “I do everything for you. I cook, I clean and I even give you clothes and a roof to live under and this is how you repay me? You ignore my phone calls and make me miss meetings that could get me promotions and get us out of this fucking city!?”
Kevin winced as he watched his dad unhook his belt. “Get on your knees boy. Get on your knees and pray to hell I go easy on you or you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Kevin kneeled down and waited until the leather of the belt whipped across his back. He bit back a scream as he told himself that it would be better if he said nothing. That way Mr. Jonas wouldn’t get even more pissed off then he already was.
Apparently that was the wrong thing to do.
“Scream boy! Scream like the little pussy you are. No good son acting like a fucking prude and ignoring the boundaries set by his father.” Kevin kept his mouth shut as his father whipped him over and over again, giving him a set of bruises across his back and chest as he went. “Fuck you boy for not screaming. I will make you scream.” Kevin’s dad left the room for a minute and Kevin slumped to the floor, wincing slightly as he felt the burning pain course through his back.
This had been going on since his mother died, and Kevin knew not to cry or scream about it anymore. Even though he kept as silent as he could, his entire body was screaming with the pain. He could feel every blow his father had made on him. It was an attack on his body, a burning painful attack that he couldn’t prevent no matter how much he wanted to. He just had to sit there and take it so his little brother didn’t have to take it for him. He swore to himself that no matter what happened Frankie would never have to experience the pain and torture that Kevin when through when it came to their father.
The sound of footsteps reappeared and Kevin bit his lip, knowing that his ‘daddy dearest’ was back and he was probably returning with something ten times worse. Kevin looked up as the footsteps stopped and he realized he was right. His dad was standing in the dining room holding a knife. “You will scream for me boy if it’s the last thing I do.” With that, he dug the knife into Kevin’s hand.
This broke the line and Kevin cried out in pain as he felt the knife pierce his skin and almost shatter his bone. Blood seeped from the wound and Kevin pulled back, noticing just how happy his father looked at his pain. Paul Jonas laughed manically as he sliced his son’s skin over and over, almost giving Kevin matching cuts to the ones he had cleaned on Joe’s body just minutes ago. When he was finally done, Paul spit on his son before walking out of the room. “Clean yourself up and go do your homework,” he said with venom in his voice.
Kevin slowly steadied himself and got up and exited the dining room before he could get yelled out for bleeding out on the carpet. He climbed up the stairs as quickly as he could, given his current situation and slipped into his room. He knew Frankie had been watching from his bedroom as he slipped past but this time he was too tired to offer his little bro comforting words about their lifestyle. All he wanted to do was collapse on his bed and sleep it all away but he couldn’t even do that. Joe was on his bed.
Kevin groaned as he stumbled on his way into his bedroom. He decided that he’d shower first and then take care of whatever injuries needed taken care of. Silently he grabbed a pair of pj’s out of his cupboard and walked to the shower as fast as his legs could carry him.
Twenty minutes later he was out of the shower and ready to take care of his body. Groaning, he pulled out the first aid kit for a second time that day and started patching up the cuts of his that hadn’t stopped bleeding during the course of his shower. He saved the stab wound on his hand for last because he didn’t want to take any chances of doubly infecting it somehow.
Slowly he started dabbing at the deepest wound when he looked over to Joe and was surprised to find that he was wide awake and staring at him. “Joe…hey,” Kevin said as he hid his hand behind his back. “What’s up? Are you feeling any better?”
Joe looked at Kevin with a frown on his face. “Why did you let him do that?” Kevin looked at Joe with wide eyes and was about to reply but Joe continued on. “Please don’t try to deny it Kevin. I heard the whole thing and I watched you patch yourself up. I’ve been awake since you kissed my forehead.”
Kevin flushed and looked down at his bruised and aching body. “I guess…I’ve been letting him do this to me for years, so it didn’t faze me that he’d be this cruel. I’ve had worse before though, so it’s fine.”
“Why do you let him do this to you though? This is wrong Kevin and you know it.” Kevin looked down at his injured hand and sighed loudly as he felt tears prick at his eyes, begging to be released. “Kevin, I’m sorry,” Joe said as he pushed himself up so he was sitting up in the bed. “Come here and I’ll help you with your hand.”
Slowly, Kevin got up and walked over to Joe with the first aid kit in hand. Joe took the kit from Kevin and pulled out gauze and an alcohol swab before cleaning Kevin’s wound. Kevin winced in pain as the rubbing alcohol stung his pierced skin. ‘Sorry,” Joe said softly as he pulled the now bloody swab away from Kevin’s hand. Kevin nodded, knowing that it was the only thing keeping him from an infection. Joe sighed briefly as he opened the gauze roll and unwrapped it. “Stay still okay?” Kevin nodded as he held his hand steady.
Joe gently wrapped the fabric around Kevin’s wounded hand with nimble fingers. Kevin watched in amazement as Joe wrapped his hand perfectly. “Wow, thank you,” Kevin said as he looked at his now healing hand. “Hoe did you learn to bandage someone so well?”
Joe started laughing until he winced and clutched at his chest. Kevin reached forward to help Joe but Joe shrugged him away. “I’m fine,” Joe said softly as he leaned back into the pillows behind him. “To answer your question, I learned it all from patching up my sister. That girl has a very high tendency to fall down when she skateboards, but she’s getting better at it.”
Kevin smiled as he looked at Joe. “You know something, I never expected Selena to be the clumsy one. She just seems too…stable to be clumsy.” Joe looked at him with a surprised expression on his face. “No, it’s just that you seem like the clumsy type, not her.” Joe looked at Kevin with a glare. “Sorry, but it’s true.”
“Whatever,” Joe said before smiling. I am the clumsy one so you’re right. “Kevin laughed as he leaned towards Joe. “What time is it?” Joe asked as he looked over at the clock. “Shit. It’s almost ten! My dad’s going to freak.” He tried to get out of bed but he couldn’t seem to get up without wincing in severe pain.
“Relax Joe,” Kevin said as he gently held him down. “I already called your dad and told him you’re sleeping over.” Joe looked at him with wide eyes. “Don’t worry Joe, I didn’t tell him what happened.” Joe sighed in relief as he slumped back into the pillows. “Can we talk about what happened though?”
Joe shook his head as he slid back down into the bed. “Nothing happened Kevin. I got beat up by Mason and his friends. That’s all.” Kevin began to protest but Joe cut him off. “Nothing. Happened. Got it?” Joe’s face was covered with pain and anger, so Kevin shut his mouth. “Night Kevin,” Joe said as he rolled over so he was facing the wall.
Kevin stood up and shut off the light before crawling onto the couch he barely used in his bedroom. He grabbed his iPod and switched on ‘We Believe’ by Good Charlotte before curling up in a ball on the plush cushions. Joe was denying that the incident that had happened just hours before had happened and Kevin had to change that. Joe couldn’t live in denial about something that tragic and still maintain his sanity.
Kevin had already seen something like that happen to someone he had loved and he lost her. He wasn’t about to let that happen to Joe.
Kevin shifted on the couch as he listened to the song that had healed his broken heart once before. He thought up ways to help Joe as he listened to the song on repeat before finally giving way to his dreams.
For those Kevin lovers...*runs away*
Oh, the updates might slow down a bit because I'm participating in NaNoWriMo and writing 50,000 words in 30 days in addition to fanfics? Probably not happening.
“Kevin get your fucking ass down here!” Kevin ran down the stairs, praying that Joe wouldn’t wake up while he was incapacitated. As he ran into the living room Frankie ran out.
“Good luck Kevin,” he said as he hugged his brother quickly before disappearing. Kevin groaned softly as he looked towards the looming dining room where his father sat.
Slowly, he walked into the room just in time to see his dad glare at him with fury in his eyes. “Where were you today?” he asked softly. “I called your cell, the home phone and even Taylor and no one knew where you were. I had to miss my business meeting to pick up Frankie from school.” He slammed his fist down on the table and hissed at Kevin. “So tell me where the hell you were!”
Kevin winced at his father’s tone of voice. “I’m sorry dad,” he said as he looked away from the angry man. “I was helping a friend with some really difficult homework.” He knew he was lying but if he had even bothered to try to tell his dad the truth things would go over a whole lot worse.
“That’s not a fucking good enough excuse!” Kevin’s dad roared as he pounded on the table again before walking over to Kevin. “You fucking no good son!” Kevin bit his lip as his dad slapped him across the face, leaving his cheek stinging and a sharp red welt on the top of his cheek. “I do everything for you. I cook, I clean and I even give you clothes and a roof to live under and this is how you repay me? You ignore my phone calls and make me miss meetings that could get me promotions and get us out of this fucking city!?”
Kevin winced as he watched his dad unhook his belt. “Get on your knees boy. Get on your knees and pray to hell I go easy on you or you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Kevin kneeled down and waited until the leather of the belt whipped across his back. He bit back a scream as he told himself that it would be better if he said nothing. That way Mr. Jonas wouldn’t get even more pissed off then he already was.
Apparently that was the wrong thing to do.
“Scream boy! Scream like the little pussy you are. No good son acting like a fucking prude and ignoring the boundaries set by his father.” Kevin kept his mouth shut as his father whipped him over and over again, giving him a set of bruises across his back and chest as he went. “Fuck you boy for not screaming. I will make you scream.” Kevin’s dad left the room for a minute and Kevin slumped to the floor, wincing slightly as he felt the burning pain course through his back.
This had been going on since his mother died, and Kevin knew not to cry or scream about it anymore. Even though he kept as silent as he could, his entire body was screaming with the pain. He could feel every blow his father had made on him. It was an attack on his body, a burning painful attack that he couldn’t prevent no matter how much he wanted to. He just had to sit there and take it so his little brother didn’t have to take it for him. He swore to himself that no matter what happened Frankie would never have to experience the pain and torture that Kevin when through when it came to their father.
The sound of footsteps reappeared and Kevin bit his lip, knowing that his ‘daddy dearest’ was back and he was probably returning with something ten times worse. Kevin looked up as the footsteps stopped and he realized he was right. His dad was standing in the dining room holding a knife. “You will scream for me boy if it’s the last thing I do.” With that, he dug the knife into Kevin’s hand.
This broke the line and Kevin cried out in pain as he felt the knife pierce his skin and almost shatter his bone. Blood seeped from the wound and Kevin pulled back, noticing just how happy his father looked at his pain. Paul Jonas laughed manically as he sliced his son’s skin over and over, almost giving Kevin matching cuts to the ones he had cleaned on Joe’s body just minutes ago. When he was finally done, Paul spit on his son before walking out of the room. “Clean yourself up and go do your homework,” he said with venom in his voice.
Kevin slowly steadied himself and got up and exited the dining room before he could get yelled out for bleeding out on the carpet. He climbed up the stairs as quickly as he could, given his current situation and slipped into his room. He knew Frankie had been watching from his bedroom as he slipped past but this time he was too tired to offer his little bro comforting words about their lifestyle. All he wanted to do was collapse on his bed and sleep it all away but he couldn’t even do that. Joe was on his bed.
Kevin groaned as he stumbled on his way into his bedroom. He decided that he’d shower first and then take care of whatever injuries needed taken care of. Silently he grabbed a pair of pj’s out of his cupboard and walked to the shower as fast as his legs could carry him.
Twenty minutes later he was out of the shower and ready to take care of his body. Groaning, he pulled out the first aid kit for a second time that day and started patching up the cuts of his that hadn’t stopped bleeding during the course of his shower. He saved the stab wound on his hand for last because he didn’t want to take any chances of doubly infecting it somehow.
Slowly he started dabbing at the deepest wound when he looked over to Joe and was surprised to find that he was wide awake and staring at him. “Joe…hey,” Kevin said as he hid his hand behind his back. “What’s up? Are you feeling any better?”
Joe looked at Kevin with a frown on his face. “Why did you let him do that?” Kevin looked at Joe with wide eyes and was about to reply but Joe continued on. “Please don’t try to deny it Kevin. I heard the whole thing and I watched you patch yourself up. I’ve been awake since you kissed my forehead.”
Kevin flushed and looked down at his bruised and aching body. “I guess…I’ve been letting him do this to me for years, so it didn’t faze me that he’d be this cruel. I’ve had worse before though, so it’s fine.”
“Why do you let him do this to you though? This is wrong Kevin and you know it.” Kevin looked down at his injured hand and sighed loudly as he felt tears prick at his eyes, begging to be released. “Kevin, I’m sorry,” Joe said as he pushed himself up so he was sitting up in the bed. “Come here and I’ll help you with your hand.”
Slowly, Kevin got up and walked over to Joe with the first aid kit in hand. Joe took the kit from Kevin and pulled out gauze and an alcohol swab before cleaning Kevin’s wound. Kevin winced in pain as the rubbing alcohol stung his pierced skin. ‘Sorry,” Joe said softly as he pulled the now bloody swab away from Kevin’s hand. Kevin nodded, knowing that it was the only thing keeping him from an infection. Joe sighed briefly as he opened the gauze roll and unwrapped it. “Stay still okay?” Kevin nodded as he held his hand steady.
Joe gently wrapped the fabric around Kevin’s wounded hand with nimble fingers. Kevin watched in amazement as Joe wrapped his hand perfectly. “Wow, thank you,” Kevin said as he looked at his now healing hand. “Hoe did you learn to bandage someone so well?”
Joe started laughing until he winced and clutched at his chest. Kevin reached forward to help Joe but Joe shrugged him away. “I’m fine,” Joe said softly as he leaned back into the pillows behind him. “To answer your question, I learned it all from patching up my sister. That girl has a very high tendency to fall down when she skateboards, but she’s getting better at it.”
Kevin smiled as he looked at Joe. “You know something, I never expected Selena to be the clumsy one. She just seems too…stable to be clumsy.” Joe looked at him with a surprised expression on his face. “No, it’s just that you seem like the clumsy type, not her.” Joe looked at Kevin with a glare. “Sorry, but it’s true.”
“Whatever,” Joe said before smiling. I am the clumsy one so you’re right. “Kevin laughed as he leaned towards Joe. “What time is it?” Joe asked as he looked over at the clock. “Shit. It’s almost ten! My dad’s going to freak.” He tried to get out of bed but he couldn’t seem to get up without wincing in severe pain.
“Relax Joe,” Kevin said as he gently held him down. “I already called your dad and told him you’re sleeping over.” Joe looked at him with wide eyes. “Don’t worry Joe, I didn’t tell him what happened.” Joe sighed in relief as he slumped back into the pillows. “Can we talk about what happened though?”
Joe shook his head as he slid back down into the bed. “Nothing happened Kevin. I got beat up by Mason and his friends. That’s all.” Kevin began to protest but Joe cut him off. “Nothing. Happened. Got it?” Joe’s face was covered with pain and anger, so Kevin shut his mouth. “Night Kevin,” Joe said as he rolled over so he was facing the wall.
Kevin stood up and shut off the light before crawling onto the couch he barely used in his bedroom. He grabbed his iPod and switched on ‘We Believe’ by Good Charlotte before curling up in a ball on the plush cushions. Joe was denying that the incident that had happened just hours before had happened and Kevin had to change that. Joe couldn’t live in denial about something that tragic and still maintain his sanity.
Kevin had already seen something like that happen to someone he had loved and he lost her. He wasn’t about to let that happen to Joe.
Kevin shifted on the couch as he listened to the song that had healed his broken heart once before. He thought up ways to help Joe as he listened to the song on repeat before finally giving way to his dreams.