What If I Say I Will Never Surrender? 9/?
Title: What if I Say I Will Never Surrender?
Author: emmameatsix
Pairing: Jalex
Warnings: Swearing, abuse, rape.
Summary: Being on the run from the law is daunting. Even more so, when its not your crime.
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys sigh. Title belongs to Foo Fighters and cut to Fall Out Boy.
Masterpost
Over the years, Alex had grown pretty fucking accustomed to whispers and stares wherever he went. Today was no exception. After the little incident with Jack, people wouldn't shut up about him. They were the talk of the school right now. Alex didn't exactly care much anymore, though. Basically, he just thought fuck it. People want to talk? Let them talk. Only you know what's true.
And the harsh truth was that Jack was a fucking douchebag who was just trying to save his own back and not give a shit about the golden-haired boy in the process. Fine by him. If Jack was going to be such an ass, he didn't need him. He didn't need anyone. Really, he's managed to last six years on his own. Another few won't hurt.
As he walked into his English class, he felt all eyes on him. Nothing new there, then. He took his seat next to Jack, seeing said boy looking at him sheepishly from the corner of his eye.
'Stop fucking staring at me, creep.'
Jack didn't though.
'Alex-'
'Jack, I honestly don't wanna hear it.'
'Look, you don't understand-'
'Trust me, Barakat, I understand perfectly. You're a selfish fucker who thinks its okay to lead me on and tear me down just to save his own ass. Not too difficult to understand that, Jack. But I don't know if you've noticed, but my life is pretty damn fucked up already, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop fucking me over just for two minutes!' Alex hissed, tone harsher with every word.
Truthfully, Jack didn't know what to say to that. What can you say to that? Pondering it for a few moments, he eventually settled for,
'Look, I know you're mad-'
Alex laughed humorlessly. 'Oh God, I'm past mad. I'm fucking disgusted. What fucking mindset do you have to be in to think how you treated me was okay?! I already get enough bullshit at home, Jack! Honestly, is my dad abusing me not fucking enough for you?!'
Instantly, he bit his tongue. By the time he'd started talking about his home situation, his voice had raised to a piercing shriek. Fuck. Why can he never just find it in him to keep his fucking mouth shut? Desperately, he looked around the classroom, pointlessly hoping no one had heard. But everyone had heard. And everyone was staring at him with shocked expressions on their faces. As he started to very noticeably panic, his teacher sheepishly walked over to him.
'Alex, I think we need to talk about thi-'
'No!' Alex shouted. 'No! Its my business, not yours!' He sobbed.
'Alex I can't let this sli-'
'You have to! Okay! You have to let it slide because nobody was meant to find out and my dad's gonna fucking kill me as it is! So please, just keep your mouth shut!'
'Alex-'
'I said no!' Alex screamed, running out the school as fast as his weak legs would carry him. Shit. He was fucked. Things certainly didn't bode well for him as he got home, either. The poor boy barely got in the door before he was harshly grabbed by the collar and shoved against the wall.
'I'm getting pretty fucking sick of you, boy.' His father snarled.
Alex just sighed, although in his mind he was shitting himself.
'What have I done now?'
'Its not about what you've done now, boy. Its about the amount of trouble you've caused me the whole sixteen years you've been alive. I wish you were never fucking born.'
Now, most teenagers would flip shit at that being said to them. However, this was Alex, and he didn't even bat an eyelid. He'd been told things like that countless times.
'So, I'm gonna do what I should have done a long fucking time ago.' His father hissed.
What? What the fuck was he doing? Before he had time to even think any of these thoughts, his head was excruciatingly connecting with glass, and his body with the hard wooden floor. Utter hatred in his eyes, the elder roughly straddled Alex.
'But first,' he began, a sick, twisted smile present on his horrible face. 'I'm going to have my fun with you.'
The golden-haired boy's eyes widened, because fuck. How much was his father actually planning to put him through in one day?
'F-father...' He croaked helplessly. 'Please don't...'
'Why shouldn't I?' His father sneered, as he discarded his son's clothing.
'I-its not right,' Alex choked out bravely. 'You're taking advantage of m-me...'
'Its what you deserve.'
'B-but I haven't done anything...'
That earned him a swift punch to the gut.
'Keep talking like that, boy, and you'll just make it a million times more painful for yourself.'
Alex cried out in pain as his father roughly pushed into him. No preparation, no nothing. Just straight in. A million times worse than the last time.
'S-stop!' He managed to get out. 'P-please stop...' He whispered brokenly, shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face.
His father's throaty, sleazy moans told him he was enjoying his sick little game too much to stop, though. As his father started slamming into him harder, he let out another piercing, pained shriek.
'F-fucking stop!'
After what felt like days on end, his father eventually let out a final revolting moan as he came inside his son. Alex had never felt so dirty in his life. So disgusting. So worthless.
'Now,' his father started, pulling his trousers back up. 'You're finally going to get what's coming to you.'
Alex looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes.
'I'll be glad to see the back of you, boy.'
With that, he felt a painfully solid object come into contact with his head. He couldn't find it in him to scream anymore. He felt his weak body being roughly grabbed, and slammed repeatedly against the wall. He felt his father's fist come collide with his jaw and gut. He felt his father's feet give a blow to practically every body part. It was as though this beating was never going to stop. The pain was too much. It was unbearable.
As his father eventually stopped beating him about twenty minutes later, he lay on the floor, unmoving. Trying desperately to keep hold of reality. Not to let the darkness take over his mind and body. To stay awake. But sleep was beckoning him. And it was all too tempting. Unable to grip to the real world and endure the pain any longer, he felt his thoughts slowly slipping away from him.
Author: emmameatsix
Pairing: Jalex
Warnings: Swearing, abuse, rape.
Summary: Being on the run from the law is daunting. Even more so, when its not your crime.
Disclaimer: I don't own these boys sigh. Title belongs to Foo Fighters and cut to Fall Out Boy.
Masterpost
Over the years, Alex had grown pretty fucking accustomed to whispers and stares wherever he went. Today was no exception. After the little incident with Jack, people wouldn't shut up about him. They were the talk of the school right now. Alex didn't exactly care much anymore, though. Basically, he just thought fuck it. People want to talk? Let them talk. Only you know what's true.
And the harsh truth was that Jack was a fucking douchebag who was just trying to save his own back and not give a shit about the golden-haired boy in the process. Fine by him. If Jack was going to be such an ass, he didn't need him. He didn't need anyone. Really, he's managed to last six years on his own. Another few won't hurt.
As he walked into his English class, he felt all eyes on him. Nothing new there, then. He took his seat next to Jack, seeing said boy looking at him sheepishly from the corner of his eye.
'Stop fucking staring at me, creep.'
Jack didn't though.
'Alex-'
'Jack, I honestly don't wanna hear it.'
'Look, you don't understand-'
'Trust me, Barakat, I understand perfectly. You're a selfish fucker who thinks its okay to lead me on and tear me down just to save his own ass. Not too difficult to understand that, Jack. But I don't know if you've noticed, but my life is pretty damn fucked up already, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop fucking me over just for two minutes!' Alex hissed, tone harsher with every word.
Truthfully, Jack didn't know what to say to that. What can you say to that? Pondering it for a few moments, he eventually settled for,
'Look, I know you're mad-'
Alex laughed humorlessly. 'Oh God, I'm past mad. I'm fucking disgusted. What fucking mindset do you have to be in to think how you treated me was okay?! I already get enough bullshit at home, Jack! Honestly, is my dad abusing me not fucking enough for you?!'
Instantly, he bit his tongue. By the time he'd started talking about his home situation, his voice had raised to a piercing shriek. Fuck. Why can he never just find it in him to keep his fucking mouth shut? Desperately, he looked around the classroom, pointlessly hoping no one had heard. But everyone had heard. And everyone was staring at him with shocked expressions on their faces. As he started to very noticeably panic, his teacher sheepishly walked over to him.
'Alex, I think we need to talk about thi-'
'No!' Alex shouted. 'No! Its my business, not yours!' He sobbed.
'Alex I can't let this sli-'
'You have to! Okay! You have to let it slide because nobody was meant to find out and my dad's gonna fucking kill me as it is! So please, just keep your mouth shut!'
'Alex-'
'I said no!' Alex screamed, running out the school as fast as his weak legs would carry him. Shit. He was fucked. Things certainly didn't bode well for him as he got home, either. The poor boy barely got in the door before he was harshly grabbed by the collar and shoved against the wall.
'I'm getting pretty fucking sick of you, boy.' His father snarled.
Alex just sighed, although in his mind he was shitting himself.
'What have I done now?'
'Its not about what you've done now, boy. Its about the amount of trouble you've caused me the whole sixteen years you've been alive. I wish you were never fucking born.'
Now, most teenagers would flip shit at that being said to them. However, this was Alex, and he didn't even bat an eyelid. He'd been told things like that countless times.
'So, I'm gonna do what I should have done a long fucking time ago.' His father hissed.
What? What the fuck was he doing? Before he had time to even think any of these thoughts, his head was excruciatingly connecting with glass, and his body with the hard wooden floor. Utter hatred in his eyes, the elder roughly straddled Alex.
'But first,' he began, a sick, twisted smile present on his horrible face. 'I'm going to have my fun with you.'
The golden-haired boy's eyes widened, because fuck. How much was his father actually planning to put him through in one day?
'F-father...' He croaked helplessly. 'Please don't...'
'Why shouldn't I?' His father sneered, as he discarded his son's clothing.
'I-its not right,' Alex choked out bravely. 'You're taking advantage of m-me...'
'Its what you deserve.'
'B-but I haven't done anything...'
That earned him a swift punch to the gut.
'Keep talking like that, boy, and you'll just make it a million times more painful for yourself.'
Alex cried out in pain as his father roughly pushed into him. No preparation, no nothing. Just straight in. A million times worse than the last time.
'S-stop!' He managed to get out. 'P-please stop...' He whispered brokenly, shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face.
His father's throaty, sleazy moans told him he was enjoying his sick little game too much to stop, though. As his father started slamming into him harder, he let out another piercing, pained shriek.
'F-fucking stop!'
After what felt like days on end, his father eventually let out a final revolting moan as he came inside his son. Alex had never felt so dirty in his life. So disgusting. So worthless.
'Now,' his father started, pulling his trousers back up. 'You're finally going to get what's coming to you.'
Alex looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes.
'I'll be glad to see the back of you, boy.'
With that, he felt a painfully solid object come into contact with his head. He couldn't find it in him to scream anymore. He felt his weak body being roughly grabbed, and slammed repeatedly against the wall. He felt his father's fist come collide with his jaw and gut. He felt his father's feet give a blow to practically every body part. It was as though this beating was never going to stop. The pain was too much. It was unbearable.
As his father eventually stopped beating him about twenty minutes later, he lay on the floor, unmoving. Trying desperately to keep hold of reality. Not to let the darkness take over his mind and body. To stay awake. But sleep was beckoning him. And it was all too tempting. Unable to grip to the real world and endure the pain any longer, he felt his thoughts slowly slipping away from him.