Saving Grace (1/?)
Title: Saving Grace
Author: applehead9
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: R
Beta: No one. All the mistakes are mine. Please forgive the spelling ones. English is not my mother language.
Warning: Angst, violence, little bit of language
Summary: AU. Dom’s life seemed to be completely ruined until a mysterious encounter in a chat room improved it and at the same time changed it drastically.
Feedback: Would be, oh, so lovely.
Disclaimer: Even if I’d love to, I don't own Muse but I do own the plot. So please don’t steal. I’m making no profit.
A/N: Gosh, here we are.. I’m so nervous. *flails* I particularly care about this since it’s my first fic EVER and also it’s something that really happened to me. It’s a memory that will always be in my heart and I’ll never forget even tho it still makes me cry. What I wrote and will wrote is not completely the truth. I changed a lot the true story since it didn’t fit well with my intentions (I don’t want to write a sad story) and I honestly didn’t want to tell what exactly happened in the reality.
The title is taken by The Cranberries’ song Saving Grace. If you want to listen to it --> here
Special thanks to millionstar for the encouragement <3 And also thanks to all of you for your time.
I don’t feel like posting this on MS yet, since I’m not very sure about it.
Finally, I really hope you’ll like it. *blushes* And if you don’t, don’t be afraid to tell me your opinions and please, let me know what I did wrong and what can I do to make it better. :)
Cheers and..enjoy! <3
Italics are memories and thoughts.
For two years now, Dominic was facing all kind of abuses by some of his schoolmates who teased him and beat him for his sexuality and the way he loved to dress. These insults rang in his head during his way home, every single day.
"Look at that freak!" "Hey queer!" "Suck my dick, you faggot."
Back by yet another horrible school day, the boy kicked the little stones he met on the road, eyes red and brimming with tears.
"I'm tired of always being everyone’s target. I hate my life. I hate school. I hate those bloody bastards! Oh, how I wish.."
"Hey, Howard!"
"...I could disappear and never come back again."
"Hey, I'm talking to you, fairy!" Dominic lowered his head and kept walking. He had already had enough for today and he couldn’t bear the weight of further harassment.
"So? In addition to faggot have you become deaf as well? " Tyler Bailey suddenly grabbed his arm. Dominic was forced to turn towards the boy. "Please, leave me alone." His eyes filled with tears and his face showed disgust and weariness.
For one moment Tyler’s eyes softened, but then they darkened again.
"Oh, now you start to whine? You're such a faggot! "Tyler hissed with a sneer on his lips."Tomorrow don’t you dare to show up wearing one of those ridiculous yellow pants or we'll beat the fuck out of you."
The bully gave him a strong punch on his chest and walked away, leaving Dominic in tears and with a new bruise on his body.
****
Brian kept him grounded while Michael pushed strongly inside the blond’s body.
Dominic was lying on his stomach with his eyes closed and with an expression of agony on his face. He was terrified. His body was immobilized and his pants down, leaving him naked from the waist down. The leather of the couch in the backroom was rough and wet from his sweat and his tears. The room barely lit had a strong sickening odor.
Dominic wanted to scream but his head was spinning so hard because of the substances they made him ingest and the pain caused by his aggressor was so piercing that he could barely breathe. All he could do was let the tears wet his face and let his lips emit heavy sobs, despite the strong hand holding his mouth shut. He wanted to rebel, but it was as if his body no longer responded to his commands.
“Why he's doing this to me." The boy thought.
And at that moment a particularly strong thrust caused him a sharp, unbearable pain. He felt his body torn in half. And it was then that he let out a loud cry of agony.
"Why, Brian? Why? "Dominic cried, with tears of pain and despair.
"Shut up, or I'll fucking kill you!"
The consciousness was leaving his body. His sight was blurring. His heart, which a moment before threatened to burst in his chest, was now slowing his beat. But the tears continued to fall on his pale face while he faintly begged his attackers. His words were muffled by the hand covering his mouth.
"Please." A loud sob. "S.. Stop!"
Another painful thrust clouded his mind. The strength was leaving him. Dominic clenched his teeth and grunted in pain.
"Finally, it's over..." He thought.
He felt a warm substance burst in his body and drip on his naked thighs.
It was definitely over.
"I thought he truly loved me..." Dominic thought, and lost consciousness.
****
Another sleepless night. The memories were still so vivid and he felt hopeless.
Despite his many friends, Dominic felt very alone and carried within himself a persistent burden that tortured him. His life had been brutally destroyed almost a year ago, but Dominic’s wound continued to bleed without showing signs of healing.
That friday night his best friend and roommate Chris would be out for a date with his girlfriend Kelly, so Dominic would once again be left alone at home. On one hand he felt relieved, on the other hand he felt the strong need of a trusted friend who could comfort him.
Dominic cried in his sleep and stuggled in the grip of panic attacks every night. Fortunately, Chris was always ready to rush to his side and comfort his friend until he would fall asleep again in a flood of tears.
"Are you sure that you'll be okay on your own, Dom?" Asked Chris.
"For the millionth time, mate, yes." Dom rolled his eyes. Despite it often happened to Dom to be home alone, the apprehension of his friend became stressful at times. "Get the fuck out and have fun. Send my best greetings to Kelly and tell her that next week I will give her back the Prince CD that I borrowed." Dom said with a hint of a smile as he took a can of Coke from the fridge and headed toward the table where his dinner was.
"Ok, Dom. But please, call me for anything. I'll try to be home as soon as possible." Chris’ eyes showed how he was truly worried about his best friend.
"You worry too much Chris." Dom laughed slightly. "I told you. I'll be fine. Now go, or you will be late!"
Dom tried to mask the pain that still lurked in the few forced smiles that left his lips, but Chris knew him too well now. With a friendship that lasted a lifetime and their living together for nearly a year, Dom for him was like an open book.
He gave him one last suspicious but full of affection look. Dom rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time and accompanied his friend to the door by pushing him by his arm.
"Have fun Chris!" And he shut the door with a deep sigh of relief and at the same time of despair.
As much as Dom loved Chris, sometimes the brunet was way too apprehensive to him. He was not 12 anymore. He could manage very well alone. As always.
Once back in the dining room, Dom cleared the table and after he put the dirty dishes in the sink, he began to examine various options for spending a quiet thoughtless evening. The dishes could wait.
"I need a shower.." he thought.
He walked to the bathroom and after grabbing some fresh clothes to wear, he undressed and waited for the water to reach the right temperature. He stepped into the shower and let himself be lulled by the water that flowed over his body and that for a moment helped him to relax.
He just refused an invitation for an evening with friends from his school friend Tom. As usual, Dom had once again used the excuse of a headache. Even Tom had lost hope with him. The blond didn’t go out with his friends for ages now, mainly because he couldn’t cope the force of his memories.
Once dried and dressed, Dom discarded the option of watching television. So he decided to lock himself in his room and spend some time on the internet to check his neglected e-mails.
But after 5 minutes what he had to do was already done.
The boy rolled on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Then sighed.
He needed to talk to someone. Someone he didn’t know and that maybe could distract him from the painful thoughts that tortured him.
It had been months now that he no longer felt relieved, both morally and sexually. He had completely lost confidence in himself and in his body.
He felt an urgent need of relief.
He went back to stare at the screen of his laptop thoughtfully until he opened his Internet browser and typed a little research on the Google page for "chat rooms".
He chose one of the many related results, but hesitated. "A Sex Chat..." He thought staring at the screen. "Am I really ready for this?"
But his hands had already made their decision. So after choosing a name for his new account, Dom logged in the chat.
When...
20:58
Hello there!
Dom stared blankly at the little window appeared on the screen, then let out the breath he hadn’t even noticed was holding...
20:59
Hmm .. hello!
"Oh my, I did it.."