fic - grey
fandom: the oc
title: grey
disclaimer: I don't own anything OC related.
RATING: NC-17. Very disturbing themes of noncon, abuse, etc. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This Chapter Is V. Violent/disturbing.
author's note: This fic is very AU and has a darker take on a lot of things. You have been warned. Ryan and Julie meet under very different circumstances and have a very different relationship.
part one
part two
part three
part four
Frank was making it through, keeping his head down.
But Trey's 'friends' watched him wherever he went.
He was pissed off that none of his friends from outside were friends with him now that they were all inside.
He couldn't even bum a cigarette and nobody would let him in on the contraband gambling matches to win any.
But he was alive and he knew if his fucking lawyer would help him get transferred, he'd be okay.
He just needed to talk to his lawyer.
Frank couldn't take a vacation so his lawyer shouldn't have been able to.
He was sitting in the corner of the cell with some cheesy western paperback he'd gotten from the book cart.
He didn't bother glancing up when his cellmate came in. Butch was a huge black man and he'd barely spoken two words to him in the past few weeks.
Butch caught his attention, though, when he jerked him off the bed to the floor. He kicked the breath out of him and once he was down, he crushed his neck with his knee.
"My son's fifteen. You whored out your kid for money, you're a fucking pervert and if I wasn't up for parole in ten, I'd fucking gut you myself," Butch said, spitting on his face.
Frank wasn't worried about Butch, which was saying a lot since he was being choked by the man's weight.
He was worried about whoever was slicing his jumpsuit and pulling down his boxers.
He would have screamed if he could get a breath through his crushed windpipe.
Butch let up a little once he stopped fighting and he gasped in relief before the pain of the cock pushing into his dry ass made him cry out.
Trey appeared in his vision, jerking his head up as Butch reapplied pressure to his neck.
"Fucking asshole," Trey hissed, showing a shiny blade to him before slicing into his forehead in several quick strokes.
"No..." Frank moaned, blood dripping into his eyes as he passed out.
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Ryan was still spinning a little from his 'friends' company.
It was nice.
And it was almost easier now that they knew about his past to be friends with them.
The numbness was starting to fade, and even though everything still hurt; at least he was feeling again.
He'd taught himself to zone out when he was fucking on cue. He didn't like to do it in real life, at least not without consciously doing it.
He needed fresh air and he hoped that the cool breeze from the ocean would at least hold him steady.
He didn't realize where he was until he heard the raised voices from inside the large mansion.
He wondered if everyone in Newport left their doors open.
"But, Mom, please..."
"I'm not paying for a pathetic little whore like you to go to boarding school. It's not my fault you screwed up yet again. You should've known it was only a matter of time before the Bullitt's new project figured out how useless you are."
Ryan was upset with Taylor, but he had no idea she lived with a mother that would criticize her this viciously.
"Please don't make me stay here, you hate me being around and you have the money, just, I don't want to have to..."
He winced when he heard the smack.
"Stop it. Did you actually think you'd be good enough for a boy like that? Even if he isn't rich, he was too good looking for a pig like you. Get the fuck over it. You will go to Harbor and hopefully you'll understand one day why you don't deserve friends."
He felt like he was hearing his father's words from someone else's mouth.
She'd hurt him. Really badly. But he didn't wish Veronica's words on anyone. He sat down on the sand and watched as the window upstairs clicked on. He listened as a car pulled out of the driveway.
It was about a half hour later that he heard Taylor's light footsteps across her patio.
She saw him and froze in her tracks.
"You want to sit with me for a while?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Do you want to talk?" she asked softly once she'd sat down with him on the sand.
"No. Let's just...sit."
"Okay."
He was surprised at how long they managed it. And that he was the one to break the silence. "Does your mother always yell at you like that?"
She flushed, wrapping her arms around herself tighter. "Sometimes."
"And you really want to go to boarding school?"
"I want you not to hate me anymore," she replied.
"I don't really hate you. But...you..."
"I didn't understand...I thought you didn't want to kiss me because I'm disgusting, I had no idea that it was because of the movies...I just thought you didn't like me..."
"No. It's not like that. It's..."
"We don't have to talk about it. I know we can never go back, but, I...just wanted to tell you," she said.
"It's not you. You're beautiful. And...I don't think I would've made it this far if it hadn't been for your friendship. But...I've never...kissed someone I actually cared about. I've never made love, I've just...fucked. On camera. For my Dad. I don't know how to...I don't know how it's supposed to feel. I know I like you, but...I just...freeze up when it comes to...kissing or touching or..."
"It's okay. I mean, I get it. And...I just get it. I can never tell you how sorry I am about what I said..."
"Let's just...sit some more."
Taylor lapsed into silence, but she seemed to relax slightly.
"I'm going to change my name," he said.
She smiled. "To what?"
"I don't know yet. Bullitt wants me to take his name, but I don't know if I could take all the jokes. And they vetoed my 'Smith' idea. Julie says I can take her maiden name, Lavelle or something?"
"That seems cool. Then your new start will be all good again," she said.
He smiled. "You think?"
"Yeah. I do," she said.
They were silent again and the waves finally gave him the answer he needed. "We could be friends again."
"I...are you sure?"
"Yeah. Seth and Marissa are teaching me about having friends. And if you're really sorry...then I...don't want to lose you just because of a misunderstanding," he said. "But...did you watch the..."
"No, I swear, I didn't...I swear," Taylor said.
"Thank you, for that," he replied, pushing himself to his feet. He held out his hand. "Let's take a walk."
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Julie didn't want to panic but she couldn't find Ryan. But his jacket was gone and he'd seemed to be doing much better after Marissa and Seth's visit.
But where would he go? It was almost dinner time and Ryan was punctual like he was following a schedule.
She was worried but she didn't want to panic Bullitt if it was nothing.
Was she overreacting?
She couldn't hide her relief when he walked into the house. But when she saw Taylor Townsend following him, she found herself on the verge of hitting a child.
"Julie. Can Taylor stay for dinner?" Ryan asked.
It was only when Taylor was fully inside that she saw her swollen cheek.
She immediately regretted her earlier thought.
"We talked," Ryan said.
"Oh," Julie said.
"I...didn't understand what I was talking about," Taylor said. "And I'm grateful to be Ryan's friend in any way he'll let me."
Ryan's eyes were pleading and there was more emotion than she'd seen since Taylor's initial blunder.
"I'll order extra for you," Julie conceded.
Ryan smiled. "We're going to go watch TV."
He was a better person that she'd ever be.
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"Yeah, he's pretty fucked up. They must've run a train on him, his asshole's fucked up," a voice said.
Frank was too sore to open his eyes but he couldn't close his ears.
"Sliced him up, too. He probably would've been better off if they cut his balls off considering how they crushed them," another voice said.
"The scars are kind of karmic, though. If the rumors are true," the first voice said.
He waited until the room was silent except for the beeping of the monitors before opening his eyes.
He shifted in bed and immediately regretted it.
Then he remembered. He reached over to the side table tray and picked up the silver cup so he could see his reflection.
Even though it was backwards the word was unmistakable. "PEDO".
He shuddered and dropped the tin mug. He had never been one prone to freaking out, but he pushed the sheet down and saw "PERVERT" carved on his chest.
Fucking Trey. Fucking Ryan. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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title: grey
disclaimer: I don't own anything OC related.
RATING: NC-17. Very disturbing themes of noncon, abuse, etc. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This Chapter Is V. Violent/disturbing.
author's note: This fic is very AU and has a darker take on a lot of things. You have been warned. Ryan and Julie meet under very different circumstances and have a very different relationship.
part one
part two
part three
part four
Frank was making it through, keeping his head down.
But Trey's 'friends' watched him wherever he went.
He was pissed off that none of his friends from outside were friends with him now that they were all inside.
He couldn't even bum a cigarette and nobody would let him in on the contraband gambling matches to win any.
But he was alive and he knew if his fucking lawyer would help him get transferred, he'd be okay.
He just needed to talk to his lawyer.
Frank couldn't take a vacation so his lawyer shouldn't have been able to.
He was sitting in the corner of the cell with some cheesy western paperback he'd gotten from the book cart.
He didn't bother glancing up when his cellmate came in. Butch was a huge black man and he'd barely spoken two words to him in the past few weeks.
Butch caught his attention, though, when he jerked him off the bed to the floor. He kicked the breath out of him and once he was down, he crushed his neck with his knee.
"My son's fifteen. You whored out your kid for money, you're a fucking pervert and if I wasn't up for parole in ten, I'd fucking gut you myself," Butch said, spitting on his face.
Frank wasn't worried about Butch, which was saying a lot since he was being choked by the man's weight.
He was worried about whoever was slicing his jumpsuit and pulling down his boxers.
He would have screamed if he could get a breath through his crushed windpipe.
Butch let up a little once he stopped fighting and he gasped in relief before the pain of the cock pushing into his dry ass made him cry out.
Trey appeared in his vision, jerking his head up as Butch reapplied pressure to his neck.
"Fucking asshole," Trey hissed, showing a shiny blade to him before slicing into his forehead in several quick strokes.
"No..." Frank moaned, blood dripping into his eyes as he passed out.
------------------
Ryan was still spinning a little from his 'friends' company.
It was nice.
And it was almost easier now that they knew about his past to be friends with them.
The numbness was starting to fade, and even though everything still hurt; at least he was feeling again.
He'd taught himself to zone out when he was fucking on cue. He didn't like to do it in real life, at least not without consciously doing it.
He needed fresh air and he hoped that the cool breeze from the ocean would at least hold him steady.
He didn't realize where he was until he heard the raised voices from inside the large mansion.
He wondered if everyone in Newport left their doors open.
"But, Mom, please..."
"I'm not paying for a pathetic little whore like you to go to boarding school. It's not my fault you screwed up yet again. You should've known it was only a matter of time before the Bullitt's new project figured out how useless you are."
Ryan was upset with Taylor, but he had no idea she lived with a mother that would criticize her this viciously.
"Please don't make me stay here, you hate me being around and you have the money, just, I don't want to have to..."
He winced when he heard the smack.
"Stop it. Did you actually think you'd be good enough for a boy like that? Even if he isn't rich, he was too good looking for a pig like you. Get the fuck over it. You will go to Harbor and hopefully you'll understand one day why you don't deserve friends."
He felt like he was hearing his father's words from someone else's mouth.
She'd hurt him. Really badly. But he didn't wish Veronica's words on anyone. He sat down on the sand and watched as the window upstairs clicked on. He listened as a car pulled out of the driveway.
It was about a half hour later that he heard Taylor's light footsteps across her patio.
She saw him and froze in her tracks.
"You want to sit with me for a while?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Do you want to talk?" she asked softly once she'd sat down with him on the sand.
"No. Let's just...sit."
"Okay."
He was surprised at how long they managed it. And that he was the one to break the silence. "Does your mother always yell at you like that?"
She flushed, wrapping her arms around herself tighter. "Sometimes."
"And you really want to go to boarding school?"
"I want you not to hate me anymore," she replied.
"I don't really hate you. But...you..."
"I didn't understand...I thought you didn't want to kiss me because I'm disgusting, I had no idea that it was because of the movies...I just thought you didn't like me..."
"No. It's not like that. It's..."
"We don't have to talk about it. I know we can never go back, but, I...just wanted to tell you," she said.
"It's not you. You're beautiful. And...I don't think I would've made it this far if it hadn't been for your friendship. But...I've never...kissed someone I actually cared about. I've never made love, I've just...fucked. On camera. For my Dad. I don't know how to...I don't know how it's supposed to feel. I know I like you, but...I just...freeze up when it comes to...kissing or touching or..."
"It's okay. I mean, I get it. And...I just get it. I can never tell you how sorry I am about what I said..."
"Let's just...sit some more."
Taylor lapsed into silence, but she seemed to relax slightly.
"I'm going to change my name," he said.
She smiled. "To what?"
"I don't know yet. Bullitt wants me to take his name, but I don't know if I could take all the jokes. And they vetoed my 'Smith' idea. Julie says I can take her maiden name, Lavelle or something?"
"That seems cool. Then your new start will be all good again," she said.
He smiled. "You think?"
"Yeah. I do," she said.
They were silent again and the waves finally gave him the answer he needed. "We could be friends again."
"I...are you sure?"
"Yeah. Seth and Marissa are teaching me about having friends. And if you're really sorry...then I...don't want to lose you just because of a misunderstanding," he said. "But...did you watch the..."
"No, I swear, I didn't...I swear," Taylor said.
"Thank you, for that," he replied, pushing himself to his feet. He held out his hand. "Let's take a walk."
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Julie didn't want to panic but she couldn't find Ryan. But his jacket was gone and he'd seemed to be doing much better after Marissa and Seth's visit.
But where would he go? It was almost dinner time and Ryan was punctual like he was following a schedule.
She was worried but she didn't want to panic Bullitt if it was nothing.
Was she overreacting?
She couldn't hide her relief when he walked into the house. But when she saw Taylor Townsend following him, she found herself on the verge of hitting a child.
"Julie. Can Taylor stay for dinner?" Ryan asked.
It was only when Taylor was fully inside that she saw her swollen cheek.
She immediately regretted her earlier thought.
"We talked," Ryan said.
"Oh," Julie said.
"I...didn't understand what I was talking about," Taylor said. "And I'm grateful to be Ryan's friend in any way he'll let me."
Ryan's eyes were pleading and there was more emotion than she'd seen since Taylor's initial blunder.
"I'll order extra for you," Julie conceded.
Ryan smiled. "We're going to go watch TV."
He was a better person that she'd ever be.
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"Yeah, he's pretty fucked up. They must've run a train on him, his asshole's fucked up," a voice said.
Frank was too sore to open his eyes but he couldn't close his ears.
"Sliced him up, too. He probably would've been better off if they cut his balls off considering how they crushed them," another voice said.
"The scars are kind of karmic, though. If the rumors are true," the first voice said.
He waited until the room was silent except for the beeping of the monitors before opening his eyes.
He shifted in bed and immediately regretted it.
Then he remembered. He reached over to the side table tray and picked up the silver cup so he could see his reflection.
Even though it was backwards the word was unmistakable. "PEDO".
He shuddered and dropped the tin mug. He had never been one prone to freaking out, but he pushed the sheet down and saw "PERVERT" carved on his chest.
Fucking Trey. Fucking Ryan. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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