Fic: What Lies Behind a Pretty Smile (Prologue)
Title: What Lies Behind a Pretty Smile (Prologue)
Author: Stef (io_amore_voi)
Summary: Jensen finally found the perfect guy. He's gorgeous, smart, funny, romantic...more than Jensen could possibly dream. Still, he can't shake the feeling that he met Jared somewhere before, and, for reasons he can't explain, he finds himself fearing the man. He chalks it up to his own paranoia and dark past. Besides, as they say, what you don't know won't hurt you, right? Wrong.
Rating (of this chapter): R
Warnings (for all parts):Gangs, near kidnap with the use of chloroform, sexual abuse (not childhood), domestic violence
Disclaimer: I do not know or own Jensen or Jared. Everyone and everything else is made up. This story is entirely fictional and I earn nothing for it.
Note: This is the first thing I've written alone for awhile, let alone post, so I'm really nervous :p Also, titles are summaries are not my forte so please forgive the atrocity that they are
Jared wasn’t a bad person. He’d never wanted to be in a gang, but one has to do what they can to survive, and he didn’t see any other way. The only reason he wasn’t living on the streets was because of his boyfriend, Dustin, who just so happened to be the leader of the gang Jared found himself about to be initiated into. When they first got together, Jared had no idea what Dustin’s lifestyle consisted of. All he knew was that the guy was his ticket to a home and a new beginning. It was an accident, finding out the truth, but once he knew, he had two options; join the gang or die. Naturally, he took the first.
“We’re gonna have you do some heavy shit,” Dustin told him, no empathy in his voice whatsoever. “But I know you can do it.”
Jared gulped, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. Dustin ignored his obvious signs of nerves and continued.
“There’s this guy, Jensen something-or-other. He was dating our boy Aidan for a while. They were engaged, actually. Then, one night, while Aidan was sound asleep right the fuck next to him, the douche got up and ran. Took the dog and everything.”
Jared gulped again, really not liking where this was going. He’d already decided he would have no problem hi-jacking a car, or breaking into a jewelry store, or even robbing a bank so long as he didn’t actually have to shoot someone. The bottom line was, he didn’t want to hurt anybody.
“What you’re going to do,” Dustin continued, “is wait for this Jensen outside the bar where he works. Chloroform the son-of-a-bitch and bring him to me.”
“What are you going to do to him?” Jared asked, voice higher-pitched than normal. Dustin laughed. It was a cold, cruel noise.
“I’m gonna kill him, of course.”
Jared just stared, head spinning. Dustin sighed, impatient.
“He left because he found out about us, Jared. You know what I have to do. I have no other choice.”
“He can join the gang,” the other man suggested. “That’s what I’m doing…”
“Yeah, but you’re not a little bitch who fled at the first sign of danger. Aidan is a good guy and he didn’t deserve to be up and left like that.”
Aidan is a good guy. Right, Jared thought silently. He knew for a fact that Aidan had damn near killed a man, simply because he had cut him off in traffic. He’d rammed his truck into the back of the man’s car and when he got out, demanding to know what the hell happened, Aidan bashed his head in with a tire iron before fleeing. He’d bragged about it multiple times to the other gang members, but had yet to be caught.
“Isn’t there anything else I can do?” Jared pleaded, feeling sick. Dustin placed one hand on the table which Jared was sitting at and stooped to look the man directly in the eyes.
“It’s this or I slit your fucking throat. Understand?”
Swallowing against tears that would earn him a slap in the face at the least, Jared nodded.
“Good,” Dustin said with a smirk as he lowered himself onto his boyfriend’s lap. “Now here’s how it’s going to go down…”
Jared was shaking like a leaf as he waited outside of Mickey’s, a dingy little bar outside of the city, waiting for Jensen to come out. It was to be any time now. The bar closed at two and it was now 2:15. Dustin had told him it should be easy for him to spot the man. He would be the last one leaving, but, just to be safe, he gave him a brief description of the guy; Dark blonde to light brown hair, tall, (just not as tall as Jared), big, green eyes, freckles.
Five more minutes passed and Jensen still hadn’t left. Jared was about to leave; Go home and tell Dustin the guy must have called off sick or something, but then he remembered that, if he did that, he probably wouldn’t be alive this time tomorrow. So he stayed.
At a few minutes to 2:30, the door finally opened, making Jared jump. When the guy, Jensen-he had to be Jensen-exited and saw Jared, he jumped too.
“Oh, hey. I didn’t expect anyone to be out here. Everything okay?”
Fear making it impossible to speak, Jared just nodded. Jensen looked unsure.
“Well…okay. Have a good night.”
He turned.
Do it, Jared. Do it.
No, damn it, don’t do it!
The battle went on in his head for what seemed like forever, but was really only a couple seconds before the worst side of Jared won and he lunged forward, putting the rag laced with chloroform over Jensen’s nose and mouth while he blocked him escaping with his other arm, all the while dragging him to the back of the bar where no one could see them. The guy squirmed and went into a fit of muffled screaming for what Jared was pretty sure was way too long, but finally went limp in his arms.
Okay, good. Now run.
But Jared couldn’t run. As he held onto the man, cradling him like a baby in his arms, all he could do was stare. He looked like an angel. A beautiful, chloroformed angel.
Jared, what did you do?
He knew then that he couldn’t do it. No, that was a lie. He knew right from the beginning that he couldn’t do it. He would just have to go back to Dustin and meet his fate. Or run.
Running sounded good.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the unconscious man as he laid him gently on the ground. He checked his pulse. It was steady, so Jared took a deep, calming breath. The angel-Jensen-would be okay.
With one last, thirsty look at the guy he’d just been about to take to be slaughtered, Jared turned and ran; didn’t even take the car Dustin had stolen for him. Just ran.