The Promise (Poynter-Judd, SA)
Title: The Promise
Author: joshyouare
Rating: 18+ for language and graphic scenes of voilence and rape (mild horroh)
Pairing: Poynter-Judd
Point of view: Dougie's
Summary: Dougie made a promise, and he broke it. He's not going to forget.
Disclaimer: Fiction = not true.
Author’s notes: if there's call for it i will add an explanation, im not posting this on Mcfly Slash comm b/c it old and also, its more the story than slash if that make sense... i've always wanted to turn this into a chaptered fic, opinions?
Running, as fast as I can, you can’t catch me I'm the ginger bread man!
“Dougie stop!” he screamed after me down the corridor, but I still ran, tears burning my eyes and crossing my vision
“I can run away from you, I can!” I shouted, smirking as I dived into the small tiled room slamming the door and locking it. And I’m cut off from the endless fluorescent tube lights of the too-clean white-everything building, the small bathroom cast in an eerie twilight by the green fire escape icon illuminated above the door.
When my pursuer reaches the room soon after he begins to hammer upon the door, and I laugh, but it’s not me laughing, its him, it’s a cold laughter that rings loudly, through my silent tears, I wished he’d go away. My chest begins to heave as my breathing becomes forced, it hurts and I cry out but it only makes it worse, the room is spinning - and I’m scared
“Go Away!” I demand crying in anguish
“I'm not going anywhere.” Comes the call from outside
“Not you, Him!” I scream, felling as though I'm tearing apart inside, I hunch over clutching my sides, body shaking, cold sweat falls, and wail loudly
“Dougie please this is not a game, y-“ I slam my fist against the door and scream at the door cutting off the one standing behind it, his anger washing through me, he’s taken over, and he speaks, cold and alien like always
“*** you Fletcher, you snivelling ***. We know this is YOUR game, you started it, this is all consequence of your actions!”
“I want to talk to Dougie.” at this a hiss escapes my lips, against my control - I have no control, he has it all.
“He’s weak, he’s a failure, he left me to die alone!” he spits through my lips, his words are like daggers but I feel it go, his rage it passes over, but remains still like always, but he’s let me go - for now. And all I feel is pain, I sob and fall to the floor clutching my legs to my body
“Dougie? ...Dougie, open the door.” The voice falling through the door pleading
“I can’t...” I whimper “He won’t let me”
“Dougie, listen to me, you’re stronger than him..”
“No I’m not...” I whispered curling into a ball, before it happened again, he takes hold, the anger boiling up in me I feel like I'm in a vice, all the air leaving me, so tight around my chest.
“Yes you are Dougie.”
Then his voice comes out, cold and deep, falling from my lips - he has control;
“No, he’s not” the words drawl from my lips, and he stands me up, my limbs moving as if on their own accord and he takes me to the sink, he lets me go, and I clutch the edges of the bowl not daring to raise my eyes to the mirror in front of me
“Look.” He orders, and he raises my head, I can’t resist, I'm powerless, it’s like my body isn’t mine anymore, it hasn’t been mine for a long time.
I open my eyes and gasp, all I see in the mirror is him, my breathing hitches and rattles as I choke on sob I try to hold back as renewed tears fall down my cheeks. It’s him, the one who won’t leave me, the one who’s punishing me, still wearing the white linen uniform, identical to mine. His eyes so blue, they see right through me, he is me, I am him, he was - he is - my everything, I reach a trembling hand to the glass, a shiver runs my body when I make contact with the icy surface
“Harry.”
In the mirror he’s reaching out his hand, and as usual, his pure white sleeves are stained with blood. And when are palms meet, I feel it, I feel him, his warmth. And it pours into me and against myself, I smile. He closes his hand around mine and then he’s standing next to me, no longer trapped in the glass.
“You made a promise to me Dougie, why did you break it?” His voice is emotionless his features expressionless.
“I - I - I couldn’t do it, I was scared.” I cry tears rolling down my cheeks.
“You couldn’t have been brave, for me?”
“I love you, Harr-“
“Then why did you do it?” he growls angrily, as he pulls back a blood stained sleeve, showing me the familiar deep red cut that ran from his wrist up the length of his forearm, I know there’s an identical one on the other arm,
“you left me to die alone!” he yells and I back off as rage flares in his eyes, words fail me and I just begin to cry aloud, sinking to the floor
“You’re pathetic.” He spits, turning away from me and makes for the door,
“NO!” I scream in fear, Dr. Fletcher would be waiting with his syringe, I scamper up protesting as he unlocks the door and swings it open. And I'm silenced as Day light Spills through the door, so bright and warm, Harry is nothing but a silhouette. And then he walks through the door, leaving the sun beams unbroken.
Cautiously I follow him, going into the light, it feels good on my pale skin, like the sun is filling me up, I’m blinded as the light hits my tear burnt eyes harshly. I step through and for a few second all is nothing as my eyes adjust from the darkness of the bathroom. And I gasp.
Before me is a large opening in a wood, wild flowers everywhere, I turn back to look at the bathroom door. It’s gone. Instead I see a house, our house, from my dreams, from my fairytale. The fresh air fills my lungs, I feel cleansed. The grass squashes under my bare feet. I drop to the ground and hug my legs to my chest, taking in the beauty of it all. Then he is sitting next to me, watching me, I didn’t look at him, just stared forwards watching the landscape.
“Why did you bring me back here?” I ask timidly, afraid he was going to yell at me again.
He didn’t answer and he continued to stare at me, I could feel his eyes on me, those blue eyes that used to fill me with happiness, now scare me, more than anything else. I turn and face him, he never blinks, not anymore, just watches always watching, he never leaves me alone. Sometimes I resent him, but mostly, I love him.
“You really don’t have an answer for me, do you, Dougie?” he said breaking the silence.
I didn’t answer, just turn away and look at the ground playing with the hem of my white linen uniform. As confused tears blur my eyes, haven’t I been through enough, when will he see how sorry I am? He’s made me miserable for so long now, those times he smiled, and we were happy seem so far away, nothing more than ghosting memories. When I didn’t answer he stood, shaking his head, and he begins to walk to the house - our house. I scramble to my feet beginning to cry freely, stumbling after him
“Harry...” I call, “Harry, please...” I beg through my sobs, he Disappears through the front door of the cottage, my dream cottage, our home in my fairytale. When I reach the door and walk in, it all looks so familiar, everything just as I remember from my dreams, he was nowhere in sight. Maybe he’d given up, maybe he was finally going to leave me alone. But the sound of movement above killed my optimistic ponderings, I climbed the stairs, feeling as though I was approaching my execution, but I know Harry would never hurt me to an extreme, at least I think he wouldn’t,
“Harry?” I call uncertainly reaching the landing, A cold laugh echoes from the bedroom, and I swallow hard, stepping forwards I enter the bedroom. He’s standing by the window, back to me looking out into the wilderness surrounding my piece of heaven.
“This dream of yours is paramount to your weakness,” he mutters coldly, as I sit on the bed and pull my legs back against my body.
“You never told me why you brought me here.”
“Maybe I’ll tell you, if you’d answer my question.”
“You were never meant to see this. I can’t believe you’d come here, it’s private.”
“Nothing in your mind is private, you are no longer private Dougie. You’re mine.”
He turns and walks towards the bed, he climbs on and pulls my face so I’m looking him in the eyes, “We both made promises Dougie.”
He pushes me down and mounts my waist pushing my arms down into the bed, I squirm but he’s too strong, “And I’m going to keep mine.”
“No please, Harry, not here-“ but I'm silenced as he presses his lips to mine, and I immediately respond, I’ve never resisted, he’s my heroin, I need him.
Are lips move slowly and tenderly, before he bushed his tongue into my mouth and the kiss becomes more heated more passionate. He begins to get rough his grip on my arms tightening, he’s going to leave marks. He begins to bite on my lower lip and then moves to my jaw line and then my neck - marking me as his.
His hands tear at our clothes ripping them from our flesh as he continues to work on my neck. When were both naked he presses his body against mine, erections clashing with a beautiful friction, I arch my back and gyrate my hips wanting more but his hand comes across my face, slapping me hard, the stinging pain bringing tears to my eyes
“Whoar.” He spits at me, as the tears roll down my cheeks, he resumes biting me his hands running up and down my body, nails digging in my skin.
As I continue to sob - He gets rougher, starting to hurt, losing any pleasurable feeling.
“Stop.” I whimper, knowing it will do no good. I close my eyes and look away, fear gripping me as I lay pressed underneath him
He begins to growl, teeth bruising my flesh, the pressure from his nails increase,. He begins to draw blood as his teeth become fangs, and his hands become clawed.
My blood spills onto the bed, scaring the clean cotton beneath us, I cry out in pain as he shreds my flesh.
“Harry...” I mumble in-between my cries of pain, as I feel him penetrate my ass
My breath catches as he enters, it hurts, and he begins to move, fucking me as he bites down on my neck, causing me to hiss out in pain, my blood spills everywhere, my head starts to spin, as everything turns black.
My mind is swimming with thoughts of wolves and heroic woodsman. But I’m brought to what I assume is reality when a sharp pain against my head has me opening my eyes.
I was laying on the floor, the tiles were cold. I wasn’t bleeding, but Harry wasn’t gone, he was still in me.
“Dougie what’s happened, answer me immediately.” Instructed Doctor Fletcher, through the door, “Open this door now.”
And he’s pulling me off the ground, I’m losing all control
“Dougie, let me in.”
“Not by the hairs of my chinny, chin, chin!” I cackle before Harry is pushing me out again.
“Fight it Dougie.”
“I’m not letting Dougie do anything foolish, Fletcher.” His words were falling from my lips again, he turns us, me and him, to the bathtub and begins running the tap the bath speedily filling, “He has a promise to keep.”
“What’s going on?” is demanded from outside,
He moves me to the sink again, looking in the mirror I see no blue eyes, I see only my murky reflection. He pushes my hand into my pocket to bring out the blade I had been hiding ever since it happened. I hear heated mutterings from behind the door, but I don’t care. Harry has my attention.
“Please, don’t...” I whimper as he reaches out with my arms to pull back my sleeves in turn.
It’s happening and I can’t stop it, I can no longer fight him, I just let my tears fall. As he brings my hand holding the blade up to my other arm pressing it over the wrist. I gasp as the icy metal stings my skin, and choke out a small scream of pain as he makes me sink it into my flesh. Blood spills and I let out a long cry of pain as he forces me to drag it down the length of my forearm, the blood flowing heavily. Spilling into the sink and onto the tiles, angry scarlet soaks my white uniform.
“hush poppet, almost there” Harry coo’s through my lips, There is now shouts and loud repeated crashes coming from the door.
I lift my shaking arms and repeated what I’ve just done on my other arm, my actions beyond my control anymore, as the blood spills from my body, I drop the blade. The bath begins to overflow.
“I’m so sorry Harry.” I weep as I begin to shake “I-I love you.”
He moves my weakened body to the bath and I climb in and sink into the water, my blood clouding the water, as it cascades over the side and across the floor it begins to flow under the door
“BLOOD.” screams someone from outside, but it sounds so distant, my head begins to numb and my body follows and then Harry speaks through my lips for the last time;
“I forgive you Dougie, I love you too” and I feel his presence no more as my body sinks deeper into the crimson pool around me.
Somewhere in the distance I can here crashes and screams, but my head rolls and my vision is fading, and then - I knew no more.
Author: joshyouare
Rating: 18+ for language and graphic scenes of voilence and rape (mild horroh)
Pairing: Poynter-Judd
Point of view: Dougie's
Summary: Dougie made a promise, and he broke it. He's not going to forget.
Disclaimer: Fiction = not true.
Author’s notes: if there's call for it i will add an explanation, im not posting this on Mcfly Slash comm b/c it old and also, its more the story than slash if that make sense... i've always wanted to turn this into a chaptered fic, opinions?
Running, as fast as I can, you can’t catch me I'm the ginger bread man!
“Dougie stop!” he screamed after me down the corridor, but I still ran, tears burning my eyes and crossing my vision
“I can run away from you, I can!” I shouted, smirking as I dived into the small tiled room slamming the door and locking it. And I’m cut off from the endless fluorescent tube lights of the too-clean white-everything building, the small bathroom cast in an eerie twilight by the green fire escape icon illuminated above the door.
When my pursuer reaches the room soon after he begins to hammer upon the door, and I laugh, but it’s not me laughing, its him, it’s a cold laughter that rings loudly, through my silent tears, I wished he’d go away. My chest begins to heave as my breathing becomes forced, it hurts and I cry out but it only makes it worse, the room is spinning - and I’m scared
“Go Away!” I demand crying in anguish
“I'm not going anywhere.” Comes the call from outside
“Not you, Him!” I scream, felling as though I'm tearing apart inside, I hunch over clutching my sides, body shaking, cold sweat falls, and wail loudly
“Dougie please this is not a game, y-“ I slam my fist against the door and scream at the door cutting off the one standing behind it, his anger washing through me, he’s taken over, and he speaks, cold and alien like always
“*** you Fletcher, you snivelling ***. We know this is YOUR game, you started it, this is all consequence of your actions!”
“I want to talk to Dougie.” at this a hiss escapes my lips, against my control - I have no control, he has it all.
“He’s weak, he’s a failure, he left me to die alone!” he spits through my lips, his words are like daggers but I feel it go, his rage it passes over, but remains still like always, but he’s let me go - for now. And all I feel is pain, I sob and fall to the floor clutching my legs to my body
“Dougie? ...Dougie, open the door.” The voice falling through the door pleading
“I can’t...” I whimper “He won’t let me”
“Dougie, listen to me, you’re stronger than him..”
“No I’m not...” I whispered curling into a ball, before it happened again, he takes hold, the anger boiling up in me I feel like I'm in a vice, all the air leaving me, so tight around my chest.
“Yes you are Dougie.”
Then his voice comes out, cold and deep, falling from my lips - he has control;
“No, he’s not” the words drawl from my lips, and he stands me up, my limbs moving as if on their own accord and he takes me to the sink, he lets me go, and I clutch the edges of the bowl not daring to raise my eyes to the mirror in front of me
“Look.” He orders, and he raises my head, I can’t resist, I'm powerless, it’s like my body isn’t mine anymore, it hasn’t been mine for a long time.
I open my eyes and gasp, all I see in the mirror is him, my breathing hitches and rattles as I choke on sob I try to hold back as renewed tears fall down my cheeks. It’s him, the one who won’t leave me, the one who’s punishing me, still wearing the white linen uniform, identical to mine. His eyes so blue, they see right through me, he is me, I am him, he was - he is - my everything, I reach a trembling hand to the glass, a shiver runs my body when I make contact with the icy surface
“Harry.”
In the mirror he’s reaching out his hand, and as usual, his pure white sleeves are stained with blood. And when are palms meet, I feel it, I feel him, his warmth. And it pours into me and against myself, I smile. He closes his hand around mine and then he’s standing next to me, no longer trapped in the glass.
“You made a promise to me Dougie, why did you break it?” His voice is emotionless his features expressionless.
“I - I - I couldn’t do it, I was scared.” I cry tears rolling down my cheeks.
“You couldn’t have been brave, for me?”
“I love you, Harr-“
“Then why did you do it?” he growls angrily, as he pulls back a blood stained sleeve, showing me the familiar deep red cut that ran from his wrist up the length of his forearm, I know there’s an identical one on the other arm,
“you left me to die alone!” he yells and I back off as rage flares in his eyes, words fail me and I just begin to cry aloud, sinking to the floor
“You’re pathetic.” He spits, turning away from me and makes for the door,
“NO!” I scream in fear, Dr. Fletcher would be waiting with his syringe, I scamper up protesting as he unlocks the door and swings it open. And I'm silenced as Day light Spills through the door, so bright and warm, Harry is nothing but a silhouette. And then he walks through the door, leaving the sun beams unbroken.
Cautiously I follow him, going into the light, it feels good on my pale skin, like the sun is filling me up, I’m blinded as the light hits my tear burnt eyes harshly. I step through and for a few second all is nothing as my eyes adjust from the darkness of the bathroom. And I gasp.
Before me is a large opening in a wood, wild flowers everywhere, I turn back to look at the bathroom door. It’s gone. Instead I see a house, our house, from my dreams, from my fairytale. The fresh air fills my lungs, I feel cleansed. The grass squashes under my bare feet. I drop to the ground and hug my legs to my chest, taking in the beauty of it all. Then he is sitting next to me, watching me, I didn’t look at him, just stared forwards watching the landscape.
“Why did you bring me back here?” I ask timidly, afraid he was going to yell at me again.
He didn’t answer and he continued to stare at me, I could feel his eyes on me, those blue eyes that used to fill me with happiness, now scare me, more than anything else. I turn and face him, he never blinks, not anymore, just watches always watching, he never leaves me alone. Sometimes I resent him, but mostly, I love him.
“You really don’t have an answer for me, do you, Dougie?” he said breaking the silence.
I didn’t answer, just turn away and look at the ground playing with the hem of my white linen uniform. As confused tears blur my eyes, haven’t I been through enough, when will he see how sorry I am? He’s made me miserable for so long now, those times he smiled, and we were happy seem so far away, nothing more than ghosting memories. When I didn’t answer he stood, shaking his head, and he begins to walk to the house - our house. I scramble to my feet beginning to cry freely, stumbling after him
“Harry...” I call, “Harry, please...” I beg through my sobs, he Disappears through the front door of the cottage, my dream cottage, our home in my fairytale. When I reach the door and walk in, it all looks so familiar, everything just as I remember from my dreams, he was nowhere in sight. Maybe he’d given up, maybe he was finally going to leave me alone. But the sound of movement above killed my optimistic ponderings, I climbed the stairs, feeling as though I was approaching my execution, but I know Harry would never hurt me to an extreme, at least I think he wouldn’t,
“Harry?” I call uncertainly reaching the landing, A cold laugh echoes from the bedroom, and I swallow hard, stepping forwards I enter the bedroom. He’s standing by the window, back to me looking out into the wilderness surrounding my piece of heaven.
“This dream of yours is paramount to your weakness,” he mutters coldly, as I sit on the bed and pull my legs back against my body.
“You never told me why you brought me here.”
“Maybe I’ll tell you, if you’d answer my question.”
“You were never meant to see this. I can’t believe you’d come here, it’s private.”
“Nothing in your mind is private, you are no longer private Dougie. You’re mine.”
He turns and walks towards the bed, he climbs on and pulls my face so I’m looking him in the eyes, “We both made promises Dougie.”
He pushes me down and mounts my waist pushing my arms down into the bed, I squirm but he’s too strong, “And I’m going to keep mine.”
“No please, Harry, not here-“ but I'm silenced as he presses his lips to mine, and I immediately respond, I’ve never resisted, he’s my heroin, I need him.
Are lips move slowly and tenderly, before he bushed his tongue into my mouth and the kiss becomes more heated more passionate. He begins to get rough his grip on my arms tightening, he’s going to leave marks. He begins to bite on my lower lip and then moves to my jaw line and then my neck - marking me as his.
His hands tear at our clothes ripping them from our flesh as he continues to work on my neck. When were both naked he presses his body against mine, erections clashing with a beautiful friction, I arch my back and gyrate my hips wanting more but his hand comes across my face, slapping me hard, the stinging pain bringing tears to my eyes
“Whoar.” He spits at me, as the tears roll down my cheeks, he resumes biting me his hands running up and down my body, nails digging in my skin.
As I continue to sob - He gets rougher, starting to hurt, losing any pleasurable feeling.
“Stop.” I whimper, knowing it will do no good. I close my eyes and look away, fear gripping me as I lay pressed underneath him
He begins to growl, teeth bruising my flesh, the pressure from his nails increase,. He begins to draw blood as his teeth become fangs, and his hands become clawed.
My blood spills onto the bed, scaring the clean cotton beneath us, I cry out in pain as he shreds my flesh.
“Harry...” I mumble in-between my cries of pain, as I feel him penetrate my ass
My breath catches as he enters, it hurts, and he begins to move, fucking me as he bites down on my neck, causing me to hiss out in pain, my blood spills everywhere, my head starts to spin, as everything turns black.
My mind is swimming with thoughts of wolves and heroic woodsman. But I’m brought to what I assume is reality when a sharp pain against my head has me opening my eyes.
I was laying on the floor, the tiles were cold. I wasn’t bleeding, but Harry wasn’t gone, he was still in me.
“Dougie what’s happened, answer me immediately.” Instructed Doctor Fletcher, through the door, “Open this door now.”
And he’s pulling me off the ground, I’m losing all control
“Dougie, let me in.”
“Not by the hairs of my chinny, chin, chin!” I cackle before Harry is pushing me out again.
“Fight it Dougie.”
“I’m not letting Dougie do anything foolish, Fletcher.” His words were falling from my lips again, he turns us, me and him, to the bathtub and begins running the tap the bath speedily filling, “He has a promise to keep.”
“What’s going on?” is demanded from outside,
He moves me to the sink again, looking in the mirror I see no blue eyes, I see only my murky reflection. He pushes my hand into my pocket to bring out the blade I had been hiding ever since it happened. I hear heated mutterings from behind the door, but I don’t care. Harry has my attention.
“Please, don’t...” I whimper as he reaches out with my arms to pull back my sleeves in turn.
It’s happening and I can’t stop it, I can no longer fight him, I just let my tears fall. As he brings my hand holding the blade up to my other arm pressing it over the wrist. I gasp as the icy metal stings my skin, and choke out a small scream of pain as he makes me sink it into my flesh. Blood spills and I let out a long cry of pain as he forces me to drag it down the length of my forearm, the blood flowing heavily. Spilling into the sink and onto the tiles, angry scarlet soaks my white uniform.
“hush poppet, almost there” Harry coo’s through my lips, There is now shouts and loud repeated crashes coming from the door.
I lift my shaking arms and repeated what I’ve just done on my other arm, my actions beyond my control anymore, as the blood spills from my body, I drop the blade. The bath begins to overflow.
“I’m so sorry Harry.” I weep as I begin to shake “I-I love you.”
He moves my weakened body to the bath and I climb in and sink into the water, my blood clouding the water, as it cascades over the side and across the floor it begins to flow under the door
“BLOOD.” screams someone from outside, but it sounds so distant, my head begins to numb and my body follows and then Harry speaks through my lips for the last time;
“I forgive you Dougie, I love you too” and I feel his presence no more as my body sinks deeper into the crimson pool around me.
Somewhere in the distance I can here crashes and screams, but my head rolls and my vision is fading, and then - I knew no more.