How Will I Break The News To You?
UH HUT! WOW. I wore my HIM t-shirt to school today, along with my pink Bam wristband because it's like a Vam-fit in my brain...anyhow...I was at Drama and this kid named Ralph told me that he would never listen to HIM or watch Viva La Bam ever again because Bam was gay with Ville. I was all like "I know, what the hell's your point?" he's an idiot, but I thought I'd share my story before the other story.
It's A Hard Knock Life.
Vam
PG13
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Dreams usually eluded him, but this morning he remembered. He remembered every detail of how Ville pushed him against the wall of his bedroom and pulled down his pants. It was a nightmare. Not that dreaming that way about a boy that way bothered him, it was that in this particular dream about a boy, Ville was the boy, and Ville raped him. Rape. He shook his head and wiped the thought of the word and the memory of the dream from his mind. He couldn’t look Ville in the eye though. He could barely look at him without his stomach turning over.
“Bam? Are you feeling okay?” Mrs. Valo’s voice cut into his thoughts. He looked at her and smiled.
“Just a little sick to my stomach, thank you for asking.”
“Oh dear, should I call for a doctor?” He shook his head.
“No need. I’m fine, I promise.” She smiled and said he could be excused from the table. So he left the table and went to his bedroom. He was supposed to learn to swim today, but he wasn’t up to it. Lying down, he tried to think of something that would keep his mind off his dream. The room was so quiet. There was no sound whatsoever, that’s why he jumped so high when the door opened. He prayed that it wasn’t Ville. He couldn’t look at the older boy right now.
“Bam?” Jesse. Bam looked up from his place on the bed and saw the younger boy standing there. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. What’s going on?”
“I’m supposed to teach you to swim today! Let’s go! I brought you a swimsuit!” The boy handed over the striped suit and Bam frowned a bit.
He looked absolutely ridiculous in this ‘swimsuit’. It was a black and white striped body suit and he hated it. If this was what he had to wear while swimming then they could forget it.
“Are you coming?” Jesse asked from outside the door.
“No. I look stupid.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” another voice said. Ville. Bam’s heart jumped slightly and his stomach twisted. “Come out Bam.” Ville requested and Bam felt like he was going to vomit. The dream was so fresh in his mind. He could even feel his flesh being ripped into, just like before when.....his head went light and he fell to the floor with a sickening thud.
Ville had been walking to the library when he saw Jesse knocking on Bam’s door telling him to come out. Bam had been avoiding him all morning for some unknown reason. Ville felt alright about that though. The less he saw Bam, the less he had to worry about getting more attached to him.
“I look stupid.” Bam shouted.
“I’m sure you don’t. Come out Bam.” He said through the door, his younger brother grinning at him. They listened for a reply and only heard a thump, like someone falling. Ville wrenched the door open and found Bam lying on the floor, pale. His head was bleeding and a pool of it was forming on the floor.
“Oh my god!” Jesse screeched.
“Go get Daddy or Linde. They’ll know what to do.” Ville shouted and his brother ran out the door. Ville sunk to the floor next to Bam and ripped the bottom of his shirt. He pressed the cloth to the bleeding area of the younger boy’s head.
“Bam? Bam? Can you hear me?” Blue eyes, unfocused, looked passed me. “Bam, over here.” The eyes turned on me, and he frowned slightly.
“Ville?”
“Yeah, it’s me Bam.” The boy shied away from him slightly.
“Don’t touch me.” He spat and Ville was taken aback. He hadn’t done anything to the boy. “Don’t touch me, ever.” Bam struggled and tried to get away from him.
“No. Don’t! You’re hurt.”
“I’ve been hurt worse than this by Mizz Adair. Get away from me. Please Ville.” Bam looked at him, his blue eyes wild. Ville nodded and backed away. By this time, Linde came running in the room and he picked Bam up despite his protests.
The screams of the young orphan boy echoed throughout the house.
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erm, yes. well. I had no idea where this came from, but the plot is turning far from Annie. But I'm pretty sure that's a good thing. Thanks for the comments so far.
*holds sign up* Will Write for Comments
This is Fizzy, Signing off, Saying Goodnight and Goodluck.
It's A Hard Knock Life.
Vam
PG13
Standard Disclaimer Applies.
Links Behind the Cut.
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1457021.html#cutid1
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1464287.html#cutid1
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1473347.html#cutid1
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1477266.html#cutid1
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1504556.html#cutid1
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1520450.html#cutid1
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Dreams usually eluded him, but this morning he remembered. He remembered every detail of how Ville pushed him against the wall of his bedroom and pulled down his pants. It was a nightmare. Not that dreaming that way about a boy that way bothered him, it was that in this particular dream about a boy, Ville was the boy, and Ville raped him. Rape. He shook his head and wiped the thought of the word and the memory of the dream from his mind. He couldn’t look Ville in the eye though. He could barely look at him without his stomach turning over.
“Bam? Are you feeling okay?” Mrs. Valo’s voice cut into his thoughts. He looked at her and smiled.
“Just a little sick to my stomach, thank you for asking.”
“Oh dear, should I call for a doctor?” He shook his head.
“No need. I’m fine, I promise.” She smiled and said he could be excused from the table. So he left the table and went to his bedroom. He was supposed to learn to swim today, but he wasn’t up to it. Lying down, he tried to think of something that would keep his mind off his dream. The room was so quiet. There was no sound whatsoever, that’s why he jumped so high when the door opened. He prayed that it wasn’t Ville. He couldn’t look at the older boy right now.
“Bam?” Jesse. Bam looked up from his place on the bed and saw the younger boy standing there. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. What’s going on?”
“I’m supposed to teach you to swim today! Let’s go! I brought you a swimsuit!” The boy handed over the striped suit and Bam frowned a bit.
He looked absolutely ridiculous in this ‘swimsuit’. It was a black and white striped body suit and he hated it. If this was what he had to wear while swimming then they could forget it.
“Are you coming?” Jesse asked from outside the door.
“No. I look stupid.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” another voice said. Ville. Bam’s heart jumped slightly and his stomach twisted. “Come out Bam.” Ville requested and Bam felt like he was going to vomit. The dream was so fresh in his mind. He could even feel his flesh being ripped into, just like before when.....his head went light and he fell to the floor with a sickening thud.
Ville had been walking to the library when he saw Jesse knocking on Bam’s door telling him to come out. Bam had been avoiding him all morning for some unknown reason. Ville felt alright about that though. The less he saw Bam, the less he had to worry about getting more attached to him.
“I look stupid.” Bam shouted.
“I’m sure you don’t. Come out Bam.” He said through the door, his younger brother grinning at him. They listened for a reply and only heard a thump, like someone falling. Ville wrenched the door open and found Bam lying on the floor, pale. His head was bleeding and a pool of it was forming on the floor.
“Oh my god!” Jesse screeched.
“Go get Daddy or Linde. They’ll know what to do.” Ville shouted and his brother ran out the door. Ville sunk to the floor next to Bam and ripped the bottom of his shirt. He pressed the cloth to the bleeding area of the younger boy’s head.
“Bam? Bam? Can you hear me?” Blue eyes, unfocused, looked passed me. “Bam, over here.” The eyes turned on me, and he frowned slightly.
“Ville?”
“Yeah, it’s me Bam.” The boy shied away from him slightly.
“Don’t touch me.” He spat and Ville was taken aback. He hadn’t done anything to the boy. “Don’t touch me, ever.” Bam struggled and tried to get away from him.
“No. Don’t! You’re hurt.”
“I’ve been hurt worse than this by Mizz Adair. Get away from me. Please Ville.” Bam looked at him, his blue eyes wild. Ville nodded and backed away. By this time, Linde came running in the room and he picked Bam up despite his protests.
The screams of the young orphan boy echoed throughout the house.
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erm, yes. well. I had no idea where this came from, but the plot is turning far from Annie. But I'm pretty sure that's a good thing. Thanks for the comments so far.
*holds sign up* Will Write for Comments
This is Fizzy, Signing off, Saying Goodnight and Goodluck.