The Lost Boy
Summary - Bam runs away after yet another episode at home.
Based on the Dave Pelzer books.If you have not read them yet you should.
They are sad,yes but they are so moving and reading them really changed me.
Disclaimer - I own nothing.Okay, so that is not true but I sure as hell do not own Ville or Bam or anybody else in this fic.Much as I would have it otherwise.Oh,and..This never happened.
SMACK
Ouch.
Pain shoots through my jaw and I reel backwards from the blow.
Now lying sprawled on the floor.
Tasting the coppery tang of blood in my mouth as I curl up defensively to try and minimise the chance of being hit more.
Tears threatening to spill from my now rather dull blue eyes.
Looking up at the monster that plagues my life.
That has hated me ever since I first could walk.
Probably even before that.
Yeah,most of my life that I can remember has been like this.
Not always though..
My younger years were much more pleasant.
When I was little the most I would get was a telling off,sent to my room and maybe a smacked bottom.
We lived a normal happy life in the suburbs of West Chester.
My life was..well,not exactly dream like but it was..
It was okay.
That was before my father started drinking so much so often.
Now it is hell being at this place.
No matter what I do it is not good enough.
I think the reason that my father hates me so much is because of the alcohol but also I am a factor there as well.
Because of my pranks.
He hates them.
That is the second part of the equitation.
Why he beats me.
Why I am constantly hungry.
Why my brother more or less ignores me whenever our father is around.
Why my mother,Ape seems to spend most nights in tears and pleading with my father.
School used to be an escape for me,I suppose.
There was once a time when I did have friends.
When I actually did work in class and sat at the table doing homework.
When I was ahead of the rest of the class.
Teachers would write me good reports.
Praise me.
I would actually be invited to kid’s parties and over to their houses after school.
None of that happens now.
Because now I have simply given up.
I do not try at school anymore.
Do not bother with the work.
The class hates me.
The teachers frown at me.
They do not understand.
My brother walks in.
He should stay the fuck away.
Even though he does not get the same marvelous treatment from Phil that I do.
I do not want anything happening to him either.
He does try to help.
Sneaks me food from the kitchen sometimes.
Sneaks down to my room in our fucking haggard ass basement and nurses my wounds.
When he can.
Phil yells at Jesse to leave and Ape pulls him out and tells him to go to his room.
Jesse is normally the more obedient of the two of us,but this time he stands his ground.
Does not move.
He just stands there and watches.
I shakily try and stand and get up.
Phil yells at me asking what I am doing.
Silence answers.
His features become twisted as he growls in anger.
Here we go again.
My sight is growing quite blurry.
Dimmer.
Shit.
Phil is swaying.
Probably from drinking too much.
Again.
What a surprise.
I can see something silver moving.
Towards me.
Fuck.
The pain when it reaches my chest is almost enough to make me pass out.
I double over and let out a soft groan.
Hand clutching over my chest.
Ape is screaming and yelling at Phil.
I can see her shoes as she runs over to me.
I can feel when she grips the knife handle and pulls it out.
FUCK now that is pain.
Tears well in my eyes at the pain.
I know that Phil did not mean it.
Did not mean to stab me.
He would not have done that if he was sober.
I can feel the blood soaking through my hooded sweatshirt as I stood up again shakily.
Phil had just gone back to bed.
Like he cared what happened to me.
Ape and Jesse are all in tears and helping me up.
April gets out the gauze and bandages my wound.
I manage to thank them both and tell them I would be fine.
They should get some rest.
They do not buy it but assume I will go to bed myself now.
I slowly stumble as I make my way out the front door.
Breathe in the night air again.
Wincing with every step that I take.
Feeling more and more dizzy the further I walk down the streets as I make my way through town.
Through the dark streets.
Past my old school.
Past the park where Jesse used to take me to play whenever he heard Ape and Phil start yelling at each other to get us away from them.
Down random streets I never knew existed.
Shit.
I am lost.
Lost and about to pass out from all this blood I am losing.
Look back behind me at the trail of drips.
Crimson drips of the blood leaving a trail for anybody if they were willing to find me.
Which I know Jesse and Ape are.
But right now they are probably asleep.
So they will not find out I am gone until the morning.
Fuck,I am losing it.
I lie down down some dark alley ish back street.
Past caring what happens to me.
If I die now at least it will not be at that fucking madhouse that I am supposed to call ‘home’
Curl up and close my eyes.
Waiting for blissful sleep to take me away.
At least for a few hours.
When I reach the state of being half asleep I am dimly aware of being picked up.
Picked up by strong arms and carried.
Where am I being taken?
Who is it?
The arms do not feel familiar.
So I know that they are not Phil’s.
That is all I am really worried about I think as sleep overcomes me.
When I awake I have no idea where I am.
I notice that I am dressed in new clothes and am actually clean for a change.
My bandage has also been changed since the last one was soaked.
I look around and notice a photo on the wall.
It is a photo of a man.
With long shoulder length hair and hypnotic green eyes.
I find his smile quite..beautiful.
Footsteps.
Shit.
My head turns and I see the man from the photo in the flesh.
That photo does not do the man’s looks any justice.
When he speaks his voice is deep and he has an unusual accent.
He introduces himself as Ville and explains that he has brought me here to his orphanage after he found me on the street.
His voice is also amazing.
This man really has been too kind to me.
I do not want to burden him anymore then I already have.
By the way he looks at me I sense that he has asked around and knows of my father and what he does to me.
This insills terror inside of me and I tense up.
Eyes widen and then are lowered to look at my feet.
It seems that this Ville also got me some new sneakers as well as the clothes.
He comes closer.
I try to back away but end up with my back against the wall.
This does not help.
Reminds me of the beatings.
But he whispers softly that it is alright.
I am safe now,he tells me.
He says I will never have to go back home to that again.
That I could stay here.
He could look after me at his home.
I look up through my messy brown curls at him hesitantly.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He sounds like he means it.
Dare I trust him?
Well,at least he would not hurt me….
I think living with him would be far better then back home.
At last.
I am free…
A/N - So I hope this turned out alright.
I know my writing certainly does not compare to Dave's but I tried.
I always want to try different things and come up with the randomest ideas.
Hence why I was able to think up something like this.
So far this is just a One-Shot.
I might continue it though.
Based on the Dave Pelzer books.If you have not read them yet you should.
They are sad,yes but they are so moving and reading them really changed me.
Disclaimer - I own nothing.Okay, so that is not true but I sure as hell do not own Ville or Bam or anybody else in this fic.Much as I would have it otherwise.Oh,and..This never happened.
SMACK
Ouch.
Pain shoots through my jaw and I reel backwards from the blow.
Now lying sprawled on the floor.
Tasting the coppery tang of blood in my mouth as I curl up defensively to try and minimise the chance of being hit more.
Tears threatening to spill from my now rather dull blue eyes.
Looking up at the monster that plagues my life.
That has hated me ever since I first could walk.
Probably even before that.
Yeah,most of my life that I can remember has been like this.
Not always though..
My younger years were much more pleasant.
When I was little the most I would get was a telling off,sent to my room and maybe a smacked bottom.
We lived a normal happy life in the suburbs of West Chester.
My life was..well,not exactly dream like but it was..
It was okay.
That was before my father started drinking so much so often.
Now it is hell being at this place.
No matter what I do it is not good enough.
I think the reason that my father hates me so much is because of the alcohol but also I am a factor there as well.
Because of my pranks.
He hates them.
That is the second part of the equitation.
Why he beats me.
Why I am constantly hungry.
Why my brother more or less ignores me whenever our father is around.
Why my mother,Ape seems to spend most nights in tears and pleading with my father.
School used to be an escape for me,I suppose.
There was once a time when I did have friends.
When I actually did work in class and sat at the table doing homework.
When I was ahead of the rest of the class.
Teachers would write me good reports.
Praise me.
I would actually be invited to kid’s parties and over to their houses after school.
None of that happens now.
Because now I have simply given up.
I do not try at school anymore.
Do not bother with the work.
The class hates me.
The teachers frown at me.
They do not understand.
My brother walks in.
He should stay the fuck away.
Even though he does not get the same marvelous treatment from Phil that I do.
I do not want anything happening to him either.
He does try to help.
Sneaks me food from the kitchen sometimes.
Sneaks down to my room in our fucking haggard ass basement and nurses my wounds.
When he can.
Phil yells at Jesse to leave and Ape pulls him out and tells him to go to his room.
Jesse is normally the more obedient of the two of us,but this time he stands his ground.
Does not move.
He just stands there and watches.
I shakily try and stand and get up.
Phil yells at me asking what I am doing.
Silence answers.
His features become twisted as he growls in anger.
Here we go again.
My sight is growing quite blurry.
Dimmer.
Shit.
Phil is swaying.
Probably from drinking too much.
Again.
What a surprise.
I can see something silver moving.
Towards me.
Fuck.
The pain when it reaches my chest is almost enough to make me pass out.
I double over and let out a soft groan.
Hand clutching over my chest.
Ape is screaming and yelling at Phil.
I can see her shoes as she runs over to me.
I can feel when she grips the knife handle and pulls it out.
FUCK now that is pain.
Tears well in my eyes at the pain.
I know that Phil did not mean it.
Did not mean to stab me.
He would not have done that if he was sober.
I can feel the blood soaking through my hooded sweatshirt as I stood up again shakily.
Phil had just gone back to bed.
Like he cared what happened to me.
Ape and Jesse are all in tears and helping me up.
April gets out the gauze and bandages my wound.
I manage to thank them both and tell them I would be fine.
They should get some rest.
They do not buy it but assume I will go to bed myself now.
I slowly stumble as I make my way out the front door.
Breathe in the night air again.
Wincing with every step that I take.
Feeling more and more dizzy the further I walk down the streets as I make my way through town.
Through the dark streets.
Past my old school.
Past the park where Jesse used to take me to play whenever he heard Ape and Phil start yelling at each other to get us away from them.
Down random streets I never knew existed.
Shit.
I am lost.
Lost and about to pass out from all this blood I am losing.
Look back behind me at the trail of drips.
Crimson drips of the blood leaving a trail for anybody if they were willing to find me.
Which I know Jesse and Ape are.
But right now they are probably asleep.
So they will not find out I am gone until the morning.
Fuck,I am losing it.
I lie down down some dark alley ish back street.
Past caring what happens to me.
If I die now at least it will not be at that fucking madhouse that I am supposed to call ‘home’
Curl up and close my eyes.
Waiting for blissful sleep to take me away.
At least for a few hours.
When I reach the state of being half asleep I am dimly aware of being picked up.
Picked up by strong arms and carried.
Where am I being taken?
Who is it?
The arms do not feel familiar.
So I know that they are not Phil’s.
That is all I am really worried about I think as sleep overcomes me.
When I awake I have no idea where I am.
I notice that I am dressed in new clothes and am actually clean for a change.
My bandage has also been changed since the last one was soaked.
I look around and notice a photo on the wall.
It is a photo of a man.
With long shoulder length hair and hypnotic green eyes.
I find his smile quite..beautiful.
Footsteps.
Shit.
My head turns and I see the man from the photo in the flesh.
That photo does not do the man’s looks any justice.
When he speaks his voice is deep and he has an unusual accent.
He introduces himself as Ville and explains that he has brought me here to his orphanage after he found me on the street.
His voice is also amazing.
This man really has been too kind to me.
I do not want to burden him anymore then I already have.
By the way he looks at me I sense that he has asked around and knows of my father and what he does to me.
This insills terror inside of me and I tense up.
Eyes widen and then are lowered to look at my feet.
It seems that this Ville also got me some new sneakers as well as the clothes.
He comes closer.
I try to back away but end up with my back against the wall.
This does not help.
Reminds me of the beatings.
But he whispers softly that it is alright.
I am safe now,he tells me.
He says I will never have to go back home to that again.
That I could stay here.
He could look after me at his home.
I look up through my messy brown curls at him hesitantly.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He sounds like he means it.
Dare I trust him?
Well,at least he would not hurt me….
I think living with him would be far better then back home.
At last.
I am free…
A/N - So I hope this turned out alright.
I know my writing certainly does not compare to Dave's but I tried.
I always want to try different things and come up with the randomest ideas.
Hence why I was able to think up something like this.
So far this is just a One-Shot.
I might continue it though.