Nothing Else To Lose (But You) 10!/?
Title: There`s Nothing Else To Lose (But You)
Author: ClariesR4ever
Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett
Rating: Teen, Mature
POV: Master Pov, Gabe
Summary: Cobra Starship was getting bigger and brighter each way. But of course, fame had a price. Each of the Cobras lost a bit of their true selves. However that all changed the night when Gabe meet William, an abused sexually emotionally and physically intern aka slave for one of the bands on tour. Through these diary pages, is the year-long adventure of Gabe and William.
Warnings: mentions of abused, neglected, singing, lovesick boys! Oh and Fuel For Ramon bands
Disclaimer: This is one of my climax chapters! I hope you enjoy it!
All Vicky did was raise a shaking arm to the base of the trailer, tears coming to her eyes as she tried to speak.
"Vick-"
On closer inspection, we saw what Vicky saw.
A broken, beaten, Will.
Laying in an old blanket, filled with holes.
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Song of the Chapter~ 'Kiss From a Rose' by Seal
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August 29th, 11:30 pm
Master`s Pov
There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea
I sing to the shaking victim in my arms.
"Shush. Shush my pet." I comfort to him.
Yet he still trembles.
You became the light on the dark side of me
I sing, crushing him closer. He whimpers.
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU? SHUSH!" I scream as I push him away.
He stumbles, and I arch my hand, as if I was going to hit him.
He flinches.
"YOU ARE A PIECE OF POOP!" I say as I backhand him.
"M-M-Master, I-I`m s-s-sorr-" he says through tears.
"YOU STUTTERING FREAK!" I shout again, punching him in the stomach.
"I`m sorry." he whispers, now on the floor, kneeling.
"You`ll be sorry after I`m done with ya."
Grabbing his hair, and twisting it back, I see his blood-shot, red, crying eyes. I see the fear.
"Are you afraid, Willy? That is what you`re called now, right?" I question.
He nods his head through my painful grip.
I have taught him well, my Will.
"Willy. Oh, my precious William, how you are gonna pay!" I sing teasely.
He flinches as I let my grip loose.
Falling to the ground like a ragdoll.
"T! C`mon boy we have to go!" called a voice from outside the bus.
I looked down at the pathelic little form huddling between the couch and the tiny table.
"I`ll catch up with you guys later. I just have to deal with a little issue before hand." I yelled back.
A full form grin came upon my face, as I thought of the torture I could do on the slave.
"We`re going to have so much fun, Billy Boy." I say as I step closer to him.
August 30th, 2 am
Gabe`s Pov
The night was cold.
Every breath can out in white smoke.
Everyone dressed in their winter best.
Red nose, very drunk Alex leading the group, dressed in a navy coat with a red wool scarf wrapped around his neck.
The group had just left Pete`s end of the tour bash.
Where the label left the drunk Pete and ever the somber Patrick behind to 'clean up.'
"Ya, clean up!" Eric quotes as he stumbles yet again into Joe.
"Clean-in up something." he slurred.
The summer was ending, and fall was begining.
The fall air nipped at my bare skin from under my scarf.
The party had been one of the best.
I just could NOT shake off this feeling of something being....off.
There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea
Alex began to slur into the night.
"What tower, my precious?" Plum coated Vicky asked.
"Lean in."
Vicky did, her black curls unleashing from behind her ear and hanging in her face.
"Idk. My. BFF. Jill." Alex loudly whispered.
"You are a idoit, Alex." Vicky scolded as she took Alex, firmly might I say, by the arm.
"I agree!" I scream from my spot near the end of the group.
"You have no stand in this, Gabe, since you out-drank us in every activity and have yet to slur." All dressed in navy Andy said as he swung his bottle of cheap beer around.
"What can I say..." I smirk. "I have had lots of pratice!"
Mumbles go around the group, slurs of 'High School' and 'Band Pratice'.
"Shush." Butcher shushed Andy by hitting him in the arm.
"So, did everyone get their summer fill of flings?" Micheal asked.
Nods, Yesses, and screams were our yes.
Espically Disashi`s yes.
"I liked Genny. She was beautiful, blonde, and well, HOT!" Matt said as he did his 'swag'.
Don`t tell him, but it looks like a chicken doing the Chicken Dance.
I don`t want to be a chicken. I don`t want to be a duck. That is how Matt shakes his butt.
"I liked Rosie. She was well educated, funny, homey, friendly. I just wish she could fix those darn beaver teeth." Ryland complained, and...complimented?
It was hard to tell.
You became the light on the dark side of me Sisky sang to his boyfriend, Butcher.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill Butcher said as he stroked Sisky`s cheeck.
"Aw, look at the lovebirds!" Vicky teased.
But did you know Ryan sang to the sober, calm for once, yellow like a canary jacket Brendon.
That when it snows
Brendon was nothing to the stylin Ryan, in his 'Little Ry Ryinghood' red coat, so dubbed by me, and matching scarf.
"IT SNOWS????" Ryland squeled in child-like excitement.
"You need to go to bed real soon, Rylie." Vicky said as she pulled Ryland closer to her.
Since Ryan officialy joined Panic!, things were a little tense, as in tense love, between the new guitarist and the lead singer. Everyone on the outside thought it was change for the band, but to the eyes of the close knit group Fuel For Ramon was known for, we knew the truth.
Ryan and Brendon had been going out for three years now. Ever since they had became roomates.
Though, in serect.
Ryan was afraid of rejection from his new fanbase. His family, friends, and his dad.
Who was already ticked off by Ryan interning for the band instead of taking college courses.
Even Will didn`t know.
My eyes become large and
Ryan contiued to sing to Brendon.
The light that you shine can be seen
"I love you, Ry." Brendon whispered as he looked Ryan right in the eyes.
Ryan, being the emotional mess he was, began to cry.
"Sweets, it`s ok." Brendon shushed softly, gathering the thin boy in his arms.
The Rydon love.
The yellow and red mashing together to form a blob McDonald`s sign.
"Bah Bah BaBa Ba......I`m lovin` it." Nate hummed.
Vicky glared.
"You in trouble Nattie!" Jon teased.
"Johnny!" Nat teased back, knowing full well Jon hated 'Johnny' almost as he does for peanuts.
And that is a pile of hate.
The light that you shine can be seen
"More like stained directions and lost" Spencer, dressed in green, commented.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill
"No comments on that BOYS!" Vicky said.
"But-But...Vicky..."
"Pills-"
"Shush!"
"Vicks.."
"Momma V!"
Looking into the black silk in the sky, I saw the twinkle of a star.
A slight twinkle that was trying to break the black.
That when it snows
I said, contiuing to gaze at the sky as I sang.
It was almost the weather for it.
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
"How can you compare a rose and a kiss?" Spencer again commented.
"Hey don`t question Seal, man." Ryan covered.
William was like a rose.
Beautiful, rommantic, indpendent.
Will shouldn`t be afraid to ask for help.
I had noticed all the abuse in the past week.
The bruises, the flinches.
No one else, besides Ryan, Vicky, Maja, and Ryland, knew about the abuse that Will suffered everyday.
The rest of the group thought Will was shy.
Which he was.
But after a few weeks, Will got used to ya, and became...well, himself.
The hyper, child-like, sunny til the end William E. Beckett.
Ryan and I try to get Will involved in group activties, like bowling, but he declines.
Everytime.
He`ll have to come sometime.
No 'That`s what she said' joke intended.
"Did you hear that?" Vicky asked.
All we see is the form of trees next to us, the dirty road beneath our feet.
The night is silent.
"I heard something."
Pause.
"There it is!" Vicky cried out again. Without warning, she took off.
"VICKY!" I screamed as I willed my long legs to catch up to her.
We rushed through the trees, branches hitting my face.
Finally, a clearing came in close view. Puzzled, I turned to ask Vicky what she heard.
A cry came out of her shocked features.
"Vicky?" I said slowly as I began to walk to her.
All I saw was her backside.
But I could hear tears coming into her voice.
She was looking at a small, old trailer. It was brown and rusted.
Even the name of the company was faded.
"Vicky?" Ryan asked as he gasped for breath.
"Vicky, what`s wrong?" Joe poked.
All Vicky did was raise a shaking arm to the base of the trailer, tears coming to her eyes as she tried to speak.
"Vick-"
On closer inspection, we saw what Vicky saw.
A broken, beaten, Will.
Laying in an old blanket, filled with holes.
"Will." I gasped.
This could not be happening.
Not to Will.
Not to Wilvy.
Ryan ran forward, crouching down to stroke some of Will`s long hair out of his pale face.
He really needed a haircut.
"Willy." he finally sobbed out as he began to cry on Will`s shoulder.
"Is, Is he-" Jon couldn`t finish.
"He can`t be." I blurt out. All eyes on me.
"He promised, it would be just him and I" I said, "in my house in NJ."
That statement alone sounded off.
Like a impossible dream.
Gasps fill the once silent air.
White smoke surrounding us as we deal with the pain of knowing we let Will die.
How could we?
We knew-
"He`s breathing!" Vicky gasped, now by Ryan`s side.
"What?" I mumble.
Her fingers check his pulse.
"How-"
Vicky turns on her 100 watt smile, and says again "He`s alive."
Alive.
Alive.
"Will. Will, you`re going to be ok." Ryan begins to say in repeat to the sleeping, BREATHING Will.
"We love you." Brendon adds.
"You can`t measure our love."
Our group crowds around you.
They apart like the red sea when I bow down to your ear.
I see the blood stains on your face.
How they seem so bold againist the white of your skin.
The more I get of you
"The more it just feels so right."
I know that Will needs to be secure, cleaned up.
He needs First Aid, bandages, care, love.
I snap to work.
"Vicky, Ryland, Ryan, Jon, go back to Cobra HQ and prep a caring station or table. Sisky, Andy, Joe, call the rest of the label and tell them the news. Tell them to stay put in their own busses under further notice. Brendon, Spencer, go tell Pete and Patrick to get a doctor down here ASAP. Matt, D, Eric, Alex, find extra supplies like blankets in the front office and bring them to HQ. Butcher, Micheal, Mike, can you secure the scene while I carry Will to HQ?"
All nods.
Good.
The stranger it feels, yeah
"I`m going to lift you up as slowly as I can, my teddy bear."
I start to stand.
But I`m stopped at knee level.
And now that your rose is in bloom I soothe.
"What is stopping you?" Mike askes.
I hear the chains.
I stiffle a sob in my throat.
"I think he`s chained." I answer, another sob trying to escape through my words.
Mike runs from her place to Will`s legs, lifting the blanket, the blood-stained blanket, softly.
A gasp.
"Mike?"
"Mikes?"
A sob escaped from her cupped hand.
"Carden?"
"He-He`s chained. By a handcuff." he answers.
Silence.
Butcher sniffles, trying to cover his sobs as he turns his head.
I want to start sobbing myself.
Will chained like a slave.
Something below dirt.
"Mich-Micheal can you pick the l-lock?" I stumble.
"I think so." Micheal answers as he scooted closer.
"Can you, please?" Mike begs softly.
"I`ll try." Micheal says as he pulled a hairpin out of his pocket.
A light hits the gloom on the gray
I sing to the sleeping, unconious? Will.
"That light is you, T. Bear"
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray
Yes. Will and I had shared our first kiss just a few hours ago.
He ran the entire way.
He had escaped from his locked room to play the grand piano on the main stage.
After playing, he had decided that he was ready to take the nest step.
And I had to say, it was the best kiss I had ever, ever had.
It was passionate, loving.
Short and sweet.
I've been kissed by a rose I sang.
"A rose so sweet. A rose so pure." I contiued.
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray
"Done."
Finally.
Now able to stand all the way, I easily lifted Will to full height.
And if I should fall along the way
I stumbled, not used to the lightweight.
He was too light.
"He`s shaking." I say as I pull him closer to my chest.
"He`s cold." Mike said.
I've been kissed by a rose I calm.
"Let`s go."
been kissed by a rose on the gray
Cobra Starship HQ was warm and rosey. The gang war crowded around the kitchen table, serving as Will`s hospital bed.
"Gently now." Vicky said as she stepped forward with her arms open.
"Careful."
Looking at the broken, bruised, Will, laying on the clean kitchen table.
It proved a sharp comparison of the two.
It showed how much we had negelected to see.
What Will had hid.
I ran my hand through Will`s dirty hair.
I felt a bump.
"We should try to clean him up." Ryan whispered to the gang through Brenden`s arm.
Silence.
"Gabe and I will do it. Everyone else has to go their busses." Vicky snapped into her mode.
"Are-"
"Postive. Now scatter."
Thuds and footsteps erupted as everyone passed, first grasping Will`s hand, then exiting.
"What-" Vicky started then sobbed.
"Should-" the sobs still contiued. Vicky rubbed her eyes, pleading her eyes to close the dam.
"We-"
"Vick. It will be ok." I soothed, gathering her in my arms.
And if I should fall along the way
"I can`t believe...."
"I know."
I've been kissed by a rose
"What should we do with the clothes and sh-shoes?"
"Throw them away. He has to start anew."
"Photograph the bruises?"
"That`s too policey."
"Through notes?"
"Better."
"Sh-Shall we get started?"
"Don`t make this like that!"
"Fine."
I've been kissed by a rose