Nothing Else To Lose (But You) Part 26/?
Title: There`s Nothing Else To Lose (But You)
Author: ClariesR4ever
Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett (Others)
Rating: Teen, Mature
POV: Gabe/Will
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
oh and revels Will`s abuser.
Disclaimer:
"Come here baby, give me a kiss." he said, smiling as he pulled me closer to kiss me on the lips. Hm....boy did I love that strawberry-banana lip gloss he put on every day.
Previous Chapters: http://clariesr4ever.livejournal.com/13678.html
Song of the chapter: Rocking Around the Christmas Tree~Brenda Lee
Playlist: http://www.ilike.com/player?url=%252Fplayer%252Ffb_playlist%253Fuid%3D63207113%2526amp%3Bpid%3D1018656019&app=fb
Official Editor: Hayman
HAVE YOURSELF A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS AND A WONDERFUL, MERRY, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!
Gabe`s POV
December 25th, 2008
5 a.m.
"Will, Willy wake up. Wake up my love. There are your sweet green eyes!" I whispher, cheering silently as he opens his eyes like a little child. "Wakey Wakey my love."
"G-Gabey? What`s goin on?" he says, rubbing his eyes.
"It`s Christmas my Teddy!"
"C-Christmas?"
I kiss him lightly on the nose, silently wishing for the police to catch that female dog who dared touched this precious being. Who dared to take CHRISTMAS away from my Teddy.
"Yes, my love. Santa was here!"
He smiles, then snuggles closer into me. "Can`t we stay here?"
How I wish! I`m half-tempted....BUT....
"No, my love. Come on now! Presents!"
"Alright, alright. Let me get my robe and slippers..."
Patiently as I could bare, he grabbed his cranberry colored robe and slippers. Smiling, he put his hand in mine, and whisphered "Ready".
"Let`s go!" I say as we merrily skip down the stairs to the barking Puro. "Good morning Purrrrro!"
I skip towards the tree, Puro besides me, when I notice Will`s not with me.
"Will?" I look back, noticing the unshed tears built up in his eyes. The glances around the room-to the decirations he himself put up but seemed to glow with Christmas spirit.
"Will-are you ok?"
"Everything...seems brighter."
"Well, it`s the Christmas effect. Now come on over and let`s do presents!!"
He lets me lead him over to the tree, stil in awe and amazement. What we have to work on.....
"Here you go Gabey." he says, carefully handing over a medium sized box, wrapped in light green paper with a silver and purple bow. The tag states
To: Gabey the Love of My Life
Love: Teddy Bear <3
"I can`t wait to see" I say, carefully unwrapping the paper and bow.
Hearing a chuckle, I look to see Will hiding a giggle. "What`s so funny?"
"You-" he giggles, pratically red in the face "and unwrapping. You seem like the kind to just tear it away, and here you are-" another giggle "CAREFULLY unwrapping. I never thought that of you!"
"Hey, I love saving christmas paper!"
Giggling, he says "Just open it already!"
Opening the JcPenny box, I gasp in amazement. No way. No way in heck did he...
"The purple hoodie with green and yellow cheetah print sleeves, 17 zipper pockets and two inside pockets with a I-Pod cord! Will!"
I was looking at this jacket for weeks! For weeks I passed the display and always was caught in its beauty. Why didn`t I buy it for myself you ask? Well, it was over $100 dollars, and now that I lived in a house with mortage, a puppy to take care of, bills, a finacee', you can`t really waste money like that. I had to be careful.
But Bilvy, buying this jacket...
"I`m glad you like it."
Was that all he could say?
"Will-Will...this is more then like, it`s love!! Oh...my...THANK YOU THANK YOU!" I scream, running over to him and pulling him into a hug as I twirl him around and around. "THANK YOU!"
Could I honestly say it better than that?
"Honestly Gabe..."
"Will, my love, I love it!!!"
"I`m glad you love it." he states, pale (because of the weather) but content.
"Open yours!" I scream, placing his purple papered present with a yellow bow.
He tears it open, leaving none for saving while he claims the bow as a hair piece. Puzzled by the simple wood box with the carving of 'William E. Beckett Junior' on the top, he carefully opens it.
Will he remember it?
"Oh my goddness..." he says, examining the contents.
So that`s a no.
Gosh, is he crying?
"Will?"
He traces a hand over the silver photo frame of seven-year-old Will, four-year-old Courtney in the lap of their mother. Courtney said it was one of favorite photos. Will dressed in green, Courtney in yellow, their mother in red. Traces over the knitted hat his mother made him when he nine-his favorite-worn to the main stiches, the apple cookies Courtney is famous for, placed in a traveling bag. Silently he picks up the letter that Courtney has sent him, looking it over...just looking at her handwriting.
"I can`t believe she wrote back."
Of course she wrote back!
"She called me the other day, asking me if I could wrap this and give it to you. I promised her I would."
"I can`t believe it. My little sister..."
Honestly, does he NOT believe he`s living life again?
"-can`t wait to see you again. In fact, my christmas present to her was airplane tickets to come visit us and the label on New Years." I finish.
Looking up, I see the tears he silently shed gleaming. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it.
"Will, I want you and your sister to be reunited. It`s unfair that your relationship had to suffer."
"Oh my, Oh my goddness, Gabey, I can`t believe this! Thank you!" he hugs me closer to him.
"Thank you." I whispher in his ear.
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12 a.m.
Cleaning up the thrown wrapping paper from accross the "purple room"-some from present opening, some from wrapper fights-I can`t keep the smile off my face. It has been a wonderful year.
Gifts from the label, our neighbors, in piles under the tree.
For Will-a scrapbook of us (so declared by the label as Gabilliam) from Pete, a new pen set from Patrick, a journal from Ryland that he made himself, a I-Pod and purple cover for it from Adam, two v-necks from The Butcher, a pack of meat pies "The Australian Hamburger" from Chaz, and finally, old lyricbooks and grafetti covered notebooks 15 and 16-year-old Mike and Will decorated themselves. Will using his new christmas present from RyRy-a new coffee machine-in the kitchen, singing quite loudly to the christmas music baring from the new kitchen radio (Mine) given by Pete.
Puro using the new dog bed given by Vicky.
Will`s wooden box, still open, laying on one of the couches.
Curious by nature, I examined the contents. The silver frame I knew would be placed in our bedroom, the cookies that would soon be eaten by both of us in less then a day...and the letter. Picking up the paper tinted with a liliac smell, I am even more suprised by the attachment of Will`s letter to Court.
Dear Courtney,
In the three years I have been gone, never did I dream I would be able to send you a letter. A letter that would reach your hands. I wish I could write that I am fine, was fine. But I wasn`t. I was kidnapped by a 55-year-old man named Jeff (no last name, sorry.) and held in his basement as a slave for a year. Not that kind of slave, just slave-a slave that did the housework and was tortured, but nothing more. Then I was sold to a dare-I-say brothel. It`s not as bad as it sounds, my love, because during my year there I met people who taught me to sing again. People who love to sing, dance, and fuel their passion. I`m not making excuses for them, for they have their own reasons. Yes, I was that kind of slave, but never NEVER did I turn to drugs or alchol to fuel me. I survived knowing you were out there. That someday you and I would meet again and have the song "Reunited" playing in the background. (Lol) Anyway, after that amazing year, I was sold to a guy named Travis and his band-mostly Travis though-as a "slave".
Travis.
Travis McCoy!?
Oh my gosh, I had to tell Pete.....
To: Petey Wentzer
The guy that was torturing him was Travis. Travis McCoy.
The kind of slave that was a bit of everything. Yes, everything. What we need to focus on now, Court, is that I am SAFE and sound. I was RECUSED by a loving, caring soul. His name is Gabe, Gabriel Saporta. Yes, the Gabe Saporta from Cobra Starship. He`s so sweet, so caring...he`s like my Prince Charming. Better then that, I am surrounded by a label, NO, family. People who love me and care for me. My own 'Momma V', my "brothers"-and guess what? Do you remember Ryan Ross, one of the 'gang'? I was blessed with the chance of reuniting with him again. Now he and I talk on a daily basis. I also reunited with The Academy, now labeled The Academy Is...(TAI). I hope one day you can get away from your busy life (as Auntie tells me, you social butterfly!) and we can meet again. Next letter, I promise I will send a "Life Box", just like we used to when one of us went away for more than a week.
I love you Firefly, I love you with a burning passion that was never going to put out-by anything.
Love and kisses from 1 million fireflies,
Bilvy, aka Billiam, aka Your Older Bro:)
"Gabe?" a soft voice broke in. Glancing up, I realized Will was holding two cups of coffee-my "Cobra" mug, and Will`s mug-while standing still in the doorway.
"Will-Will...I-" I stuttered, dropping the letter back into the box.
"It`s ok, Gabey. I`m glad you read it. Did you read who abused me?" he said, sitting next to me and placing the hot coffee in my hands.
"Yes. I can`t believe that the guy that abused you was so close to us!"
"Gabey-"
"I can`t believe he was hanging out with us, laughing, joking...everything with us!"
"Gabe-"
"Putting on such a happy front while he went to the bus and just, just BEAT you!"
"Gabe! Please! It`s fine. It`s in the past. I`m with you now."
"I can`t! He beat you! You almost died! I can`t believe you`re covering-"
"I am covering Gabe. That chapter is done. Written and finished. Now this chapter-Gabilliam-is just getting started."
"Will"
"Please, Gabe, please. Just forget it."
"I can`t. You were hurt. You can`t just forget that!"
"Gabey."
"Don`t 'Gabey' me."
"Please-"
"NO! I`m not sitting here and taking this b.s.! Say what you want but you were hurt and beaten to death and I can`t just lay down and take it! Leave me alone with your bullshoot!" I screamed, taking my cup and slamming it to the floor.
"Gabe-" he tries, placing his soft hand on my arm.
"NO! Leave me alone you worthless piece of shoot!" I scream, stomping my way to our room.
Will`s POV
As soon as he said those words...worthless...piece of shoot...I knew this dream won`t last. He was exactly like Travis. Exactly like what he said to me.
I can`t believe I fell for this again.
"I-I-I`m s-s-sorry Gabe. S-So sorry. I`m n-not worthy f-f-for you. I-I never was." I whispher to the empty room. Standing slowly, I gather my presents in my arms. In a glance I look at the room-the dream-and wish it would have come true.
For once.
Sorting through the front closet, I find my old, worn gray jacket stuffed in the back..complete with my long-worn gloves and scraf. I deserve them better then the new ones Gabe bought me.
Completing my outfit with my worn converses, I put the presents in my backpack (found by old stuff) and turn to the kitchen. I have one more thing to do before I try to fool myself again.
Dear Gabe...No Gabriel,
I`m sorry for trying to be the "partner" you always wanted. I`m not good enough for you. Not good enough for anyone. I`m going, and soon I`ll be out of your life for good. I`m sorry.
William B.
A tear dropped on it, but yet I can`t find myself to care. I`m walking to New York, to be with Master again.
Heck, once again.
"Goodbye" I say softly as I close the door.
Gabe`s POV
6 p.m.
It took a few hours, but I finally swallowed my anger. Will was trying to put the past behind him, and what did I do?
I destroyed it.