Concrete angel
Jared grows up in a broken home. Lost and alone, hurt by those who should protect him, he makes his way through life. The arrival of the new gym coach, Mr Ackles, changes things quite drastically: “Clumsy, my ass,” I growl, making him jump. Instantly regretting the anger in my voice, I reach out, wincing when he shies away from my hand, but not stopping as I run a hand gently over his shoulder, “Jared… whatever… whatever’s happening… if you need to talk about… anything, just know that I’m here, okay?"
27,000 words, NC-17, ANGST, HURT!Jared, bottom!Jared, abuse, non-con, underage
♥
Jared was five when his mom died.
“Jared, honey, are you nearly ready? We don’t want to be late; Susie will be worried.”
His face appears through the stair railing, “Mommy. I need to find Grass. I want Grass.”
Her soft laughter warms the room, followed by, “He’s under Daddy’s briefcase, remember?”
“Oh, oops,” he grins toothily, “You the best, Mom.” Then he disappears, bounding up the stairs.
Once he has his bunny tucked under his arm, he races outside to grab her hand. “Come on, Mommy. We don’t want to be late,” he mimics her from earlier, tugging her after him as if she had been the naughty one.
She pulls him back towards her, wrapping an arm around him and planting a soft kiss on his brow, “Yeah, yeah. Here you go; I made you your favourite.”
Taking the travel mug of hot chocolate with a happy grin, Jared bounces up and down a bit, spilling some as he asks, “What we doing today?”
“Well, let’s see what Susie feels like, maybe you should ask if you can go to the beach, wouldn’t that be fun?”
“Fun, fun, fun,” he cheers happily, kicking at a pebble nearby.
When they reach Susie’s house and she waves at them from the porch, Jared declares proudly, “Mommy says we have to go to beach today, she said we have to have fun.”
“Oh, did she now?” Susie asks with raised eyebrows. “Well, we’d better do what Mommy says, right?”
“Right,” he nods his head seriously.
“Now, you be good for Susie, okay? I want to hear all about how you’ve been such a good boy when I come pick you up, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy.”
She ducks down to kiss him on the cheek, “See you later.”
Jared grins and moves to follow Susie into the house, but he stops and turns back.
Just as she’s about to cross the road, he calls out, “Mommy?” and she glances back at him.
“Yes, Jared?”
Shooting her another dimpled smile, he laughs, “Love you!”
She grins happily, taking a step backwards, “Love you too, angel.”
He’s the one who sees it first, letting out a sharp cry of warning and, beginning to run forwards with his arms outstretched, ignoring the shattering mug of hot chocolate. But it’s too late; the car’s moving too fast.
The shrieking of tires fills the air, accompanied by Jared’s scream for his mom. He knows that cars hurt; he doesn’t want his mom being hurt.
There’s a horrifying thud of flesh and bone against metal, then there’s silence. Jared’s there before the terrified driver even slips out of his car. Jared’s there, crouching beside his mom, tears streaming down his face as he shakes her desperately.
“Mom…Mommy? Please, Mom… please, wake up! Mom… Mom, please… please… No, no… Mommy…”
He doesn’t see anything else for the next couple of hours, just his mom’s beautiful face, painted red. But he knows it’s bad. His mom didn’t wake up for him. His mom always wakes up for him.
Arms wrap around him, pulling him away. He struggles against them, trying to stop them
taking him from her side. He sees people in weird uniforms running around. He hears crying. He sees his mom’s still form being put away in a black bag like she always puts the rubbish in on Mondays.
He doesn’t know why they’re doing this.
He just wants his mom back.
I never meant to hurt you; I'm not that way at all.
Please believe the words of a heart, a heart that seems so small.
And I never meant to hurt you; I guess I lost my place.
Please believe the words of a heart, a heart that hides its face.
Why do I do things I never mean to do?
Why did I speak so carelessly when all that I felt was love for you?
♥
Jared was six when his dad first hit him.
“Daddy,” he calls softly, wrinkling his nose up at the smell of the office. His dad’s been drinking that yucky stuff again.
Jared wishes he wouldn’t. He’s scary after: louder and clumsier. When he’s like this, Jared usually tries to stay out of his way, either staying outside or hiding in his bedroom.
But tonight he can’t.
“Daddy,” he whispers into the gloom, squeezing Grass to his chest. “There’s no food left…I’m really hungry...”
“What did you say, boy?” comes a growl from the armchair.
He’s shaking, but his stomach grumbles and makes its presence known again, “Please, Daddy… There’s no food.”
“Come’re,” mutters a raspy voice that sends shivers down Jared’s spine.
Not certain that he wants to go up to his dad, Jared clutches his stuffed bunny closer and only shuffles tentatively towards the man.
But then his dad barks, “I said come here, boy!” and he quickly moves to stand before his father with his head lowered.
There’s movement, and then Jared’s on the floor, hurting more than he’s ever hurt in his life. He feels something wet coming out of his nose, and through his tears, he looks down at his blood-coated hands. Red. Like his mom. He begins crying harder.
He wants his mom. He wants to not be afraid anymore. Dad wasn’t like this when she was with them.
“Daddy,” he sobs, “Please, Daddy…”
The man’s striding towards him, his face so furious it makes Jared slither back until he hits the wall.
“You fucking bastard! You… you want more food? Huh? What I give you isn’t good enough? Everything… you took everything from me and now you want more?”
He doesn’t understand why his dad is saying this; he doesn’t know what he took. “Daddy…” he pleads weakly, cutting off with a cry when a booted foot hits him in the side, making him curl up in pain.
“And what’s up with your stupid fucking toy? You’re such a snivelling baby, aren’t you? Your mother would be ashamed of you,” hisses the man as he angrily yanks Grass from Jared’s fingers.
Whimpering softly, Jared turns to hide his hurting face in the carpet.
He doesn’t know why this is happening.
He just wants his mom back.
Head's a crying wasteland
Filled with shame
Cried for help and
Nobody came
His father beats him
No hesitation
His face left dripping
In humiliation
As he lies wounded
His father turns to clay
A frozen statue
Can't walk away
♥
Jared was eight when his dad taught him how worthless he was.
“Dad, look, I got my test mark back today,” Jared calls excitedly as he steps towards his father. He worked so hard for this; he just wants his dad to be happy with him again.
His dad lets out a grunt from the couch and lights another cigarette.
“The teacher says I got the best mark in the grade,” Jared says softly, desperately wanting his dad to smile at him.
When the man grabs the test from his hands Jared smiles albeit proudly; Ninety-five percent is not too bad.
His dad just snorts, “This is what you waste your fucking time on? Pah, this what I pay your bloody school money for? This is disgusting, you pansy assed boy. Such a freak.” Then the man presses the tip of his cigarette to the paper, ignoring Jared’s soft cry as it catches alight.
Holding it by the corner until there’s nothing left but ashes, Jared’s dad mutters about arrogant pricks and sons who think they’re all that. Then he grabs Jared’s hand and drags the softly crying child towards him. “So fucking pathetic, aren’t you, boy?”
When Jared just lets out a soft sob, he seems to get even angrier, yanking Jared’s shirtsleeve up and pressing the butt of his cigarette to the boy’s wrist, making him cry out in pain and begin struggling to free himself.
The man just grins until the cigarette is completely out and then he shoves Jared away from him. “Get out of my sight.”
Suffer the Little Children
At the hands of evil men
No baby dolls, no teddy bears
No lullabies for them.
Every mother's nightmare
Will it ever end
Suffer the Little Children
At the hands of evil men
♥
Jared was ten when his dad remarried.
She smells like smoke and alcohol. Her clothes are bright and colourful, barely covering her body. Her lips are red like blood.
Jared doesn’t like her.
“Boy, this your new mommy, okay?” his dad sneers.
He shakes his head, tears springing to his eyes. She can’t be his new mommy. He has a mommy. She’s just not here anymore. He doesn’t want a new one.
Storming up to him, his father grips his face between thumb and forefinger, pressing at his cheeks painfully. “What are you crying about? You should be grateful. She’s here to help me take care of your sorry ass.”
Then heavy footfalls sound on the porch and a boy with broad shoulders and a stocky form steps through. His lips are pulled into a cruel leer, his eyes small and narrowed, and his beefy nose only provides the finishing touches to the squashed-pig look. Everything about him is scary to Jared, who is still so small and skinny for his age.
“This here’s Nathan. He’s my son,” the woman with blood red nails states proudly. “He’s going to be your big brother from now on.”
Nathan’s eyes glint with something that makes Jared long to just run away and hide. But his dad’s hand is painful, so he just nods and whispers hoarsely, “Nice to meet you.”
They cry in the dark, so you cant see their tears
They hide in the light, so you cant see their fears
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child
Because hell
Hell is for children
And you know that their little lives can become such a mess
Hell
Hell is for children
And you shouldn’t have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh
♥
Jared was eleven when he was beaten so badly he needed to go to hospital.
Jared cries out as a hard fist crashes into his stomach, sending him skidding across the floor and into the table leg.
Whimpering softly, he tries to curl up, but a strong hand yanks him back, “What’s the matter, kid, you too much of a wuss to fight back? Huh? No wonder your daddy hates you.” Another blow comes to his side. “You’re such a baby. Are you going to cry? Awww, yes you are, just like the pathetic bitch you are, ain’t that right?”
“Ple…please,” Jared begs softly, wanting the pain to be over, just wanting everything to be over.
“You ready to be a good boy?” Nathan sneers.
“Ye…yes,” Jared gets out through trembling lips. He hurts so badly, he’ll do anything to make it stop.
“Go and fetch your dad’s whiskey. You know where it is, don’t you?”
“Please….” Jared cries, “He’ll… he’ll be mad…”
“Well, that’s your problem then, ain’t it? Now go get me that bottle,” he finishes with a final slap of the cheek.
Jared’s sobbing as he tries to get his feet beneath him. His vision dims at the pain shooting through him, but a shove from Nathan has him stumbling in the right direction.
As he steps into the office, he shivers and peers around. His dad will be so angry.
The whiskey is on the top shelf, hidden behind one of the books. Jared isn’t tall enough to reach it, so he drags a small table across, moaning in pain as he hefts himself up.
Reaching for the bottle, his fingers just brushing it, Jared inches a step closer, stretching for it.
The table tips over, causing his hand to crash into the bottle and sending him flying to bash his head on the floor, making enough noise for his dad to come pounding up the stairs.
It’s obvious from the shattered glass and whiskey around him what he was trying to do. A loud, angry outburst escapes the man and he yanks Jared up by the collar, “What do you think you’re doing, boy?”
A large fist smashes into his face.
“Please… Daddy… please…” He cuts off when a hand wraps painfully in his hair and jerks his head back.
“You’re no son of mine,” the man growls.
After that, it’s pain, and screaming, and tears.
But the loud crack that comes from his wrist has the room falling deadly silent except for his hoarse breathing.
His dad yanks back his shirt, making him sob even harder and try to struggle away. When the man’s hand wraps around his broken wrist and squeezes, Jared blacks out.
♥
Two days later, his arm has swollen to twice its size and it hurts so badly that Jared nearly passes out with its every movement. He can barely stand, each time he tries his vision sways and blurs scarily. And even though he’s constantly shivering, his skin is on fire, sweat pouring off him.
He begs his dad to take him to hospital, begs for some relief from the excruciating pain, but the answer’s always, “No, you fucking deserve this, you stealing bitch!”
Surprisingly, it’s his stepmother who finally intervenes. With her red lips pursed thin, she silently wraps an arm around his shoulders and carries the weak boy outside. His dad’s at work so the car isn’t in the driveway.
Jared sits, cradling his arm for over thirty minutes, his world swaying with every bump the bus passes over.
The doctors ask what happened. Jared hears his stepmother go on about falling from a tree, how they all thought it wasn’t bad, that the bruises are from rocks that were on the ground and more lies for every question.
He wants to open his mouth, tell them what really happened, but he can’t. His dad has told him what to say when asked about his bruises; he knows if he makes a mistake, his dad will kill him.
Besides, Jared deserves to be hurt. He’s a bad boy. He’s the reason Mommy’s gone.
I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
♥
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