Captive [3 Part 1]
I FINISHED kinda.
This chapter was quite long so I divided it into two parts.
The two young men stood frozen in their tracks after Jamie made his exit. Frank’s arms were partially outstretched towards Garrett, not completely sure how he should react. Of course it wasn’t too weird for Jamie to have an older brother, but he never showed any recognition to Garrett’s name. But still, after mentioning the name Jamie should have mentioned that he had a brother of the same name. The way his friend left, though, tells him that the two brothers are probably estranged.
In his mind, he’s already concocting a story of how Jamie’s family hate the man who took away their son’s heart. The two brothers probably stopped talking to each other after Garrett moved in with his boyfriend.
Basically, their life seemed to be a lifetime movie.
Before he can utter a word to Garrett about the matter, the redhead is rushing out of the store, sprinting down the sidewalk. Frank can only hope that he’s going to talk to his brother.
*~*~*~*~*
Bert’s expression is unreadable as Gerard timidly tells his boyfriend of the situation at hand. Previously, he had considered keeping the whole meeting a secret, but he couldn’t keep anything from Bert, there were always consequences. And besides, he knew Frank would start asking questions and he needed Bert to provide him with the answers.
He’s mad, Gerard thinks as a hand harshly tugs at his locks and pulls him toward the kitchen. Bert forces him down to the ground and the abused man opens his legs out of habit, not wanting to anger his boyfriend with any resistance. Instead of initiating the usual rape, Bert goes through the cabinets pulling out bottles after bottles of pills. He fills a spotty glass with sink water and sets it on the counter. His hands are noticeably shaking as he goes through all the bottles counting out a little above the correct dosage. He not-so-gently feeds the pills to Gerard, making him drink the water so he doesn’t choke too much.
“You’re mine… no one can take you, okay? You’re mine.” Bert places several kisses down his lover’s neck. Gerard tries not to flinch too much as he feels cold hands go up his shirt and run over his stomach and barely defined ribs that are only visible when he’s breathing too hard.
He really does try his best to react positively to Bert’s touch because he knows how he gets if he accidentally flinches, but right now he’s terrified. A part of him has always known that he cannot go on forever living the way he is. As a teenager he’d seen stories of kidnapped people dying. Yes, a lot are recovered but he doesn’t think Bert can let him live longer with his intense possessiveness and unnatural obsession.
He knows Bert will be the cause of his death. At this point he’s surprised he didn’t get killed immediately, but it’s surely coming. Gerard figures that anyone else in his position would probably try their best to run away, after all, he has plenty of opportunities to flee or tell the police, but he’s not to sure he wants to experience life after this. If he runs away or goes to the police, his thoughts will always be haunted with the fear of his captor.
And who else would want him after all the things Bert’s done to him? Who would want a broken boy who gags at the thought of sex? More questions are flooding his head when the medication kicks him, rendering him unconscious as Bert’s hands work at his belt.
*~*~*~*~*
Once again, Jamie’s phone goes to voicemail the umpteenth time Frank calls. The frustrated teenager doesn’t even bother to leave a message, as he doubts leaving a 7th message will make Jamie answer his mobile phone.
After both brothers walked out, Frank was left covering Garrett’s work of restocking the shelves and maintaining the bathroom while Pete covered the cash register. While locking up the store, Frank begged his manager to not fire the other employee. Pete gave a sad smile and stopped sweeping.
“Don’t worry, I’ll never fire that kid. Just one look at him tells me that he needs the work.” His eyes shifted away from Frank. “When he first started working about a year ago his eyes were just about as dead as they were now… may be deader, but I think he enjoys working or at least getting out of his house. He’s about half the size now that he used to, so I think he needs the money.”
“Doesn’t his boyfriend work, too?”
“Bert? I seriously doubt it sometimes. When Garrett first started working, I used to see Bert just sitting in one of the armchairs watching. Dude is fuc- freaking creepy.” Frank shook his head; Pete was always careful to not curse around even though he told his manager it was perfectly okay. “He stopped watching so much, from what I can tell, but since you’ve been here he’s picked up on it again. Honestly, I think he suspects something between you two.”
Frank lamely replies, “There’s nothing going on…”
“Bull. Anyone can see it. I’m not one to give dating advice, but I’m afraid Bert might get more progressive and maybe abusive if you two keep it up.” The younger man simply nodded, not telling his manager that he had enough probably cause to already think Garrett’s being abused.
After work he’s tried to contact his best friend to voice his concerns but the older man has been ignoring his calls. He half-considers biking straight to his friend’s house at the moment, but it’s getting late and he figures he’ll see his friend the next day at school.
The next day of school doesn’t come as quickly as he hopes for though. He’s restless the whole night. All the tossing and turning bring him no sleep until half an hour before he’s set to wake up. That half hour of sleep makes him more exhausted than actually refreshing him a bit. As he drank a glass of orange juice for breakfast, his mother frowned at him but didn’t say anything about his choice of meal.
His feet drag as he makes his way to his school. The 17-year-old feels overburdened with everything that’s occurred in the past few weeks of his life. He knows that someone his age shouldn’t be worrying about such things such as severe domestic violence and reuniting estranged brothers. Being the occasional target of the bullies at school doesn’t seem to really compare to the things Garrett was possibly experiencing, and he doesn’t have a brother but he does know the pain of being apart from a family member.
Frank barely registers when he arrives at his school. The teenager doesn’t even try to look for Mikey that morning because for one, he only shares lunch wave with him and two, his absentmindedness has made him about late for school.
Nothing can grip his attention in school to distract him from his melancholy thoughts. Even his psychology class can not excite him as they move onto the topic of eating disorders.
He can’t even bring himself to be surprised at lunch when Jamie does not show up. Or the next day. Or the next day. Or the next day.
After the fourth day, Frank plans to drop by Jamie’s house before work. He hasn’t been to the older boy’s house much, but it doesn’t take him too long to find the house. Especially because several police cars are parked outside of it. Sweat begins to form on Frank’s palm as his heart speeds up and jumps into his throat simultaneously. Time slows down as he runs to the front door and rings the bell several times waiting for someone to answer. Hopefully Jamie. Instead, Mrs. Way answers the door, looking very much like she’s been crying for some time. She makes no attempt to wipe away the cascading tears as she steps outside and closes the door behind her.
“How are you, sweetheart?” Her voice is emotionless as if she’s questioning him out of habit.
Frank puts a hand on his chest willing his heart to return to its normal rate. “I’m doing okay, Mrs. Way… is Jamie home?”
At this Mrs. Way begins to openly sob. Obviously, Frank is greatly taken aback. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen an adult woman cry, even when his parents were at the height of their arguments. He awkwardly rest his hand on the older woman’s shoulder and pats to let her know he there for her.
She’s able to calm down in a couple minutes, apologizing for her outburst. “I’m sorry… it’s just that the past few days have been hectic. I don’t know how else to tell you… Jamie’s gone. He took Ben to the park a few days ago and they haven’t come back. We thought maybe he was at your house, but he left a note telling us that it was time for him to take responsibility. I just… I don’t care if he wants to step up and take care of Benny, but he could have told us! He doesn’t even have custody. Of course, we won’t press charges, but I just want to know where they are and if they’re safe.”
“Why would Jamie need to have custody of his little brother?” He asks slowly. His eyebrows furrowed as his mind tried to process everything.
Mrs. Way looks stunned for a second before her face turns sad again. “Every family has their secrets.” Her words seem to end the conversation there, and Frank pats her shoulder again before turning and making his way to work.
No one really paid attention the boy silently suffering as he trudges his way to the bookstore. No one can tell how his stomach is knotting and how his legs are trembling slightly. His empty stomach growls, not sure if it needs to be fed or emptied. Pete looks at him, full of concern, as the teenager enters to begin his shift.
Pete. If it wasn’t for the fact that Pete is twice his age, Frank thinks that they would be the best of friends. Not that they didn’t get along, they did fabulously, but Pete was more like his big brother. He appreciates Pete even more when he’s there to catch Frank when his knees give out and buckle under him. When was the last time he ate? He’s not really sure. He stares up at Pete whose eyes are frantic and mouthing words his ears can’t process. His eyelids feel heavy as he lets them close. Surely he’s dreaming when he opens his eyes again and is looking into his mother’s worried eyes.
No, he’s not dreaming. The bookstore’s employee room slowly comes into focus behind his mother as he realizes he’s lying on the worn out couch.
“Frank!” she exclaims. “Baby, are you alright?” The young man nods before trying to sit up, only to be pushed back down by his mom’s warm hand. “Mr. Wentz called and told me you passed out. Have you been eaten well? I can’t believe I haven’t been paying enough attention to you, but work is just so-“
“Mom. It’s fine, I swear. I’ve just been stressed about school lately. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make myself sick.” He was finally able to sit up and give his mom a loose hug.
“Well, I bought something for you to eat, so you finish that and then I’ll take you home.” Frank nods halfheartedly and lets his mother kiss his forehead before heading out of the room, probably to talk to Pete. He picks at his food quietly, not having much of an appetite.
A few hours later he throws it all up in his bathroom. He thanks God that the next day is Saturday, his day off.
*~*~*~*~*
In Belleville, New Jersey, a boy is playing in the backyard of his house. His parents don’t really approve of him playing back there because of the awful smell which they plan to have investigated very soon.
The plastic shovel hits something solid as he’s in the middle of digging a hole (to China, is his plan). Curiosity gets the best of him as he starts to dig around the object. He’s delighted when he starts to unearth what seems to be a rock. As he continues to dig, he’s surprised to see that the object isn’t a rock.
He screams for his dad.
Sorry, for the shortness and lack of action, but the next part is 4000+ words so that should make up for it ^^
Also, I'm sorry for sucking at replying to comments TT.TT
Interlude II | Chapter 3 Part 1 | Chapter 3 Part 2
This chapter was quite long so I divided it into two parts.
The two young men stood frozen in their tracks after Jamie made his exit. Frank’s arms were partially outstretched towards Garrett, not completely sure how he should react. Of course it wasn’t too weird for Jamie to have an older brother, but he never showed any recognition to Garrett’s name. But still, after mentioning the name Jamie should have mentioned that he had a brother of the same name. The way his friend left, though, tells him that the two brothers are probably estranged.
In his mind, he’s already concocting a story of how Jamie’s family hate the man who took away their son’s heart. The two brothers probably stopped talking to each other after Garrett moved in with his boyfriend.
Basically, their life seemed to be a lifetime movie.
Before he can utter a word to Garrett about the matter, the redhead is rushing out of the store, sprinting down the sidewalk. Frank can only hope that he’s going to talk to his brother.
*~*~*~*~*
Bert’s expression is unreadable as Gerard timidly tells his boyfriend of the situation at hand. Previously, he had considered keeping the whole meeting a secret, but he couldn’t keep anything from Bert, there were always consequences. And besides, he knew Frank would start asking questions and he needed Bert to provide him with the answers.
He’s mad, Gerard thinks as a hand harshly tugs at his locks and pulls him toward the kitchen. Bert forces him down to the ground and the abused man opens his legs out of habit, not wanting to anger his boyfriend with any resistance. Instead of initiating the usual rape, Bert goes through the cabinets pulling out bottles after bottles of pills. He fills a spotty glass with sink water and sets it on the counter. His hands are noticeably shaking as he goes through all the bottles counting out a little above the correct dosage. He not-so-gently feeds the pills to Gerard, making him drink the water so he doesn’t choke too much.
“You’re mine… no one can take you, okay? You’re mine.” Bert places several kisses down his lover’s neck. Gerard tries not to flinch too much as he feels cold hands go up his shirt and run over his stomach and barely defined ribs that are only visible when he’s breathing too hard.
He really does try his best to react positively to Bert’s touch because he knows how he gets if he accidentally flinches, but right now he’s terrified. A part of him has always known that he cannot go on forever living the way he is. As a teenager he’d seen stories of kidnapped people dying. Yes, a lot are recovered but he doesn’t think Bert can let him live longer with his intense possessiveness and unnatural obsession.
He knows Bert will be the cause of his death. At this point he’s surprised he didn’t get killed immediately, but it’s surely coming. Gerard figures that anyone else in his position would probably try their best to run away, after all, he has plenty of opportunities to flee or tell the police, but he’s not to sure he wants to experience life after this. If he runs away or goes to the police, his thoughts will always be haunted with the fear of his captor.
And who else would want him after all the things Bert’s done to him? Who would want a broken boy who gags at the thought of sex? More questions are flooding his head when the medication kicks him, rendering him unconscious as Bert’s hands work at his belt.
*~*~*~*~*
Once again, Jamie’s phone goes to voicemail the umpteenth time Frank calls. The frustrated teenager doesn’t even bother to leave a message, as he doubts leaving a 7th message will make Jamie answer his mobile phone.
After both brothers walked out, Frank was left covering Garrett’s work of restocking the shelves and maintaining the bathroom while Pete covered the cash register. While locking up the store, Frank begged his manager to not fire the other employee. Pete gave a sad smile and stopped sweeping.
“Don’t worry, I’ll never fire that kid. Just one look at him tells me that he needs the work.” His eyes shifted away from Frank. “When he first started working about a year ago his eyes were just about as dead as they were now… may be deader, but I think he enjoys working or at least getting out of his house. He’s about half the size now that he used to, so I think he needs the money.”
“Doesn’t his boyfriend work, too?”
“Bert? I seriously doubt it sometimes. When Garrett first started working, I used to see Bert just sitting in one of the armchairs watching. Dude is fuc- freaking creepy.” Frank shook his head; Pete was always careful to not curse around even though he told his manager it was perfectly okay. “He stopped watching so much, from what I can tell, but since you’ve been here he’s picked up on it again. Honestly, I think he suspects something between you two.”
Frank lamely replies, “There’s nothing going on…”
“Bull. Anyone can see it. I’m not one to give dating advice, but I’m afraid Bert might get more progressive and maybe abusive if you two keep it up.” The younger man simply nodded, not telling his manager that he had enough probably cause to already think Garrett’s being abused.
After work he’s tried to contact his best friend to voice his concerns but the older man has been ignoring his calls. He half-considers biking straight to his friend’s house at the moment, but it’s getting late and he figures he’ll see his friend the next day at school.
The next day of school doesn’t come as quickly as he hopes for though. He’s restless the whole night. All the tossing and turning bring him no sleep until half an hour before he’s set to wake up. That half hour of sleep makes him more exhausted than actually refreshing him a bit. As he drank a glass of orange juice for breakfast, his mother frowned at him but didn’t say anything about his choice of meal.
His feet drag as he makes his way to his school. The 17-year-old feels overburdened with everything that’s occurred in the past few weeks of his life. He knows that someone his age shouldn’t be worrying about such things such as severe domestic violence and reuniting estranged brothers. Being the occasional target of the bullies at school doesn’t seem to really compare to the things Garrett was possibly experiencing, and he doesn’t have a brother but he does know the pain of being apart from a family member.
Frank barely registers when he arrives at his school. The teenager doesn’t even try to look for Mikey that morning because for one, he only shares lunch wave with him and two, his absentmindedness has made him about late for school.
Nothing can grip his attention in school to distract him from his melancholy thoughts. Even his psychology class can not excite him as they move onto the topic of eating disorders.
He can’t even bring himself to be surprised at lunch when Jamie does not show up. Or the next day. Or the next day. Or the next day.
After the fourth day, Frank plans to drop by Jamie’s house before work. He hasn’t been to the older boy’s house much, but it doesn’t take him too long to find the house. Especially because several police cars are parked outside of it. Sweat begins to form on Frank’s palm as his heart speeds up and jumps into his throat simultaneously. Time slows down as he runs to the front door and rings the bell several times waiting for someone to answer. Hopefully Jamie. Instead, Mrs. Way answers the door, looking very much like she’s been crying for some time. She makes no attempt to wipe away the cascading tears as she steps outside and closes the door behind her.
“How are you, sweetheart?” Her voice is emotionless as if she’s questioning him out of habit.
Frank puts a hand on his chest willing his heart to return to its normal rate. “I’m doing okay, Mrs. Way… is Jamie home?”
At this Mrs. Way begins to openly sob. Obviously, Frank is greatly taken aback. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen an adult woman cry, even when his parents were at the height of their arguments. He awkwardly rest his hand on the older woman’s shoulder and pats to let her know he there for her.
She’s able to calm down in a couple minutes, apologizing for her outburst. “I’m sorry… it’s just that the past few days have been hectic. I don’t know how else to tell you… Jamie’s gone. He took Ben to the park a few days ago and they haven’t come back. We thought maybe he was at your house, but he left a note telling us that it was time for him to take responsibility. I just… I don’t care if he wants to step up and take care of Benny, but he could have told us! He doesn’t even have custody. Of course, we won’t press charges, but I just want to know where they are and if they’re safe.”
“Why would Jamie need to have custody of his little brother?” He asks slowly. His eyebrows furrowed as his mind tried to process everything.
Mrs. Way looks stunned for a second before her face turns sad again. “Every family has their secrets.” Her words seem to end the conversation there, and Frank pats her shoulder again before turning and making his way to work.
No one really paid attention the boy silently suffering as he trudges his way to the bookstore. No one can tell how his stomach is knotting and how his legs are trembling slightly. His empty stomach growls, not sure if it needs to be fed or emptied. Pete looks at him, full of concern, as the teenager enters to begin his shift.
Pete. If it wasn’t for the fact that Pete is twice his age, Frank thinks that they would be the best of friends. Not that they didn’t get along, they did fabulously, but Pete was more like his big brother. He appreciates Pete even more when he’s there to catch Frank when his knees give out and buckle under him. When was the last time he ate? He’s not really sure. He stares up at Pete whose eyes are frantic and mouthing words his ears can’t process. His eyelids feel heavy as he lets them close. Surely he’s dreaming when he opens his eyes again and is looking into his mother’s worried eyes.
No, he’s not dreaming. The bookstore’s employee room slowly comes into focus behind his mother as he realizes he’s lying on the worn out couch.
“Frank!” she exclaims. “Baby, are you alright?” The young man nods before trying to sit up, only to be pushed back down by his mom’s warm hand. “Mr. Wentz called and told me you passed out. Have you been eaten well? I can’t believe I haven’t been paying enough attention to you, but work is just so-“
“Mom. It’s fine, I swear. I’ve just been stressed about school lately. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make myself sick.” He was finally able to sit up and give his mom a loose hug.
“Well, I bought something for you to eat, so you finish that and then I’ll take you home.” Frank nods halfheartedly and lets his mother kiss his forehead before heading out of the room, probably to talk to Pete. He picks at his food quietly, not having much of an appetite.
A few hours later he throws it all up in his bathroom. He thanks God that the next day is Saturday, his day off.
*~*~*~*~*
In Belleville, New Jersey, a boy is playing in the backyard of his house. His parents don’t really approve of him playing back there because of the awful smell which they plan to have investigated very soon.
The plastic shovel hits something solid as he’s in the middle of digging a hole (to China, is his plan). Curiosity gets the best of him as he starts to dig around the object. He’s delighted when he starts to unearth what seems to be a rock. As he continues to dig, he’s surprised to see that the object isn’t a rock.
He screams for his dad.
Sorry, for the shortness and lack of action, but the next part is 4000+ words so that should make up for it ^^
Also, I'm sorry for sucking at replying to comments TT.TT
Interlude II | Chapter 3 Part 1 | Chapter 3 Part 2