NCIS:: Keep Quiet CH 2
Chapter 2: KQ 2
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Keep Quiet
BY: Wolfa Moon
DISCLAIMER: No own. Just another idea that popped in unexpected.
SUMMARY: Never having the best of childhoods he runs away. Finally ended up in a no name town in PA. yet unable to break the one rule beat into him, 'Keep Quiet'. WARNING: Dark/Child Abuse
KQ: 2
Jethro walked into the sunlight. Beginning his early run through the town. Shaping up before he enlist. Going up Main St. to pass the town square. Then running to the route out of town. Enjoying the freedom to just run away form it all. Stopping at the bus depot he spots something. Always being observant he makes his way to what his eyes see. A boy about the age of 10 or 12 he guesses.
The kid looks like he has seen better days. Cloths filthy and torn. Shoes repaired with scraps of cardboard and duck tape. And a backpack that probably contained all his worldly possessions. The head of a well worn plush cat peaking between the kid's arms.
Moving in carefully.
"Hey, kid." Tilting his head to get an angle on the kids face. Hair long obscuring the kid's features. Thinking to himself, haircut. "Kid." He reaches a hand out. Laying it on the boy he freaks. Not saying a word the boy backs away from him. Falling off the chair. Grabbing his items. Only stopping when he hits a wall. Eyes searching for the threat.
Jethro seeing this holds up his hands. "Easy kid." The boy's eyes don't lock on him. They are searching all around. Once done the kid looks at him. Eyeing his hands. Jethro watches this. Seeing him cringe further in on himself. Lowering his hands the kid releases a breath. "It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt yah." The boy looks at him. "I'm Jethro." The kid just tilts his head. Eyes watching his hands. "Wanna come with me." Moving more toward the kid.
Tony looks at the man before him. He didn't know what to do. The one rule his father had ingrained in him. 'Keep quiet'. 'Don't speak to them.' For if he did he would be punished severely. So he never spoke. Watching the man before him move his hands in a non-threatening gesture. But that could easily change. Then the hands held palm out.
"I ain't gonna hurt yah. You hungry." Then taking a chance. Making a motion of eating. The kid nodded. Good that is a start. Extending his hand again the kid stared at it. Looked around then took it. Jethro smiled.
KQ: 2
They walked hand in hand toward the local diner. Mrs. Ruth smiled as the two walked in. Then she took in the youth. Dirty and looking a lost puppy.
"Aw, you poor thing." Coming around the counter. Making a motion to wipe his face. His arms flying over his head to protect himself. Huddling in on himself. "Oh dear, I didn't mean." Then she gasped. For when he raised his arms his sleeves fell back to reveal bruises on his arms.
Jethro boiled with rage at seeing the handprint bruises on the youth. Settling it down quickly he laid a hand on the boy. The boy fell off the chair to cower under the counter. Jethro made a motion for Mrs. Ruth to step back give him room. He began to reach again.
"Are you sure that's wise?" She ask.
"He only responded before when I made the motion for food."
"The poor dear is deaf." Jethro nodded. Mrs. Ruth moved to the kitchen to get the innocent some food.
Jethro moved in again. Laying a gentle hand on the boy. The boy shyly lowered his hands. Wary eyes took him in.
"It's okay buddy. Come on. She didn't mean anything." He knew the boy couldn't understand but keep his body calm. Calm to hide the anxiety, anger, bubbling emotions inside.
Tony took him in. Slowly coming out. Keeping his head low he took his seat. Knowing he had behaved like a baby. Wondering if he was going to get food now. His head coming up in shock as a plate was placed before him. He looks up warily. The woman made motions for him to eat. A happy smile on her face. He wondered what he would have to do for it. But his stomach betrayed him. Unconcerned what he would have to pay. He is hungry. Moving a hand out he took a single French fry. The taste was overwhelming. The plate was empty in no time flat. Looking around everyone was grinning at him. Smiles meant two things. His mother's smiles were happy, loving. His fathers are evil, a preempt to what would happen later at night. Looking at the woman. His father never let other woman touch him only his male associates. He looked to the man who had brought him here. The man smiled. Ducking his head down. Gathering he would have to pay the young man. But it was never done in public. Always in a bedroom. Guess that would come later. Especially when the man laid a hand on his shoulder. Made a motion for him to come with him. Guess it was time to pay.
KQ: 2
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Keep Quiet
BY: Wolfa Moon
DISCLAIMER: No own. Just another idea that popped in unexpected.
SUMMARY: Never having the best of childhoods he runs away. Finally ended up in a no name town in PA. yet unable to break the one rule beat into him, 'Keep Quiet'. WARNING: Dark/Child Abuse
KQ: 2
Jethro walked into the sunlight. Beginning his early run through the town. Shaping up before he enlist. Going up Main St. to pass the town square. Then running to the route out of town. Enjoying the freedom to just run away form it all. Stopping at the bus depot he spots something. Always being observant he makes his way to what his eyes see. A boy about the age of 10 or 12 he guesses.
The kid looks like he has seen better days. Cloths filthy and torn. Shoes repaired with scraps of cardboard and duck tape. And a backpack that probably contained all his worldly possessions. The head of a well worn plush cat peaking between the kid's arms.
Moving in carefully.
"Hey, kid." Tilting his head to get an angle on the kids face. Hair long obscuring the kid's features. Thinking to himself, haircut. "Kid." He reaches a hand out. Laying it on the boy he freaks. Not saying a word the boy backs away from him. Falling off the chair. Grabbing his items. Only stopping when he hits a wall. Eyes searching for the threat.
Jethro seeing this holds up his hands. "Easy kid." The boy's eyes don't lock on him. They are searching all around. Once done the kid looks at him. Eyeing his hands. Jethro watches this. Seeing him cringe further in on himself. Lowering his hands the kid releases a breath. "It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt yah." The boy looks at him. "I'm Jethro." The kid just tilts his head. Eyes watching his hands. "Wanna come with me." Moving more toward the kid.
Tony looks at the man before him. He didn't know what to do. The one rule his father had ingrained in him. 'Keep quiet'. 'Don't speak to them.' For if he did he would be punished severely. So he never spoke. Watching the man before him move his hands in a non-threatening gesture. But that could easily change. Then the hands held palm out.
"I ain't gonna hurt yah. You hungry." Then taking a chance. Making a motion of eating. The kid nodded. Good that is a start. Extending his hand again the kid stared at it. Looked around then took it. Jethro smiled.
KQ: 2
They walked hand in hand toward the local diner. Mrs. Ruth smiled as the two walked in. Then she took in the youth. Dirty and looking a lost puppy.
"Aw, you poor thing." Coming around the counter. Making a motion to wipe his face. His arms flying over his head to protect himself. Huddling in on himself. "Oh dear, I didn't mean." Then she gasped. For when he raised his arms his sleeves fell back to reveal bruises on his arms.
Jethro boiled with rage at seeing the handprint bruises on the youth. Settling it down quickly he laid a hand on the boy. The boy fell off the chair to cower under the counter. Jethro made a motion for Mrs. Ruth to step back give him room. He began to reach again.
"Are you sure that's wise?" She ask.
"He only responded before when I made the motion for food."
"The poor dear is deaf." Jethro nodded. Mrs. Ruth moved to the kitchen to get the innocent some food.
Jethro moved in again. Laying a gentle hand on the boy. The boy shyly lowered his hands. Wary eyes took him in.
"It's okay buddy. Come on. She didn't mean anything." He knew the boy couldn't understand but keep his body calm. Calm to hide the anxiety, anger, bubbling emotions inside.
Tony took him in. Slowly coming out. Keeping his head low he took his seat. Knowing he had behaved like a baby. Wondering if he was going to get food now. His head coming up in shock as a plate was placed before him. He looks up warily. The woman made motions for him to eat. A happy smile on her face. He wondered what he would have to do for it. But his stomach betrayed him. Unconcerned what he would have to pay. He is hungry. Moving a hand out he took a single French fry. The taste was overwhelming. The plate was empty in no time flat. Looking around everyone was grinning at him. Smiles meant two things. His mother's smiles were happy, loving. His fathers are evil, a preempt to what would happen later at night. Looking at the woman. His father never let other woman touch him only his male associates. He looked to the man who had brought him here. The man smiled. Ducking his head down. Gathering he would have to pay the young man. But it was never done in public. Always in a bedroom. Guess that would come later. Especially when the man laid a hand on his shoulder. Made a motion for him to come with him. Guess it was time to pay.
KQ: 2