Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pain and... pain? ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

 

 

 

CHAPTER 6

 

 

 

 

 

The next morning I woke up early and still felt like shit about last night. During the night I had decided that I wouldn't do that again. I wouldn't let Jonathan fuck me for food. It just made me feel like a slut when I did. I'd rather go hungry than go through with that. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, wondering what the time was and at what time Jonathan was coming over. I really wanted to go out since the last time I had been out of the building was when dad had taken me to the fight but also knew that if I weren't home when Jonathan came over, I would be fucked. Jonathan would be angry and dad would be furious.

 

I got up and gasped for air immediately. Pain was radiating up my spine from my bottom and I cursed Jonathan for hurting me even though he promised not to…. and myself for being an idiot.

 

I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to find it almost empty. A rummage through the cabinets told me that basically all I had was a can of baked beans and a small piece of cheese that seemed to have been forgotten at the back of the fridge. I was sure dad wouldn't mind me eating the cheese since it already had some green spots of mould but the baked beans were risky. I decide to have the cheese for dinner tonight and save the beans incase dad would be gone for a long time.

 

After the quick inventory, I went back to my room for the old denim jacket I had gotten a few years back and left. I didn't have anywhere to go so I just wandered around the neighborhood, enjoying the fresh air. The sun was shining and I couldn't help smiling. I wished I could do this more often but dad didn't usually like letting me out of the house, I guess he was afraid that I would run or something. How stupid is that, really, like I had anywhere else to go. My smile vanished at the thought of dad and I sighed quietly. I hated him and I was glad that he was gone for who knows how long but still I couldn't help feeling a little bit lonely in the empty apartment. I was used to the noise dad and his friends made and it seemed so quiet in there now. Also, I thought I'd rather have dad back home, yelling at me, than Jonathan taking pictures of me every night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I walked around the neighborhood for an hour or so before returning back to the apartment block. I had my hands deep in my pockets to keep them warm and my head down when I started to climb the stairs up to the third floor where we lived and didn't notice the person standing on the stairs facing upstairs and bumped into him. We both lost our balance and fell forward on the steps, my landing softened by the other body under me and I swore quietly in my mind.

 

“Hey, get the fuck off me!” an angry voice snapped and I hurried to get up and back a way quickly.

 

The one I had knocked over, climbed to his feet before turning to look at me with cold brown eyes.

 

“What the fuck is your prob..” The sentence was cut off when the kid saw me.

 

He was probably a few years older than me, not older than 19 though and his blond hair was messed up in a trendy surfer boy kind of way.

 

“I-I'm sorry.” I mumbled and dug my hands deep in my pockets again, wondering why he was staring at me.

 

“Hey, you ok? You really need to start looking where you're going so you won't walk over people.” the kid said and I looked down.

 

“I'm sorry. I will.” I said and went to get past him to the stairs.

 

I didn't like meeting new people. Hell, I didn't like meeting people at all. People asked questions and questions were bad. Questions got me in trouble.

 

An arm shot out to block my way to the stairs and sparkling brown eyes stared at me curiously.

 

“I'm Troy by the way, what's your name?” the kid, Troy, asked and I looked up a bit surprised. He wanted to know my name.

 

“Jason.” I said quietly and he smiled.

 

“Great! Nice to meet you, Jason. I just moved in here from LA and you're the first kid I've seen. Do you live here?”

 

That explained his hair. I guess he was a surfer.

 

“Um, yeah.” I said quietly and frowned at myself.

 

Why the hell was I talking to him?

 

“Even better! I live on the second floor, what about you?”

 

“Third.” I muttered quietly and tried to get to the stairs again.

 

Troy noticed that and pulled his arm away.

 

“Um, do you want to hang out sometimes? I don't really know anyone else beside my uncle who I live with here.” he asked almost hesitantly and I just shrugged my shoulders slightly, keeping quiet.

 

“Great! How about tonight? My uncle isn't home, you could come over?” Troy asked and I glanced at him nervously.

 

“Um.. I got a.. visitor coming later.”

 

“Oh, alright.” he looked disappointed and I took the opportunity to get moving.

 

“Hey, what's your apartment number?!” Troy yelled to my back but I acted like I didn't hear him.

 

I doubted we'd ever talk again. I didn't usually leave the apartment expect to do laundry or when dad took me fighting and he'd found other people to hang around with. Sometimes I wondered how it felt to have friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was lying on my mattress and stared at the ceiling, not able to forget the other boy. Maybe if things were different, we could have become friends. Maybe we would have gone to the same school too. My thoughts were disturbed when I heard the front door open. Jonathan was early today. That couldn't be a good thing. Or maybe he had other plans and he just came to check on me quickly? I quickly stomped down the hope that had risen. I would just get disappointed if I started hoping for anything.

 

My door opened and Jonathan peeked in.

 

“Hey, kid, you hungry?” he asked and I ignored my rumbling stomach.

 

“No, Jonathan.”

 

“Really? Did you already eat today?” Jonathan asked and cocked an eyebrow at me questionably.

 

“N-no. I- I'm just not hungry, Jonathan.” I mumbled and backed away against the wall when he came closer.

 

“Really? Huh. I guess I have to eat that pizza myself then.” he said with a smirk and sat down on the mattress next to me.

 

“Jonathan..” I started but Jonathan shushed me.

 

“I know why you don't want to eat, kid. It's okay.” he said and pulled on my shirt so he could see my stomach. I shuddered and looked away feeling disgusted.

 

Jonathan started touching me and made me undress for him. Once I was naked, he let his hands roam around my body until he had touched everywhere. I was preparing myself for the pain when he suddenly pulled his hands away and stood up.

 

“Sure you don't want that pizza, kid?”

 

I stared at him and nodded quietly, stunned that he had actually stopped.

 

“Suit yourself. See you tomorrow.” Jonathan said and walked out of the room.

 

I heard the front door open and close and sat up, feeling confused. Okay, what the hell just happened?! Why did he stop when he could have just forced me? I didn't understand.

 

There was a knock on our door and I jumped up, pulling my clothes back on, half panicking and went to open the door. It was probably just the landlord anyway, reminding us about rent. That usually meant that it was time for me to fight again. I yanked the door open and froze. It was the kid from the stairs, Troy.

 

“Hi!” he said with a huge grin on his face and I bit my lip nervously.

 

“Um.. hi.”

 

“I saw that guy leave and thought if you'd want to come and hang out now? I'm so bored here all by myself.” Troy said and I frowned a little bit.

 

“How did you..”

 

“Nah, I followed you up when you came in, anyway.. want to hangout?”

 

“Um.. sure.” I said, not really sure why and grabbed my keys before following him down the hall and downstairs to his apartment.

 

“I live with my uncle here; mom thought I could use a change of scene for a while. It's freaking cold outside! Do you guys even get the sun in here?” Troy babbled on cheerfully when he opened the door and let me in their apartment.

 

It was nicer than ours. A bit bigger and the walls were white, not grey like in our place. They also had nice furniture instead of broken ones like ours. The only piece of furniture not even a little bit broken was dad's barker lounge. And that was probably because that chair was his biggest treasure. Even his friends weren't allowed to sit on it, let alone me.

 

“It gets warm in the summer.” I mumbled nervously and sat down at the edge of the sofa when motioned to do so.

 

This was a bad idea. A really really bad idea. I mean, what was I thinking, getting into an apartment with a guy I didn't even know, especially when he was clearly older than me and better built. I had noticed that Troy had a really nice body. His body was lean, but not in the same way as mine. I was skinny as hell, he had muscles. You could even see that through all those clothes he had on. And his butt looked really good in those jeans too.. I shook my head to wake myself up from my little day dream and blushed. I couldn't believe that I had just checked Troy out. He would probably beat me up if he knew.

 

Troy, who had disappeared to what I assumed was a kitchen, came back with two sodas and a plate of sandwiches. Had I really been zoning out for that long? For him to have time to make sandwiches? He saw me frowning and said.

 

“I made them earlier for dinner but we can share. I'm not really that hungry anyways.” he settled on the sofa next to me and I inched away from him carefully, not sure about his reaction. Usually people didn't like it when I pulled away.

 

“Here, take some.” Troy said and basically shoved the plate on to my lap. I took a sandwich and muttered a hesitant `thank you' before accepting the soda he was holding out for me.

 

We ate quietly. Or I did. Troy kept babbling on about everything. By the time we finished eating I knew pretty much everything I had to know about his life up to now. He had made friends with the wrong people according to his mother and that was why he had been sent here to live with his uncle, who wasn't married or have children of his own. Apparently he didn't really know what his uncle did for a living, just that he was away a lot but that was a good thing since that meant he had the apartment for himself. Except now that he hadn't found a job yet he had nothing to do. Turned out he was older. He had graduated from High School last year and hadn't wanted to go to college even though his mother had tried forcing him into going.

 

So, I knew pretty much everything there was to know about the guy. I didn't say anything about myself. I mean, you don't usually tell people that your dad beats you and his friend comes by every now and then just to fuck you and that we pay rent with the money dad makes with giving me for a fight and gambling. Sometimes if it was a bad month and dad lost a lot of money in poker or gambling on the fights, he'd make me go the brothel and work there until we had enough money for rent and food.

 

“Sooo, what about you? Have you always lived here?” Troy asked and sipped on his soda slowly, his piercing brown eyes glued to me.

 

“Yeah, pretty much.” I said quietly and didn't meet his eyes.

 

“Cool. You're still in school, right?”

 

“Um..no.” I said awkwardly and Troy looked surprised.

 

“Oh. How old are you? You don't look older than sixteen.”

 

“I'm seventeen.” I said quietly and he nodded quietly.

 

“Okay. You dropped out then? I got a few friends that did that as well. But what the hell, I really didn't see the point of school anyway. It's not like you're gonna need it in real life, right?” Troy grinned and I just gnawed on my lower lip.

 

I would have loved to be able to go to school. To be able to be normal.

 

Troy set down his soda suddenly and hopped up from the sofa.

 

“Come, I wanna show you my room.” he said and grabbed my arm before I had time to say anything. He pulled me up and towards one of the bedrooms and didn't let go until we were in his room and he had closed the door. His room was nice. Bigger than mine and he had a bed and everything. He sprawled down on to his bed on his back and let out a big sigh.

 

“I love this bed. It's so big and.. bouncy.” he murmured quietly and glanced at me with a grin.

 

“Wanna try it?”

 

“W-what?!” I asked, shocked by his question and ready to bolt.

 

“I meant to sit down, numbnuts. We can watch a movie if you want.” Troy said and got up to rummage through the pile of movies spread all over the floor before the TV set.

 

Just now I noticed the TV on top of his drawer and moved to sit on the edge of the bed hesitantly. I really didn't like beds that much. Maybe it was because I had never slept in one, just had sex. Sex with men I hadn't wanted to sleep with.

 

Troy put on some action movie, I didn't really care what we were watching and settled on the bed next to me. We watched the movie in silence and by the end of the film, I found myself lying on the bed next to Troy and feeling surprisingly relaxed. I was still on the edge and a bit jumpy but at least I wasn't panicking and making a fool of myself.

 

After the movie we just lounged around for an about hour until I told Troy I had to go back home. He seemed disappointed but didn't try to talk me into staying which I was happy about. I knew I wouldn't be able to argue with him. I never argued with anybody. I just did what I was told, it made my life easier. Once I got back into our apartment, I had a smile on my lips when I went to my room and took off my clothes to sleep.