Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Together Arc ❯ Alone ( Chapter 2 )

AloneA Together Arc story by Setsuna-JikanIt started slow.A loud argument over something trivial, screaming insults, then quiet, angry murmurs when they realized he was right there in the room with them.They'd storm away from each other, his mother grabbing his hand and pulling him behind her while she walked it off, taking him to the dilapidated park a few blocks away from the apartment.He'd run off to play on the swings because he knew that's what she wanted him to do, but one vibrant red eye was always looking out for her.when Jason would come, apologizing, brushing away his mother's tears and hugging her gently, Vincent watched, hidden in the metal playhouse.everything would be good for awhile.It got worse slowly, gradually, until one day Vincent saw them arguing again.He dropped his old, Salvation Army rucksack on the ground by the front door, locking the deadbolt before sitting on the floor to read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.cadence of the argument rose and fell, ghosting over his ears until a sudden, smack made him jolt.He spun around, longish black hair smacking him in the face as he stared, gaping, as his mother fell against the cracked yellow counter, holding her cheek.stood in front of her, shoulder's heaving, as he took a swig of the beer in his hand."Stupid bitch.fucking argue with me, I fucking own you now," he muttered, gesturing at Vincent's mother, beer splashing out of the bottle.He left, staggering into their bedroom and slamming the door.jumped up and grabbed his mother's hand, pulling her upright."Mom!are you okay?!Mom?!?" he felt frantic, staring in horror at the large red mark that was already starting to purple and bruise.staggered to her feet, throwing open the fridge and pulling out her own beer, twisting off the top and chugging.Vincent stared at his mother, not comprehending that she was just standing there."What, Vincent?" she asked tiredly, staring at her son with weary, deadened eyes.stepped back."Nothing."went back into the living room, grabbed the battered library book off the ground before moving towards the door.what do you think you're doing?"didn't answer, throwing off the deadbolt and the door chair and pulling open the door."Vincent Thomas Ronallini, stop right there!"did stop for a moment, not looking at her."I'm going to the park," he said quietly, and firmly shut the door.He walked to the park.He didn't run, he wasn't blinded by tears, nor by anger.felt numb, empty.he scaled the metal fort and sat down out of sight from the rest of the world.With a red penis at his back and a crude proposition for a girl named Marcy at his right, he opened the book and tried to read.words kept jumping around and blurring until the first hot tear landed on his hands.Quietly, he started to sob, body shaking as he drew in breath.didn't know how long he sat there crying, but when he stopped the sun was starting to set.shivered, feeling frozen in the late fall weather and got up.He climbed down from the fort and when he turned around, she was there.The bruise on her cheek was vivid now, rimmed with a lighter blue colour, and her beautiful grey eyes were red from crying.He stood there, staring at his mother blankly, unmoving.sighed then smiled."Come on, Vincent.and Mommy aren't fighting and everything's alright now.go home."glared."Jason is not my father!died in the hospital three years ago, remember?You were so upset you attacked me and I got sent to an orphanage!" he shouted, throwing an arm out to the side.mother gasped."Vincent!dare you say such things?" she cried, standing up.did no such thing!was an accident!Jason is as good a man as your father.""No it wasn't!grabbed the knife and swung it at my head!anyway, how can you compare Jason and Dad like that?!loved you and never hurt you!Jason doesn't care about you and he hit you earlier!can you say Jason's a good man?!" he demanded.mother looked towards the ground."I deserved it.come home; Daddy's not happy you ran away and he'll be angrier if you stay out here any longer."She grabbed his arm and dragged him home.got locked in his room for two days.And so life went.was continuously present, no longer bothered to be hidden from the eyes of a young eleven/twelve-year-old.And Jason started to hit him, too.smack if he was late coming home.punch if he was getting bad grades.beating if he spoke back.his mother did nothing, just told him he deserved it and to be a good boy.Vincent adapted.stopped being late.studied hard.never said anything around the house.when Jason beat him for different reasons he fixed those too.was the ideal little boy.he turned thirteen and the game changed again.It was the end of June, hot and sweltering because Jason broke the Air Conditioner the last time he was drunk.stared up at his ceiling, counting the number of cars that went down the street while cicadas buzzed.It was fairly dark in his room (the streetlight was broken again), and he was already feeling drowsy.had been a good day.mother gave him a cake after dinner and a new book, Dune by a Frank Herbert.Jason had been fairly civil; only giving him a "birthday tap" which left a fair-sized bruise on his left arm.his eyes, he was just about to fall asleep when his door opened.CreeekHe sat up, looking over at the door.stood there, obviously supported by the doorframe, a bottle of vodka in his hand.He drank the rest of it and tossed the bottle to the ground; it bounced and rolled to the wall.slowly moved into the room."Jason, what are you doing?" Vincent asked, crawls moving across his spine.His unease increased when Jason kicked his door shut."You're a man now," Jason slurred, stumbling a bit as his hands went to his belt.time you started acting like one."ripped the belt off his pants with a crack and Vincent jumped up, bolting for the window.belt caught him against the side of the head and he tripped, falling to his side.Dazed, he could barely struggle when Jason picked him up and threw him onto the bed."Nonononononononononononono," he chanted, fighting to keep his arms from being bound to the headboard until a heavy hand smacked his face.He fell limp, coming to to the feeling of someone stroking his thigh.clenched, opening his mouth to scream when Jason shoved a sock in it."None of that."ripped off Vincent's pants and underwear; Vincent started to cry.This couldn't be happening, Oh GOD, please, this couldn't be happening!felt his brain shut down, chanting a mantra over and over until the pain stopped and Jason pulled out, spanking his ass harshly.was on his stomach, Vincent realized, and blood was running down his wrists and legs.belt was removed briskly and Jason stood up, stumbling back out of his room.Vincent spat out the sock, jaw working as he curled into himself.didn't sleep that night.When his mother came in to wake him up the next morning, he told her what happened.they had to leave, they couldn't stay here!He was too worked up to notice the icy look in his mother's grey eyes until she slapped him hard across the face."How dare you accuse Jason of doing that," she hissed, advancing on Vincent, punctuating her words with heavy slaps.only did you seduce him"--slap--"you have the nerve to accuse him of raping"--another slap--"you!Whore!"slapped him three times, glaring at him with disgust.stared at the woman who was supposed to protect him in disbelief.When he realized that he was running over the last few days to see if he had tempted Jason, he shook his head, glaring icily at the person who used to be his mother."Leave, Eve," he said coldly, pointing to his door.stared at him, shocked."What did you just call me?""Get out of my room, Evelyn, and never fucking talk to me again."He watched with deadened eyes as she stalked out, raging about how ungrateful he was.the door clicked shut he turned around, grabbing his rucksack off the floor.some clothes and the money he made by doing old Mrs. O'Leary's dishes, he shoved them into the bag, sparing a pair of pants for himself.the bag on his back, he opened the window, making his way down the fire escape.he started walking.He didn't know how he ended up at the Penguin's orphanage, staring at the wooden doors, but he was too tired to care.knocked once and waited; soon enough the Penguin herself opened the door."Yes, how may I help you young man?" she asked kindly.started to cry."I... I just need a place to stay to-tonight and a doctor," he whispered, and was immediately swept inside.The Penguin talked to him nicely, calling for one of the other nuns to call a Dr. Redbark.sat Vincent down on a couch, coaxing what happened to him out of him.he was finished, he felt two arms wrap around him and hold him tight."Oh, my poor poor boy," she whispered, stroking his hair.one deserves what happened to you.not right."Vincent started to cry again.The doctor came and treated all his wounds, talking calmly and gently to him about books and his kids, a boy and a girl.let him, feeling the words as a balm.stayed one day at the orphanage and went back.It wouldn't be for another three years until he got a job and used the money he got to get eight deadbolts installed in his door.six months before he got a mini fridge and a small kerosene stove for his room.Another three before he got dual locks for his window.when he turned 17, his room was his fortress.couldn't get to him, and he was still living with free electricity and heating.Because that girl had been right; rape hurts more than you could imagine.separated hurt so much worse.------AN:Hooooooooly SHIT.have no idea where this came from.this is depressing.Now you know more about Vincent, who he is and what happened to him.apologize for the rape scene but it needed to be there and at least I couldn't write a full one.feel so bad for Vincent and what he went through.makes you wonder how he can be as happy as he is in EwB, and how he can like sex.Well, I can answer the second question at least: Vincent likes sex because it is a generally enjoyable pastime and he uses it both as a distraction and as a mean to an end.His first time was with a very nice woman at Strawberries and Creme who had been raped when she was younger and understood.first time with a man was with the woman's boyfriend.basically you can blame them for Vincent becoming a sex addict.eyes*Whelp, it's about 1:53 right now, and I need to edit this in word and print this before I can go to bed so Cheers!Sets, out.::end transmission::