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Unforgivables

By: SignsofDeath
folder Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating: Adult ++
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I...I trust you

(((elise\'s pov)))

The world was spinning. I didn\'t know what way was up or down...or right or left. Everything hurt so much that I couldn\'t process the pain. The next thing I knew everything was black. I faintly remember falling to the ground but after that everything was silent, and still, and black. I was open for anyone to hurt me and there was not a doubt in my mind that they would not take the chance to do so.

****Magical Stars****

\"Help me!\" my mind screamed. \"Please god help me!\" It was no use though. You could not ask someone you had not believed in all your life for help. They would not answer. \"Tran...Tran help me.\"


I felt the hands. Clawing at me, hitting me, cutting me...god it hurt so much. It hurt so bad. I felt myself begin to cry. Why were they doing this? Why were they hurting me like this? I had never done anything to them. Never. Why would they want to hurt me like this?

A picture of my foster-father came into my mind. His hand came down and I was backhanded across the face. That day was so crisp in my mind. I had gone swimming for the afternoon because my foster-mother had said I could. Tran and I had gotten into a really big fight and I had needed some time to clear my head. My foster-mother had understood that I was depressed and told me that I could go swimming for a while.

When I got home...it was a different story. That man, Greg, yelled at me for being gone without telling him what I was doing and for coming home soaking wet. I tried to reason with him, to tell him that my foster-mother had let me go down to the river but he would not listen. Kept telling me what a slacker I was for swimming and not getting things done. I tried to tell him that I would do what ever chores he wanted me to do to make up for it but he wouldn\'t listen.

The next thing I knew he had a hold of my arm and he was dragging me towards the cellar. He pushed me down and I almost fell on my face as I stumbled down the stairs. He pulled the cord that turned on the light and I shied away from him. No one had ever given me that look before. A look of complete hatred that I knew had been bred long before I had come into his life.

His words would never leave my mind. The curses and horrible things he yelled at me. He abused me mentally first. Telling me how horrible was, how useless I was, how no one would ever want me, how everyone had hated me and that was the reason my family had died. Because they hated me and wanted to be rid of me. I just stood there, my eyes closed tightly as I tried to fight back the tears.

The first blow took me by surprise. The back of his hand swept across my face with such force that I fell to the ground. A sob escaped my lips as I tried to push myself up. His foot colided with my side and I rolled across the floor. For a while I lay there motionless, not sure what he was going to do next. His hand clamped into my hair and he pulled me to my feet. He slapped me across the face multiple times.

It was then that the real reason for his hate came out. Telling me I wasn\'t his son, that I could never take the place of his son. I\'d seen a picture of their son once. He\'d been killed in a car crash with his aunt and uncle and two cousins on their way back to his house. Greg kept telling me that I should have died. That his son was better then me in everyway.

By this time the pain had made me numb. I couldn\'t feel a thing and if I could feel something I couldn\'t tell. I was so far gone that I didn\'t even remember where I was. He punched me in the stomach and had he not been holding me by the hair I would have doubled over from it. The air was sucked from my lungs and I tried desperately to catch my breath.

He dropped me then, onto the cool cement floor. I lay there, hearing his footsteps retreating up the stairs. Before he closed the door he told me that if I ever told anyone he had done this then he would kill me. With that the light went out and I curled into a ball. I let myself sob then. Not caring anymore since I was in the darkness and no one could see me.

\"Elise?\" someone asked and I quickly shut up. Someone was with me, in the dark. That couldn\'t be possible. Someone couldn\'t be with me. There had been no one in the cellar when I had first been shoved down into it. \"Elise are you hurt badly?\"

\"Tran? I muttered and bushed my bruised body up a little. \"Is that you?\"

A shadowy figure sat down in front of me. \"Yeah, it\'s me.\" he ran a hand over my cheek. \"He hurt you really bad Elise.\"

A small blush came to my face. \"I\'ll be okay.\" it was a lie but I didn\'t know what else to say. I was so frightened that my entire body was shaking and I didn\'t want Greg to find out that someone knew about it. He would surely kill me. \"You better go Tran, before he finds you down here.\"

\"Come with me. I\'ll get you out of here Elise.\" Tran said as a silent promise. \"Then he wont be able to hurt you anymore.\"

\"Were would you take me Tran?\" I asked, clearly apposed to the idea. \"You can barely take care of yourself so I would only be a burden. I\'m fine here, really I am. You can trust me Tran.\"

He was silent. I realized what I had said, that he could trust me. The entire reason we were in a fight was because he didn\'t trust me. \"If I am going to trust you...then you have to trust me Elise.\"

That was an invisible slap in the face. Tran was saying that he was going to trust me? In hell, in fucking hell. \"I...I trust you Tran. More then anyone I trust you. You know that. You know I-\"

\"Yes I know.\" he interrupted. That had been another thing we had fought about. I had told him I was in love with him. He\'d told me I was only a kid, that I didn\'t know what love meant and that I shouldn\'t say such things. I\'d told him that I had meant it but he didn\'t believe me. \"Lets get you out of here Elise. Hold onto me okay?\"

It was confusing. I didn\'t understand why I had to hold onto him to get out of the cellar. Nevertheless I did as I was told and latched myself onto him. It was a strange feeling. I remember it felt like my body became a cloud. Like I could blow away at any moment, which only made me grip Tran tighter and clamp my eyes shut.

When I opened my eyes, after the feeling had passed, I saw we were in the forest. I looked around, unsure of my surroundings, but yes we were in the forest. I looked up at Tran, who still had his eyes closed. He looked a little sick. His face a little paler then it usually was. \"Tran? Are you okay?\"

He nodded softly and looked down at me. \"Course I am. Are you okay? We should probably take you to a doctor to have all this looked at.\"

\"No!\" I quickly said. \"If you take me to a doctor they will ask how it happened. I can\'t tell them how it happened or Greg will kill me. This is the only place I have to go Tran. I need it.\"

****Magical Stars****

\"Elise...\" his voice floated though my mind. \"Elise...\" I groaned and turned slightly. I felt real. That was good. And my back hurt like hell meaning I was awake. That was even better. \"Elise can you hear me?\" my eyes slowly opened and I looked up to see Tran over me. \"Hey there Elise.\"

\"Tran?\" I asked in barely a whisper. \"What is going on?\"

Tran just gave me a reasuring smile. \"You passed out on us for a while there Elise.\" I realized then that Brian and Christopher were near us. \"Are you feeling better now? You fell kind of hard.\"

I nodded and pushed myself up. \"I\'m okay now. Did anything happen?\" I looked around a little and realized we were in a cave. It was dark outside and there was a small fire going in the middle of us. \"Did Christopher start a fire?\"

Christopher laughed softly. \"I wish, but no. Brian was able to get one going with sticks and stuff.\"

\"Thank you for the high praise.\" Brian told Christopher and gave him a quick kiss. \"You really do flatter me you know that?\"

\"I try.\" Christopher joked back and leaned against Brian.

I looked up at Tran and he ran a hand through my hair. \"You had me worried there for a while Elise. I could hear you and it wasn\'t pretty.\" fear flashed though me. If Tran had heard me that meant that the other two could have heard me too. \"Don\'t worry. They didn\'t hear or see you. I made sure of that.\"

Releaf washed over me and I yawned. \"Was it that bad?\"

Tran nodded and touched my cheek. I winced and pulled away slightly. \"You got hurt. Someone hurt you while you were asleep Elise. From the sounds of it you were having a nightmare about your father.\"

Lowering my head I nodded softly. \"I\'m really okay though.\" another lie. I always said I was okay and Tran always knew it was a lie. It was just the way we worked. \"I just need to get some rest.\"

Tran nodded and held his jacket out for me. \"You can use this. To keep you warm I mean.\"

\"Thank you.\" I said softly and took the jacket from him. I looked up at him and then looked away blushing. \"Night Tran.\"

Slowly I laid down, my body aching from the dream. \"Sweet dreams Elise.\"

A/N : This is one of those times were the audience does that *awe* thing all together. I find it funny. I don\'t know what is wrong with me. Sappiness and shit is just spilling from me. Though I did throw in him getting beaten by his foster-father. Does that count on the bad scale? Whatever, I\'ll kill someone and make...oh...I have an idea again...hehehe, *wicked grin*...this will be fun.

- When life throws you lemons throw the lemons back at life and say \"Life sucks\"
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