I Broke Down

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Mark
can never escape. Can Joe save him? m/m, original,
abuse, Anal, Angst, Inc, Language, N/C, Tort, Oral, Yaoi.

I
Broke Down                                                                                                                               

by Eroburn

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Count: 3165

Unbeta’d

Chapter 5

Adonis was still
here. Dude knew everything. There could be nothing worse at this point. He had
seen his fucking tattoos. The stupid fucking jock was ruining what little of a
life he had left. Well maybe Dude didn't know everything. He was still here for
some strange reason. Mark might not die. No, Dude almost certainly called
someone. Jocks like him couldn't survive five minutes without a phone. Probably
even that bitch Elisa already knew. If she knew of course she told Chris which
means even if by some small chance that father didn't kill him then most
undoubtedly Chris would. Dude could go rot in hell.

 

It wasn't fair.
Why did his life have to end just because someone was nice to him? He should
have just walked home. It was punishment for not accepting the pain. He should
have learned that lesson long ago. It's better to accept pain and master it
than to be a slave to it and owe those who would save you from it.

Joe shook Mark hard as the kid let out a god-awful scream. Mark was trembling
and crying and wasn't aware of anything. He probably didn't even know Joe was there.
Mark was so small and hurt. Joe couldn't believe anyone would do this to Mark,
to anyone. Mark shook hard as he cried in Joe's shirt. Joe vowed to his self to
protect the kid with his life.

“Mark,
who did this to you?” Joe asked cringing at the look of fear that spread
over Mark's face.

 

‘Dude was a
fucking freaking psychic.’ Mark knew he didn't tell Dude his name. Dude saw him
freak but probably thought it was for a different reason. The mind reader Dude
pulls Mark to his chest and he shook with fear. He had met some very bad people
in his life but he had never met someone who knew all of his secrets before.
Mark hoped Dude couldn't read his entire mind. He didn't want him to see what
his father... ‘Opps, doesn't thinking about it make
it appear in your mind? Oh shit' He was just thinking about going to the
bathroom. Dude probably saw Mark using the restroom in his mind. Mark is like
totally grossed out now and he shakes in disgust.

 

Joe didn't want
to but he noticed how good Mark felt against him. He was turning into a
pervert. He could hear his mother now lecturing him about prison, about taking
advantage of a hurt twelve-year-old. Joe would never hear the end of it. That
isn't even considering what the other prisoners would do to him. He was pretty
sure that they don't like child abusers there. He'd be someone's bitch before
even he had a chance to unpack his stuff. While he was horny the thought of
some bear bald guy making Joe suck him off wasn't in the least bit thrilling.
Joe was definitely way too horny to be this close to Mark right now.

 

Joe pulls away
slightly and lays Mark back under the covers. He needed a cold shower and then
was going to kill whoever did this to Mark. Then he was going to go get laid so
he could quit thinking Mark as being sexy and hot and, ‘God his lips were so
kissable. Mark's chest so hot against him, and. No.... That line of thought
would be stopped.’ Even the most disgusting things weren't working right then,
so Joe just tried to hide his excitement from Mark. How embarrassing.

 

"Mark,
please tell me. If you're afraid I'll protect you." Joe said. Mark's tear
filled eyes just seemed to stare off into space not really comprehending what
was said to him.

 

Mark glanced up
at Dude. ‘What kind of powers did Dude have? That's probably how he got the
truck.’ Mark wonders if Dude could take out his parents or if Dude was allowed
to do that sort of thing. Mark could pay Dude although if he did have those
kinds of powers Mark doubted that he would even want what Mark could give him.
Dude would probably want Mark's blood or something and right now that would be
a bad idea. Maybe Dude would settle for some hair and some toenail clippings?

 

This time Mark
didn't think that Dude noticed his prolonged silence. Dude tucked Mark
underneath the covers. He hoped Dude wasn't planning on killing him in his
sleep. If he was going to die he at least wanted to be aware of it. Mark's
voice cracks as he tries to talk. It takes him a few tries. He had been
screaming more than he thought.

 

"Did you
tell anyone?" Mark manages to croak out. Adonis shakes his head no. Mark
is overjoyed, ecstatic and completely frightened. Everyone should save their
recriminations for someone who wasn't in a room with a dark necromancy wizard
who read minds and wanted his soul as payment. Mark wondered briefly if poison
would kill a wizard. While he didn't actually have any good poisons most
cleaning products could kill and he had a few of those although you couldn't
really cover up the taste in most foods. You would have to have something
really heavy and full of seasonings, but he wasn't sure if anything would cover
up the smell of ammonia.

 

Mark wonders if
the wizard would let him be his slave in return for protection from his father,
providing the wizard didn't hurt him too badly and he could keep his baby
(computer) and his soul, or what was left of it.

 

"How did
you know my name?" Mark whispers. While silently chanting
'Please be a wizard, an alien, or some other powerful type of creature.

 

"It was
written on all of your movie cases," Joe said confused. He didn't
understand why Mark would be afraid if he told anyone.

 

'Damn, double
damn fuck and damn it.' There went all of Mark's hopes of being saved by the
evil beast. Maybe he could threaten Dude by telling everyone he had done Dude
or something. If he told anyone Mark was gay he was fucked any ways. Mark might
as well bring Dude's reputation down while he was at it.

 

"Are you
going to tell anyone what you saw?" Mark asks him belligerently. Dude
didn't look amused. 'Damn it.' Great, now Dude was going to tell just because
he was mad at him. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid.' There was
the possibility that Mark cussed too much but frankly, most of what was in his
head was a sewer any ways, so what did a few more scraps of rotting garbage
matter? He was already drowning in filth.

 

"I need you
to tell me who did this to you because I am going to kill them, then this will never happen to you again." Dude said
with such extreme disgust and malice that Mark was actually scared of him. He
was such a fucking girl. He might as well jump off the roof if he was always
going to be scared. He is such a loser. Mark squeaks and Dude instantly calms
down or at least pretends to be calm. Dude still had hate in his eyes.

 

"Tell
Me!" Joe says forcefully.

 

“My
father.”
Mark doesn't know what came over him, or if he really did have a death wish but
there was no taking it back now. Dude looked horrified as he yanked Mark up.
Mark grabs his hoody as he is pushed out of the door.
He refused to go anywhere without something covering his arms and chest.

 

"Front
door now!"
Joe barked. He didn't know what he was going to do. Joe was shaking as he
walked trying to stay calm.

 

Mark assumes
that Dude is mad at him for supposedly lying or something. Most people would
think that Mark was lying. Mark hoped that Dude wouldn't hurt him too badly.
His chest hurts enough already. He didn't want to be completely broken. Mark
leads Dude to the front door the quickest way he knows. They almost run the
whole way. Mark stumbles, but Adonis is right there to grab him, keeping him
from falling. It feels so good when Dude holds him, but Dude would probably
beat Mark to a pulp if he knew what he was thinking. It was a good thing that
Dude wasn't really a mind reader. Mark really didn't want Dude to see him in
the restroom.

 

Mark is half
dragged, half carried to Dude's truck. He thinks Dude may have lost it. Mark
had seen the signs enough to know. Yes, Adonis was insane. No, maybe Mark just
lost touch with reality for a while and was getting beaten and dreaming of Dude
like he had dreamed so many fairy tales before. Yes, that was mostly likely the
case. The perfect blond Adonis doesn't exist and he was just in Mark's fantasy.
It was too bad that in most of his fantasies he ended up dead.

 

Mark punches in
the code to unlock the gate and they drive away from the rich, elite neighborhood.
Mark had never felt so free in his entire life. If Adonis decided to kill him
or even keep him away he would still be very happy.

 

They drove until
they reached a nice suburban house. It was a small two story. It had a
well-kept lawn and had a SUV already parked in the driveway. They pulled behind
it. Once again Mark is dragged out of the car and into the quaint little house.
It looked like the houses on TV. There was nothing special about it but it felt
lived in. It smelled amazing. Mark had never smelled anything that delicious.
He doesn't know what it is, but he would find it.

 

Mark walks away
from Adonis in a daze. He heads towards the smell like a zombie heads towards
fresh blood. He had to have whatever it was. Considering he had already eaten
more already that day than he had eaten in the last week combined he must have
been under a compulsion. Or maybe the smell was just that good. He walks into
what he thinks is a kitchen. 'Yeah, I am so stupid. Where the hell else would
they cook. Dumb. I am such an idiot.' Mark whines to himself.

 

There is a
beautiful woman stirring a pot on the stove. She has brown hair with caramel
highlights. She was a little plump and taller than Mark. She looked just like a
good mother should: happy and glad to see her kid. She really didn't look like
Adonis. Dude must have taken after his father. The woman looked up at Mark and
jumped. Mark just had to see what she was cooking and headed towards the pot on
the stove. He looks in. 'Oh my God! She had something Italian. Yes, do you know
how I know it was Italian? Cause I am fucking not allowed to
have any.' It looked like meatballs, cheese, and tomatoes and all this
other stuff that Mark couldn’t identify. 'Foodgasm.'

 

Mark did it
again. He completely blanked out his surroundings. He forgot about the lady he
had scared. She had a plate and fork and dipping some of the yummy stuff on a
plate. He immediately followed her, prepared to fight for it. You would
understand if you were denied your absolute favorite food all the time. He
hadn't had anything Italian since he was five or so. His first bite is heaven. "MMM." Bliss.

 

Joe couldn't
believe it when Mark just walked off on his own. It was like the kid was in a
trance. Mark headed for Joe's favorite place, the kitchen. Joe's mother jumped
back at the sight of a kid coming towards her, but she smiled happily when she
saw Mark savoring the smell of her cooking. She calmed completely when she saw
Joe. She fixed Mark a plate. He knew his mom would try to fatten up Mark. Joe
had seen wild animals look less threatening than Mark did when his Mom had the
plate. Mark followed it to the table and pounced. He was so adorable. The
sounds Mark made when he ate were so hot that Joe wanted to pounce
him, like Mark had done that plate. Joe needed to get laid.

 

"You just
eat up while we go talk for a minute. We’ll be right back." Rebecca said
as she led the way out of the kitchen. She had seen the marks on Mark's neck
and wondered what had happened to the poor boy. He had given her a fright when
he had walked up behind her, but she had been so nervous that she would have
been startled had anyone walked in. She had been worried when Joe hadn't called
to say he wouldn't be home right after school. He rarely missed a phone call.

 

Rebecca worried
a lot about her son. After his father had left them she feared that he would
turn to alcohol and drugs to deal with not having a father but he had never
showed any sign of substance abuse. She knew that Joe had girl friends and had
always been a very physical person, but she had preached abstinence, then
protection like any good mother should. She hoped it would be enough, but she
wasn't taking any chances. She had him tested for STD’s every couple of months.
Most people should get tested every six months, but since they were in a
medical field the risks were a little bit higher.

 

She sighed thinking back to one of the hardest conversations she
had ever had.

 

10 years ago

Joe was sitting
in the living room watching his morning cartoons as he did every Saturday
morning. The night after Dave had left them to move in with his secretary. He
had even had all of the divorce papers ready. There were only two things
Rebecca had been concerned with: Joe and the house. Dave had agreed to give her
the house in lieu of child support. The house wasn't paid off yet but they had
a made a sizable dent in the mortgage. Dave had been disowned for marrying her.
Dave didn't want any visitation. His new girlfriend didn't want kids hanging
about. She still hadn't stopped crying. She hadn't suspected a thing.

 

"Joe,
honey.
I need to talk to you about something." She wiped up the rest of her tears
before Joe turned around. He was such a good little boy. He didn't deserve to
have such a terrible father. If only if she'd listened to her mother this would
have never happened, but then Joe wouldn't exist. She wouldn't trade Joe for
all the money in the world.

 

"Mom. I'm watching toons." Joe whined.

 

"I'm sorry
baby but we have to talk for a minute or two." Rebecca cut off the TV
trying not to notice the angry look on his face.

 

"I have
some bad news and it's going to affect this family greatly." Rebecca said
hesitantly. She didn't want to put their reality into words.

 

"Where's
Dad?" Joe asked.

 

The dreaded
question had been asked. There was no getting around the answer. Rebecca
cringed.

 

"There is
no way to sugar coat this. Dad's left us. He isn't coming back. He left us for
his secretary. He isn't coming home. He isn't coming back." Rebecca said
haltingly seeing Joe's face turn slowly from anger to devastation. He had loved
his father.

 

"How could
he leave us?" Joe asked sniffingly in his little
boy voice.

 

"I'm not
sure honey. Maybe he cared more about his self than he did us. I'm not really
sure. Baby, just don't grow up to be like him okay?" Rebecca didn't want
her son to be dishonorable.

 

Joe shook as she
held him. Tears flowed down his cheeks. There was nothing she could say to make
it better.

 

3 years ago

Rebecca had just
gotten off the phone with an insurance agent. Her ex-husband Dave had gotten
hit head on by a drunk driver. One of his new girlfriends was in the passenger
seat. Neither one had survived the accident. It turned out that Dave had never
changed the beneficiary of his life insurance. She had long ago shed any tears
left for Dave, but she had never wished him dead.

 

Dave hadn't once
come to see Joe even after Rebecca pleaded and begged him. Dave had never even
once spoken with Joe on the phone. They had their own lives now, but this did
come as a shock.

 

Rebecca heard
Joe walk in the house. He had just gotten home from school. She met him in the
living room.  She quickly rubbed the
tears from her cheeks. He sat down on the couch as if waiting for the ax to
fall.

 

"Joe, honey
I have some bad news." Rebecca said beginning much like she did four years
before.

 

"What is
it?" Joe looked concerned. There was no good way to answer him.

 

"I'm sorry
baby but your Dad died a couple of days ago in a car accident. I just found
out." Rebecca noticed Joe's face didn't change much.

 

"Good
riddance to bad rubbish. I'm going to Chris's house." With that Joe left.
Rebecca hadn't even had the chance to tell him about the life insurance. She
had already decided what to do with it. There was about one hundred and forty
thousand left after the government had taken out the taxes and after burial
expenses.

 

None of Dave's
family had attended the funeral. She had even called to remind them of the date
and time. Dave's brother had said he would check up on them every now and then.
It wasn't really a relief. Joe decided not to go. He said that he had never
known his father in life so what was the point to see him dead. It had made her
sad. She didn't want Joe to be bitter.

 

Over the months
with everything going she never did tell Joe about the insurance money. She had
put fifty thousand in a trust for Joe's education, and then paid sixty thousand
towards the mortgage. Five more years of payments and it would be free and
clear. She had spent fifteen thousand on an almost brand new SUV. She put the
rest in an account for emergencies. She could rest easy for a while.

 

Present day

Joe would be
grown soon and he already hardly needed her. He was a good son and had a good
head on his shoulders. He never missed a day of school or got into any fights.
He was always home for dinner if she was going to be there. He always did his
chores and helped out with the bills when he could. With gas being so expensive
it was hard for them both. She was afraid to touch the emergency money in case
something happened.

End of Chapter 5

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