@NyxGriffith
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NyxGriffith
15.05.2019 22:00
LinkHallo
NyxGriffith
15.05.2019 22:02
LinkWhat OC will you be using?
Waterlily[OP]
15.05.2019 22:04
LinkOk! Srry I was doing the dishes! I was thinking
Jake: No pic srry
Hair: Dirty blonde
Eyes: Green
Funny, likes sports, blushes easily, Gay, sweet, caring
NyxGriffith
15.05.2019 22:08
LinkUm.. I have Carson
No pic as of now
Hair: Floppy platinum blonde
Eyes: grey-blue
Stong and protective, popular (as well as with the ladies), is very 'stoic' or has a cool aura thing around him. Gay. He seems like a rock wall but is sweet and kind.
NyxGriffith
15.05.2019 22:10
LinkOh he's kinda like an angel, he can summon wings and a halo sometimes
Waterlily[OP]
15.05.2019 22:11
LinkOk! Jake's just a human
NyxGriffith
15.05.2019 22:13
LinkFunnnnn. Carson prefers his human form over his holy one.
Waterlily[OP]
15.05.2019 22:14
LinkCool! But it's kinda weird to most people that he loves nature so much
NyxGriffith
15.05.2019 22:15
LinkOOf wait wrong description of Carson
No pic as of now
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Eyes: grey-blue
Sweet and childish, gay, laughs easily. Angel, popular (with the ladies as well)
Waterlily[OP]
15.05.2019 22:16
LinkOk!
Carson: -holds the bird and strokes its head-
Who's the fwuffiest bwirdie evwer? you are oh ywes wu arwe!!!
Carson: -the bird flies away and he smiles, watching as it lands on Jake's head-
Aw crap.
Carson: Eep! Uhm. Yeah, hold on just a sec.
-is reaching up to try and get the bird off of Jake's head but is much too short-
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Carson: -has set the bird on a branch, and is now singing a little song and dancing, gathering a small crowd of viewers-
Carson: -grinning as he ends the song, taking a small bow-
-He pulls out a Bluetooth speaker and his phone, setting his playlist to shuffle-
-The song opens to Die Young by Ke$ha, and Carson begins to dance to the song. A few small children join him, and he is smiling and laughing as he moves his body to the beat.-
-the song ends, and 'Hips don't lie' by Shakira starts playing-
Carson: OH HECK YEAH! -turns up the volume and begins dancing-
-he rolls his hips, seemingly seductive and playful at the sametime-
Carson: -hardly notices all the looks he's getting, either lustful, hateful, or full of jealousy-
Carson: -frowns as the song ends, but he picks up the beat of a new song quickly takes it's place-
-Shut up and Dance with Me plays, and he grabs a random person and starts to dance with them-
Carson: -brings another person into the circle and has the first person dance with them-
-he repeats this until a lot of people are dancing, he is standing by his phone and watching with a small smile on his face-
Carson: Hello again. Um... I think that there might be someone without a dance partner if you want to join in-
Carson: I'm not sure... I'm sure I can find somebody though!
-suddenly very determined-
Carson: How can I not? I always want to make sure that people are happy!
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Carson: Well okay then. -the song ends again and 'Dancing with a Stranger' begins-
Carson: -quickly changes the song, and Guillotine by Jon Bellion begins, softly-
Carson: -gives and evil smile, grabbing his phone and switching the song to 'Over and Over'by Smallpools-
Carson: Awe! C'mon stop hatin on my fave song just because I changed it from Jon Bellion.
-grabs Jake's hand and starts dancing with him, yanking him into the middle of the crowd, a some still dancing-
Carson: You look a little flushed, do you want to sit down somewhere?
Carson: If you say so!
-the song switches to All Time Low by Jon Bellion-
Carson: A promise is a promise!
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Carson: Oh... that sucks. I'm usually one true to my word. At least 99.9% of the time.
Carson: I'm just a tad hungry. Dancing burns a looottt of calories and energy.
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Carson: Well I mean, of course, you are. Durh, I'm an idiot. And you don't have to pay if you're not going to eat.
Carson: Oh! yeah, thanks for reminding me. -grabs his speaker and phone- Do want to walk or drive?
Carson: -walks over to the street, and pulls out his keys. He grabs his helmet and hands it to Jake, then unhinges the seat and pulls out another-
Carson: -turns off the motorcycle and takes the helmet, removing his own and putting them away-
Carson: -his stomach growls with the anger of a thousand volcanoes, imitating the mating sounds of a whale-
Oh no
Carson: -follows Jake and the waitress quietly, his face still a little red-
Carson: -takes a seat and opens a menu, looking at the various options of food-
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Carson: Good evening, Ma'am. May I please have the Philly Cheese Steak Stacker? And a glass of water please.
Carson: Thank you. -hands her the menu- (I think that's what they do I suck at social interaction)
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Carson: How'd you get that scar? If you don't mind me asking. I don't mean to be intrusive.
Carson: -giggles- You're so cute when you're startled, or embarrassed. Actually, you're just cute in general.
Carson: -sneezes, causing him to topple off his chair-
Crap I forgot I sneeze hard.
Carson: -sits down again- One time a sneezed so hard I rolled down three flights of stairs.
Carson: -shrugs- I tend to have the effect around women for some weird reason.
Carson: -takes a bite of his sandwich-
Ohhh my god I forgot how good food tastes.
Carson: What the heck how does that happen I'm sitting down you little f-
-catches a glimpse of the man and immediately shuts up-
Carson: oh no no no it's okay! Don't worry about it please, it's fine, it was probably just an accident!
Carson: -internally- ah oh my gosh why did you do that i'm so dead oh my gosh please don't notice me!!!
???: You'll be sorry for that!! -leans in close to carson- And you'll pay for that later.
-carson flinches, averting his eyes to the ground-
Carson: -tugs on Jake's sleeve- Just leave it, I don't want to cause a scene... Or much more of one anyway.
Carson: -in a shaky voice, pleading- Come on Jake, please, just drop it... It doesn't matter!!
Carson: -nods, drops a 20 dollar bill, grabs his sandwich, and walks out-
Carson: -watching through the window-
-muttering- Oh my gosh Jake...
-takes a bite of his sandwich-
Carson: -opens the door a little to hear better, still eating his sandwich- Oh my god I feel so bad for leaving him in there
Carson: -sighs and leans against the door, having finished his sandwich- Should I go in?? urrghhh
Carson: -gathers up his courage and walks in, warily sitting down at his table-
Carson: -decides to go in and check on Jake-
-he walks into the bathroom-
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Carson: I guess now would be a bad time to mention that he is my father?
Carson: He has some... Anger issues. He uses drugs and is an alcoholic. Let's just say that it doesn't cope well with the fact that my mother divorced him and left me with him.
Carson: -follows him-
-internally-
Oh my gosh why did I tell him that I'm such a bad person but I hate lying
Carson: I can give you my number, if you want it. (i'm assuming they are by his motorcycle now) -grabs the helmets-
Carson: -types in his number, and names his contact 'Carson the Dancing Queen'-
Carson: -blushes slightly- See you around... -puts on his helmet and hops on his motorcycle, turning it on-
Carson: -starts driving to his house, slightly scared, debating whether he should just sleep in the park or not-
Carson: -arrives at his house, parks his motorcycle and takes off his helmet. He is trembling slightly, extremely scared-
Carson: -swallows hard, his mouth dry as he turns the key to his house, opening the door-
Carson: -is extremely relieved to find the house empty, then filled with panic-
JAKE!
(I'm gonna try a new style of rp)
Carson ran to his motorcycle, not even bothering to put on a helmet and drove as fast as he could to Jake's house.
Carson made it to the house, quickly parking his motorcycle and sprinting to where he saw a large group of figures.
"Jake!" He yelled, panting as his feet hit the ground.
Carson broke through the crowd of men. He tackled the one who hurt Jake. The man fell, Carson landing on top of him. Two men picked up Carson, holding him back.
One of the men holding him chuckled. "Hey Dan, your son is quite cute! We could have fun with him later."
Carson writhed in his grip.
Dan, Carson's father, stood up.
"Ha, indeed."
Dan laughed. "Too bad I already have, boy."
Carson's face burned red and his eyes filled with tears as Dan grabbed his chin and forced his face up.
Dan slapped Carson, who yelped at the contact, his face stinging.
"We had some fun." Dan licked his lips.
Tears leaked out of Carson's eyes as he struggled, his movements slower.
Jake screamed curses, attempting to stand but three men pinning him to the wall. "Carson! No!" He broke through the men and slapped Dan, sending him to the ground and tried to grab Carson's arm, to be dragged away from him. The three men who had grabbed him, took a whip from the belt and pinned his chest to the wall, taking his shirt off and began whipping him.
Carson screamed, yelling as the whip cracked. He struggled, only to have something wrapped around his neck.
"Jake!" He hollered, as something was wound around his wrists.
"You have to make it. You're gonna make it, okay?" He sobbed.
Something was clipped to whatever was around his neck, and that was tied to a post.
The men tied Carson's arms above his head.
Carson knew what was going to happen and his eyes filled with fear. "Jake!" He cried, "go get help! Get out of here!"
Jake: I'm not leaving you!" He stood and grabbed the knife on the ground, running at the men and knifing them. He reached Dan and Carson. "Dan, leave him alone! You know what I'll do." He said, going up to Carson and dropping the knife to the ground. "Carson I'm so sorry." He picked up the knife and began sawing the rope that was attached to the post. He cut through it and hugged Carson, dropping it to the ground. Dan picked the knife up and drove it through Jake's arm. He screamed in agony, Dan taking the whip and whipping him more.
A man grabbed Carson and yanked him away from Jake. A few others joined him, pinning Carson down. One slowly peeled off Carson's shirt, eyes and hands roaming his sun-kissed skin.
Jake shook on the ground, Dan whipping him over and over, knife still in his arm. He thought of his phone and took it out of his pocket, silently dialing 911. "911 how can I help you?" "Y-yeah please I'm I'm on 5th and Broadway. Please there's a guy with a gang beating us and trying to kill us please help." He whispered. "We're sending someone right now sir, are you alright, can you stay on the phone with me? Sir? Hello?" Dan took the phone and kicked Jake in the side of the head, and he winced. "Carson! Their coming!" He yelped.
"Oh god please let them get here quickly." Carson prayed as a man began sucking on his neck, leaving red marks.
Another ground against him and Carson tried to get away.
Someone bit Carson's collarbone, causing him to cry out.
Jake closed his eyes, tears running down his face as he heard Carson. "I'm so sorry Carson. It's ok they're gonna help you ok? I promise. And those disgusting men are going to pay. Ok? I love you Carson. And I'm so sorry." He said, slipping into darkness. "I'll stay, no matter how much pain. I'll stay with you...."
"Jake! Please keep your eyes open. They'll be here soon. Okay?" Carson said.
A man tied something around Carson's mouth and he screamed, the sounds muffled. Another unzipped the jeans that Carson was wearing, teasing them down his legs.
Jake moaned, then heard sirens and his eyelids fluttered open then closed again as Dan whipped him as hard as he could. Jake whimpered and Dan called to his men to run and they ran into darkness. Jake was sobbing but his body would not listen to him and his eyes were closed, the light becoming darker.
Carson gasped, rising up and tearing off the gag. He yanked his pants up, the crawled over to Jake.
Carson wiped his eyes, grabbing his shirt and tugging it on. "Yeah..." He said, wobbling as he stood up.
"Thanks..." Carson whispered, his throat raw from all his screaming and yelling.
Carson held his hand. "I love you too, Jake. Promise me you won't leave me, okay?"
Carson blinked away the tears in his eyes, a small smile on his face. He removed whatever was around his neck and wrists, which were stinging and bleeding.
Carson waited anxiously as they tended to his minor injuries. His mind was racing.
They told him that his injuries would most likely scar, especially the wounds around his neck and wrists. He hardly paid attention.
Carson burst though the door, the doctors trailing behind him. Carson ran to Jake's side, sobbing.
"Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh." He whispered, tears dripping from his eyes.
Carson smiled. "When they let you out, I'm going to take you someplace beautiful, and we're going to have so much fun, okay?"
"That's why I said when you let him out. You have ears for a reason." Carson teased.
Carson stayed by Jake's bedside, eventually falling asleep holding Jake's hand.
Carson was still sleeping peacefully, laying his head on his arms, which were on the bed. He was holding Jake's hand. The bandages around his neck and wrists had some splotches of red where the blood was leaking through.
"The pain medicine must be wearing off. Do you want me to get a nurse to come in?" Carson asked.
"Okay. Wake me if you need me."
Carson settled back down, laying his head on his arms again.
Carson fell into a deep sleep, which was cursed with a nightmare of the first time his father came home drunk.
When Carson's father came home drunk, that was when he first abused
his son and when he had some 'fun' with Carson.
Carson woke slowly with tears in his eyes. He then noticed the blood and gasped. "I'll go get the doctor!" He said.
"It wasn't your fault. It was the universe's. It decided to make me related to an asshole. It wasn't your fault okay?" Carson whispered. "I don't want to lose something, and the first thing, I have loved ever so dearly, and hold so close to my heart, okay?"
Carson smiled slightly, his many bracelets clinking and jangling as he moved. He held Jake's hand, wanting nothing more than to stay in this blissful moment.
Carson smiled and gently stroked Jake's hand with his thumb.
"You mean the moon and stars to me, Jake." He whispered.
He floated up, light blinding him. He closed his eyes to be in dark. He shrugged and walked around, seeming to be in a room, hearing yelling and sobbing. He ran around the corner to see Dan 'Having fun' with Carson. He screamed, obviously them being unable to hear him. He fell to his knees watching Dan torture his son. "Carson... Carson! No! Please!" He whimpered out loud.
Carson seemed to be in sleep paralysis, for some strange reason. There was no explanation. No demons, no nothing. He could see everything in a 360 view, yet he couldn't move.
He heard Jake, and whatever form he was in moved forward to caress his face.
Jake closed his eyes and opened them to see the same thing. "No! Carson! please." He whimpered as Carson closed his eyes, giving up. He ran up to the bed and punched Dan, fist going through him. He looked at Carson, tortured expression growing on both of their faces. He whimpered and took Carson's face in his hands, to have his hands go through his head. Jake fell to his knees and curled into a little ball, a light tunnel forming. He looked at it, seeing Carson through it and stood. "Carson?" He asked, walking to the tunnel and sticking his hand through it.
"Jake??" He asked, his eyes wide. "HOW CAN YOU SEE ME THIS IS LIKE A CREEPY SLEEP PARALYSIS THING."
"Jake!!! You have to go back!" Carson yelled, grabbing him and tugging him back through the closing tunnel. "I AM NOT GOING TO LET YOU DIE."
Carson threw the 'spirit' Jake into his body, and his heart rate on the monitor went up again. He then dove back into his own body, waking up with a gasp.
"I'm getting the doctors," Carson said sternly, "And you can't say no. I am NOT going to have you die. Nope, Nada, Niet."
He quickly kissed Jake's cheek and sprinted out, calling for a doctor.
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"The person who attacked him or the doctor who healed him?" Carson asked. "My Fath- I mean the man used a whip-" He winced at the multiple memories behind that whip," and I'm not sure what the doctor used."
The doctor nodded as he took Jake's shirt off. Jake winced at the contact. The doctor widened his eyes as he slightly traced the whip gashes, his fingers getting bloody. Jake closed his eyes tightly, trying not to remember the memories. "Well, there's more than just blood. This had damaged his back. And what the other doctor put on it didn't help." He said in an disgusted voice.
Carson held Jake's hand again, squeezing it lightly. "Doctor, please, please, please tell me you can fix it"
The doctor shook his head. "I can try, but this usually doesn't heal to well. I'm just surprised he's lived this long already. Do you need some pain meds for him?" Jake shook his head feebly, still bleeding. "Oh! Let me go get a bag of blood for him." The doctor said.
"Please just send a nurse or something..." Carson said weakly. "I'm not sure I can take much more heartbreak."
Carson dropped his head in his hands, his body heaving with sobs.
"Goddamnit!" He cried. "Why must the universe take everything I love away from me?!"
Carson froze for a moment, then kissed back, entangling his fingers in Jake's hair.
Carson loved the feeling of Jake's lips on his, it was like heaven to him. He didn't care about the rest of the world. All he needed was this moment, now.
Carson closed his eyes. He didn't want this to end. He hated his life, he always had, but if all of that happened for a reason, if all of that happened to lead to this, then he was alright with that.
Carson opened his eyes and smiled back. He used his hand to brush back the floof of platinum blonde hair that had fallen over one of his eyes.
Carson had a small blush on his cheeks. He cleared his throat.
"Uh, -ahem- Doctor? did you get what you needed?"
Jake saw the blush and smiled. "Well um you see. I needed to tell you something. It says here Jake loves baseball and sports?" "Um yeah I love playing baseball." "Well. With your particular... Injury. You won't be able to play. And your back will be majorly scarred forever." Jake's face fell.
Carson blinked in surprise, his mouth falling open. "You're kidding, right?" He said, his own disbelief getting the better of him.
"Jake..." Carson said, taking a seat on the bead next to him. He opened his arms. "Do you need a hug?"
Carson sat there. He had been like this many times. No one was there for him. So he made it his mission to be there for others. Carson still gently tugged Jake into his arms, humming sweet nothings to try and help.
Carson lowered his eyes. "Sometimes I just wish that my father would've gotten it done with. just killed me. But I kept going. And you may have to do that too, alright? I'm sorry. I am beyond sorry that this happened. If I had just stayed quiet, you could still play basketball and all the other stuff."
Carson (totally not blushing by the way) "It'll be here in 10. Let's go get you checked in."
Carson nodded, and held open the door on the way out.
"You know," he said, "Scars don't define you, they only tell your story."
Carson sat on the other side, unsure of what to do. He groaned and smacked his head onto his palm.
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"No!" Carson said. "You don't know what he'll do! I've been through this so many times, a few more won't even matter!"
Carson clung to Jake. "You can't do this!! Please Jake, please listen to me!! He could hurt you even more. I am not going to let him take the one thing I love most away from me."
"Dad no! Please!" He sobbed, "I can't leave him!"
Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, and he looked desperate.
Carson collapsed into tears, his mind flooded with all the possibilities.
(I can be Dan rn if u want, also I may have to leave soon, I'm getting a haircut)
They arrived at Carson and Dan's house, and Dan turned off the car.
"No funny business boy. Run and Carson will never leave this house again."
"Hm. You can stay in Carson's room for now. We don't have guest rooms. Misbehave and you sleep in the basement. Got it?" Dan said, locking the door.
Meanwhile, Carson was sneaking around the house. Dan was in the kitchen making a drink. He assumed Jake was either in his room or the basement. he would check the basement first, as Dan would be less likely to hear or see him.
Carson snuck into the basement using a window (you know like those little tunnel window things?) . He saw a support beam with splotches of dried blood. HIS dried blood from not even a few days ago. Carson felt a shiver go down his spine. He looked around the basement, finding nothing. This gave him a good feeling, yet a bad one.
The door creaked open behind him, and he dove behind the support column. Having his back rest against it filled him with fear, but he stayed. The same ropes that had been used to tie up his wrists were still there. Carson rubbed the scars on his wrists. He looked down at the floor. And was suddenly hauled up into the air by the neck. He gasped for air as he looked at who was holding him.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here." Dan said.
"Let me go!!" Carson choked out, clawing at the hand holding him up.
"No can do, son." Dan shoved Carson's back against the pole, and a strangled gasp escaped Carson's lips.
Dan proceeded to tie Carson's wrists up, forcing the boy to
his knees. Dan slipped off Carson's black tank top, and cast it aside.
"I knew you'd come sooner or later," Dan said.
He placed a ball gag into Carson's mouth, who fought against his father's every move.
"I knew you'd come for your precious prince charming." Dan mocked. "Too bad he'll never know you're here. Unless you want him to join you."
Carson flinched as Dan grabbed his chin and forced it up.
"Listen. I am having a dinner party tomorrow and you are going to play the role of a little slutty pet, you got it, boy?"
Carson nodded. He knew better than to fight against his father's commands.
"Good." Dan sneered. "You can sleep in your room tonight."
Carson's eyes lit up. He stayed perfectly still as Dan undid the bonds. He needed to see Jake. Dan snapped a collar around Carson's neck.
"Awe, look at the little pet, already playing his role like a good boy." Dan crooned, attaching a chain to the collar.
Dan also added a pair of handcuffs, which chaffed against the barely healed cuts on Carson'
s wrists, causing them to start bleeding again. Carson didn't care.
Dan led Carson up the stairs to the room that Jake was sleeping in. Dan appeared to have forgotten about Jake and still didn't seem to care. He unlocked the door and threw Carson in. Carson slammed against the dresser and yelped as he made contact with the sharp edges.
Dan shut the door loudly, then locked it.
Carson's eyes brimmed with tears, wincing. Every time he breathed he felt a pain in his chest. So he sat there quietly. He didn't want to stand up, that would hurt even more. He could only hope.
Jake opened his eyes, hearing breathing and kept the covers over his head. He hoped Dan hadn't come for him yet. He couldn't stand the thought of Dan. He knew Dan would've done something so he slowly peered out to see Carson. "Carson!" He whisper yelled, his voice horse. He took the covers off of him and moved slowly to Carson. "I-i'm so sorry" He whispered as he winced. "I-it's my fault your here. You shouldn't have come." He rasped, sitting up.
Carson moved his bound wrists to Jake. He wanted to say something, anything, but the damn ball gag kept him from speaking. He leaned against Jake and closed his eyes.
"Jake," Carson sighed happily. He felt so much safer when he was with him.
Carson noticed Jake was bleeding. "Take your shirt off." He ordered.
'That's not sexual at all,' he thought sarcastically.
Carson rummaged through one of his drawers and pulled out a med kit. He opened it and dug out some bandages and painkillers.
He handed the painkillers to Jake and started slowly and carefully taking off the old bandages.
"I couldn't leave you at his mercy. (Not like he has any anyway).. Oh, tomorrow he's having a dinner party and we're supposed to play the part of his pets." Carson said, wrapping the fresh bandages.
"Nuh-uh. We're doing it together. I learned how to survive in this place, and I'm not letting him touch you." Carson finished wrapping the bandages and pulled out some wire cutters.
"Please," Carson begged. "I can't let you do this all alone! Plus all we have to do is wear some slutty outfits, serve dinner, and just spend the rest of the time sitting on their laps and whatnot. It's not that bad, trust me."
Carson glared at Jake. "Please just trust me!! Let me do this with you!"
Carson let out a frustrated growl and buried his face in his hands. "I'm not letting you go in there alone!! I am not going to allow those bastards to touch you! This isn't my first time and it certainly won't be my last."
Carson sighed and placed his forehead on Jake's chest. "I just don't want you going in there alone. Plus, it's not like it's our choice. It's.... his..."
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"Just don't let them have too much of you, I still need some for me," he whispered into Jake's ear.
Carson giggled. "Wow, that sounded much more seductive than I wanted it to be."
He rested his head in the crook of Jake's neck.
"In all seriousness though, those men are like vultures. I just want you to be safe, okay? I'll be worried enough if you're out there all alone. I understand that you're trying to protect me, but I need you to be safe too."
Jake shook his head, knowing Carson had a fair point. "I know. I know. But I need you to be safe to. Listen to me before you interrupt. I can't bear the thought of that happening to you. Any more so that means that it makes sense for me to go out there. I'm not letting them lay a finger on you."
He started tracing little designs on Jake's chest.
"Agh... I really don't want you to have to go through that though. I don't want anyone else to have that happen to them. Plus, with your injury and everything..." Carson sighed, his lip trembling.
His hand fell, and he buried his face into Jake's neck.
"God, I can't help but imagine what they're gonna do to you and how they're gonna hurt you," His voice began to break. "I just keep seeing what he did to me, what they did; and I would never- never ever want that to happen to anybody else."
Carson clutched Jake's shirt, then lifted his head.
"We should probably get some sleep," he sniffled. "You're most likely going to need it."
He wiped his eyes, then let go of the fabric and stood up. Carson held out his hand- hands (They're still bound) to help him up.
"What am I going to do, Jake? I have no place to go... I haven't seen or spoken to my mother since I was 10. God, I wonder if she ever thinks about me, I wonder where she is now..." He trailed off, then shook himself back into the present. "Anyway, where am I going to go? Where am I going to stay, am I just going to be stuck with him forever? Maybe I could stay with one of my friends, but they'll probably think I'm mooching off of them. Aaaaaaaah, he's watching all my assets like a frickin' stalker... I can't go buy a house or rent anything without him seeing it."
Carson shook his head. "I'm probably just gonna be stuck here for a while... At least another 5 or 6 years before he decides to hang a little loosely with me. And I just graduate
Carson nodded, a huge smile on his face. "I-I will, if it's not too much trouble. Oh my god thank you so much!!" He cried, hugging Jake. "I thought I'd never be free of him aaa I can't believe this is happening!"
Carson stood back up and helped Jake up. "Okay, seriously though, we need sleep. Actually, you will reeeaaalllyyy need the sleep for tomorrow."
Carson laid down and snuggled up to Jake, feeling safer in this household than he had in years.
(Sorry if I'm not responding right away, working on something for pride month)
Dan knocked on the door loudly, shaking Carson from his sleep. Carson looked at his alarm clock on the dresser, seeing that it was already noon.
Carson peeled off his jeans and tank top and slipped into an oversized turquoise hoodie that went down to his knees and slipped off his shoulder. He tried to make it look as though he had just woken up (which he had), pulling on some knee-high socks and keeping one halfway up his calf. He opened the door, yawning.
Carson cried out as Dan yanked him out of the doorway and shoved him to the ground. He had smacked his head against the banister overlooking the living room, and his vision danced with black spots.
Carson shakily got to his feet, leaning on the banister for support.
"It's fine," He groaned.
"You two boys better get ready, the party is in 2 hours and I need this house spotless." Dan growled, then picked Carson up.
He threw his son back into the room with a bag of clothes.
"You'll need to change into those." He called, slamming the door.
Carson nodded, rubbing his head.
"Oof, yayyyyy. Love cleaning, favorite thing right there 10/10 would do it in my free time." He said sarcastically.
"It's my father's social status. I suggest we start up here." Carson supplied. "You seem awfully chipper today."
He walked out of the room and into a small closet, digging out the cleaning supplies.
He handed Jake a vaccum, and dug out a duster, mop, bucket, broom and pan, and some cleaning solution.
"I guess I am too, I'm finally going to leave this place." He said in an excited but hushed tone.
Carson began dusting off the picture frames and various items around the hallway. When he was finished, he moved into each room to do the same.
Carson giggled, as he weaved in between the rooms, overhearing Jake.
"I guess you're not really used to this?" He asked, grinning.
Carson finished the dusting in the upper rooms, then gathered the mop and bucket, sponges and various cleaning solutions to clean the bathrooms.
Carson went over to him, pecking Jake on the lips. "You can go rest some more, I can do this."
Carson shook his head. "Nope. You go back to bed, I've done this by myself plenty of times."
He tugged Jake back to the bed. "You. Sleep. Now. Got it?"
Carson quickly and silently finished cleaning the upstairs and moved down to the main level.
The middle level took a bit more time, and by the time Carson was done with it, he felt as if cleaning had sapped up all of what was left of his energy.
He moved down to the basement, trying to keep his mind off of all the memories he had down there.
An hour or so later, Carson was finished. He breathed a sigh of relief and went up to his father's room, which smelled strongly of alcohol, blood, and drugs, to receive his next task. Which of course, happened to be cooking.
Carson had made a few cakes, burgers, sandwiches, whatever, even a fruit salad, a cheese/cracker platter, veggie platter, and a thing of chips and dip. Nevertheless, he was worn out.
"I'm here," Carson replied, walking out and grabbing a hold of Jake to steady him. "Are you okay?"
"K." He went into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water, handing it to Jake.
"are you sure you're okay?" Carson asked, placing his hand on Jake's forehead.
"I'll be right back with some ibuprofen." Carson went up to his room to grab the medication.
Carson came sprinting down the stairs, and he handed Jake the meds. He then slowly and carefully helped Jake up, supporting the bigger boy's weight.
"Take those, please. Has this happened before?" Carson asked, worry filling his eyes.
"Oh my god... I'm taking you to the ER!" Carson shouted, filled with panic.
"Nope. I can hurry back, and this is more important to me. I don't care what happens to me, you are literally the only thing that's worth living for, at least for me." Carson said, scooping up the bigger boy in his arms.
Carson sighed, tucking his hair behind his ears. "Jake, please. Just listen to me. You keep trying to protect me with no mind to your wellbeing."
Carson dug a few things out of the basement, including a long metal pole. He knew his father was going to force him to do it anyway, so he just decided to set it up.
Carson had finished setting up and decided to practice. If he was going to please his father, he better not be rusty during his performance.
He flopped on the makeshift stage, which held the pole. "Bleggghhh." He groaned.
Carson shot up, and took the stairs two at a time. "Jake?" he said, hearing the thump. He knocked on the bathroom door frantically.
Carson burst through the door, gasping. "Jake!" He cried, kneeling and gently shaking his shoulders.
Carson shakily pulled out his phone and dialed 9ll.
"Hello? Yes, I need help. My... boyfriend passed out. Huh- Oh, the address is 761 Chumchu Street. Yes, I think he is still breathing, but very slightly. Okay, thank you."
Jake heard Carson's voice, but couldn't see anything. He walked around, almost as if he was still himself. He heard footsteps and looked at a wide screen that showed what was happening. Dan burst into the bathroom, cursing and kicked Carson aside. "What did you do Boy?! He was supposed to put on a show! And your little phone call won't get him out of here! I'll 'fix' him now move!" Dan yelled, picking Jake up and taking him out of the bathroom.
"Dad wait!" Carson shouted, jumping up and racing after him.
He skidded to a stop in front of him, walking backward.
"Dad, please, just listen to me! He means everything to me, I can't just let him get hurt and stand by and do nothing!"
"DAD!!" Carson shouted, pounding his fist on the door.
He backed up and slammed his body into the wood.
"Dad, don't you dare touch him!!"
Carson let out a groan of frustration. He slid his back down the door, fighting off tears.
The doorbell rang, and Carson peeked downstairs through the window by the door. It was Dan's friends, as Dan had cancelled the ambulance.
"DAD YOUR FRIENDS ARE HERE," Carson yelled.
"They're expecting you, not me! Plus, I still have to get ready." Carson explained, trying to get his father away from Jake.
Carson heaved a sigh of relief, glad that he had stalled the man. He quickly made his way to his room, changing into the sleek black, very revealing clothes.
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Carson sat on his bed, pulling his knees close to his chest. He fought to keep the tears at bay. He couldn't cry, at least not now.
"God," he murmured, wiping his eyes. "I'm a mess."
He stood up, checking his reflection in a mirror. He stood in his doorway.
"BOY!" Dan shouted from inside his room. "GET THE DOOR."
"Yes father." Carson sighed.
He walked down to stairs to open the door. He was greeted by the faces of many horny men.
"Well crap." He whispered.
They swarmed in, a few of them looking at Carson, others licking their lips.
Carson stepped between the man and Jake.
"Shove off!" He growled.
The man laughed, and the others joined in.
"And what do you think you're going to do, squirt?" He chuckled. "You'd be better off playing the role of a pet."
Carson was trembling slightly. He had never stood up to his father's friends.
Carson fisted his hands at his sides. He stared at the floor.
The men smiled, whispering to each other. His heart was beating a million miles an hour.
One of the men stepped forward, frowning. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
(SOrry it's taking so long, I'm typing on my screen, not using my keyboard cause it's broken, sorry!!)
"You're supposed to please us, remember boy?" The man snorted, narrowing his eyes.
"It's true." Carson chimed in. "Please, follow me this way and make yourselves comfortable."
Carson pulled Jake aside. "You should go get changed if you want to help me."
Carson walked throughout the room, gently swaying his hips. He carried a tray of drinks, and he passed out the alcohol to the men.
Carson winced as one man slapped his ass, but instead turned and winked at him. When he turned back around, he gagged and rolled his eyes.
Jake scowled, then smiled as he saw Carson's reaction as one man stood up and patted Jake's back, whispering into his ear. "Meet me in the basement." Jake shrugged, like he was agreeing and set the tray down. He walked to Carson. "I'll be back in a minute okay?" He asked.
Carson nodded, walking over and pecking Jake on the cheek. "if you need anything, let me know." He said with a smile to the man, but looking at Jake instead.
Jake nodded and walked away, toward the basement where the man had dispersed. He walked down the stairs, entering the black whole, gaping open for him. "Hello?" He asked and lights came on, and music came on. The light glinted off of something and he walked towards it, squinting. "Put on a show for me boy!" The man's voice rang as he sat in front of the pull. Jake gulped, walking towards it hesitantly.
Carson continued to walk around, put a man yanked him by the hips into his lap.
"why don't you come and sit with me for a bit?" He slurred as the drinks and tray crashed to the floor.
Carson tried to wriggle out of his grasp, fighting against the strong man's grip.
Upstairs, the men were arguing over Carson. He tried to get out, only to be tugged back in. He yelled out as one began to peel off the tight black fabric of his suit.
The fabric tore, and Carson backed away into a corner. Someone pulled him into a room and locked it, yelling through the wood.
"You can have him next!"
The man pinned Carson against the wall and eagerly began to remove his clothes.
(Lol mine is about to get graphic. Lol sorry, I ship super hard.)
The man removed his clothes and his hands began to roam all over Carson.
(Yeeeee lol, again sorry)
He stroked Carson's.... special area, sending a shiver down his spine.
He pinned Carson's arms above his head and began kissing and sucking on his neck.
Carson yelled out, but the sound was quickly smothered by the man kissing him. A few men finally burst through the door, and Carson slid down the wall to the ground as the mystery man dropped him.
The men had all left, and Carson slumped to the ground, his naked body sore and covered in cuts, bruises, hickeys, and cuts.
He wondered where Jake was and became worried. Carson pulled on some bottoms and stumbled down to the basement.
He saw Jake lying there motionless. "JAKE!" he cried, rushing over.
Carson kneeled down, shaking Jake.
"Jake..." Carson murmured, tears rolling down his face.
He gently cupped Jake's face with a hand and smiled. "Are you okay?"
Carson stood up and went into the bathroom that was nearby. He grabbed a cup, some salve, and a washcloth. He filled the cup with warm water and walked back over.
When he was finished, he applied the salve to the bump on Jake's head.
Carson set the time aside when he was done. "You okay?" He asked, gently resting his hand on Jake's.
(Np)
Carson sighed. "God... I bet you wish you had never met me. You wouldn't have had to go though this."
Carson just looked away. His shoulders were shaking, and his breathing became ragged.
"I just feel so bad that I dragged you into this," Carson said, averting his gaze to the ground.
Carson crawled under the bed, and stayed quiet, peeking out with side eyes.
Jake looked at Dan. "Hey boy. Where did we leave off?" Dan asked, taking a step closer to Jake. Jake's head pounded as he shrugged, making it look like he was thinking. Dan threw himself at Jake, pinning him to the bed and stripped their clothes off, touching Jake everywhere. Dan thrusted himself on Jake harshly and Jake winced, as he remembered Carson was under the bed. He yelped in pain as Dan bit dow on his neck.
Carson stayed as silent as possible, and he was trembling slightly. He shut his eyes closed tightly and curled up in a ball.
Jake closed his eyes as Dan flipped him over and thrusted harder, pushing on his back. Jake yelled in pain as Dan pushed hard against his scar. Dan stood and grabbed something off of a shelf and then whipped Jake with it. He instantly knew it was a whip. The whip cracked, sending an echo around the basement. Jake coud slightly feel blood spreading fluidly throughout his back and he teared up as the pain grew worse and worse, until he started crying out in pain when the whip made contact.
Carson couldn't stand the noises. He was scared. He was worried for Jake.
Carson waited until Dan was gone and quickly got out from under the bed. He ran into the bathroom, bringing painkillers, bandages, some more salves, and another cup of water with the washcloth.
"It's my fault. I could've stopped him." Carson said. "God, I'm such a scaredy cat. I feel so weak and powerless against him though."
Carson began tending to Jake's back.
Carson kissed Jake softly. "Yeah, but I still could've done something."
Carson applied the salve to the bandages, the began bandaging the wounds.
Jake didn't respond as he drifted into yet another twist of horrid dreams that held all of his worst fear. He watched, unable to o anything, Carson be killed. He also watched his parents die, then he watched from a different perspective, him being torture. finally, they stopped and revealed him n the basement, as he watched Dan 'Have fun' with Carson. He knew what would happen, and then his light tunnel formed. He didn't hesitate as he loped through it, seeing the other side. He could see him striking a ball with a bat and Carson watching, smiling. This is the life he could have wit Carson. Where nobody could hurt them. His breath shallowed as he got closer to the exit of that life and the entrance of the knew one.
Carson stopped and buried his face in his hands, body heaving with sobs.
"Oh nothing much, besides the fact that you almost died," Carson said, wiping away his tears.
Carson tilted his head slightly. "It's okay, just don't scare me like that again!"
"I don't think so boy! Your in my house and you remember that! Now, Jakey, the man who had some fun with you said you weren't good. So well I think I may have to show you how to be better. With practice comes perfection!" He said and Jake held his head high. "No Dan!" He said. "Oh well I wasn't asking. And this is how you get the whip." He shook his finger at Jake.
Carson decided to stand up for once in his life. "Dad, I'm done with being treated like this. 7 years is more than enough of sexual abuse. 8 years is more than enough of this! I know you're mad that mother left us! But you don't have to take that anger out on me! Or anyone else, for that matter. I'm done with dealing with you, dad. I'm done!"
Dan looked surprised but his emotionless mask took his face over once again. "How dare you speak of her! And I'll do what I like Carson. And what exactly are you done with? Because I'm much stronger than BOTH of you." He said and Jake looked at Carson panic stricken.
Carson balled up his fists. He knew his father was much stronger than him. His scars showed that. But hell, he was going to try this one time.
"I'm done with staying here with you! I'm done with dealing with this! I'm done with putting up with what you've been doing to me!"
"Why does it matter to you? If it did; if I did, you wouldn't have been doing this to me! You're so controlling. I can hardly leave the house without you knowing everything! God, I just want to be free, Dad. I don't want to live in constant fear and pain!" Carson shouted back.
"It stopped being family to me years ago Dad. This house is no longer a home, but instead a living hell! You're a monster, if you actually cared, then just let me leave, Dad."
Carson's heart was pounding furiously. "you know what, fine, use me this one last time. Do whatever you want. I don't care." He slipped off his shirt, revealing his heavily scarred back.
(He got dressed while Jake was asleep/dying)
"Take it or leave it, dad. I'm not going to let you touch Jake again. I've done this multiple times. One more is not going to make a difference." Carson said. "Just this one last time, Jake. Never again."
Carson took Jake's hand. "I'm not leaving you." He said, his voice breaking.
Carson looked hurt. He kissed Jake, then walked upstairs and flipped his father off. "You hurt him, I hurt you." He said, and something flickered in his eyes.
"I love you," he said to Jake. "I love you more than there are stars in the universe, okay?"
Carson walked upstairs and cried. He stayed by the basement door and sobbed his heart out. He cried to the point where his face was numb.
Carson tried. He really had. He poured out all his resentment and hatred, he poured out everything he had been feeling for the past 8 years.
Jake struggled against his strong touch, only to be punched. Dan took his shirt off, and slapped his back. Jake screamed in pain, only to have Dan kiss him to make him stop. Dan pulled out something, brushing it against Jake's legs until he knew with his heart what it was.
He had tried everything. He was so scared for Jake. He cried until he slowly drifted off, slumping down the wall.
And suddenly he was down in the basement. He saw everything as it was happening.
(Lol okay so this is about to get like some scifi shit)
[so basically angels are made from people who are in bad situations but still manage to be good or mostly good. Ex: Carson. They can only transform when pushed to the edge, mostly when someone they love is in danger or getting hurt. so yeah.]
Carson woke up with a start. His back felt heavy. He was -GLOWING??!! He stretched out his arms, and they were glowing.
He turned to look in the mirror. Large, white feathered wings sprouted from his back. they glowed white and yellow. He saw hints of turquoise in the feathers. An aqua and yellow halo hung above his head. Carson stumbled, unused to the weight on his wings. He flapped his wings, hovering in the air.
"Woooooaaaahhhh-" he said and then decided to do something.
He slowly flew down the steps to the basement. He burst through the door and barrelled into his father, knocking him to the ground.
(The badass light was Carson lol)
"uhhh, yeah?" He said, pinning down his writhing father.
(Is okie)
Carson punched Dan, who grunted the smiled.
"So you think that now you're an angel," he spat. "You think you're free?"
"Well I'm much stronger than you for one." Carson pointed out.
Minutes later, with Dan bleeding on the floor, his face a bloody mess, Carson stood up, blood covering his hands. He froze,the backed away,the adrenaline wearing off. He sank to the floor, staring at his hands.
"Oh my god." He murmured.
Carson stood up slowly and walked into the bathroom. He washed his hands. Blood splattered his clothes.
Carson walked out of the bathroom, his eyes seeing what was around him, but his brain not really focusing on it. His body felt weird, almost numb.
Carson turned to face Jake and stumbled to the bed where he lay. His white wings also had blood splotches on the feathers, like some kind of morbid stars.
"Jake." He muttered slowly.
"I'm sorry." He said. Everything was blurry. He kinda just wanted to sleep.
"Oh dear..." Carson said, and an idea popped into his head.
He spread his wings and held his arms out.
In the stories, angels had healing powers, so he thought he might try that.
The wounds slowly started healing, picking up speed as Carson focused harder.
"I know..." Carson said sadly. "I can understand if you don't like it..."
"God... This is so different. I'm scared..." Carson said. He really truly was.
"I don't know what to do," Carson pulled his knees to his chest and rested his forehead on them.
He cocooned his wings around himself too, and he started crying softly
Carson stood up and helped Jake back on the bed and took a seat next to him. He stroked Jake's hair.
"You're right. This is no time to cry and feel sorry for myself."
Carson follows his gaze and flinches, turning away and staring at his hands.
"oh no... I'm taking you to the doctor." Carson picked up Jake and cradled him in his arms. He flew up into the main level."I need you to trust me."
"Jake," Carson pleaded. "This is for your own good." He flew out the front door and into the skies.
Yeah,and I'm going to eliches TMR with my friends so I won't be on TMR either.
"Im really sorry! I just want you back..." Carson said, and tears brimmed his eyes.
Gtg))
"I need you to trust me!" Carson said firmly. "I'm going to get help."
"WHY WON'T YOU JUST BELIEVE ME?!" Carson asked. "I just want you to be safe, okay? IM JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU."
Carson landed in front of the hospital and ran inside. "My- boyfriend. He has a concussion." He explained to the doctors. "Can you help him?"
"Oh thank god," Carson said, flopping to the floor, his wings spread out.
"Um, well he got in a fight and was kicked really hard in the head." Carson lied.
"Yeah... They took out a whip and started beating him. I bandaged his back and that's how I got all this blood on me." Carson explained. It wasn't the truth but it also wasn't a lie.
Carson stifled his yawn and stretched. "So doc," he said. "Is he gonna be okay?"
Carson wrapped his wings around himself and stared at the floor. He felt kinda weird. "Jake..." He murmured.
"Okay," Carson said. "Do whatever you need to. I just want my Jake back."
Carson picked Jake up and walked out, exhausted. It was late at night, the stars were twinkling cheerfully at him despite his mood. He thanked the nurse as he signed Jake out, then flew to Jake's house.
Carson realized he had no key. "Awe frickin de frick frick!" He cursed.
"Thanks," Carson said, kissing Jake's forehead. "He stopped to pick up the keys. He turned them in the lock and opened the door. He just assumed what room was what and set Jake on the nearest bed. He laid by it, his head resting on his arms, which in turn laid on the matress.
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He spread a wing over Jake and stayed up the until the sun was shining through the window.
Carson sat down, yawning. His wings were spread out on the floor, hitting the walls.
Carson stuck out his tongue. "Coffeeeeeee..." he groaned, standing up and stumbling to the kitchen.
Carson made some coffee and poured it into to mugs, walking into the room again.
(GASP. does he have an eating disorder or what?)
"You haven't eaten for two days!" Carson said.
"You don't have to tell me... I just don't want to lose you, okay?" Carson said. "I don't want to push or rush you to do anything you don't want to. I need you to be alright. That's all I ask."
Carson chuckled lightly as well. "Oof, pulling an all-nighter was not a good idea."
"You had a severe -well still do probably- concussion. You didn't know who I was or where we were or anything like that. SO I took you to the hospital, then when they were done brought you back here." Carson informed him.
"I hurt him because he was hurting you. He deserved to be punished." Carson said in a darker tone.
Carson couldn't meet his eyes. "I-I don't know why I did it. Some urge just took over and I couldn't stop. I wanted him to feel all the pain I had over the years. I-I'm just as bad as he is now, aren't I?"
"It's ok. Don't worry about it." Carson said. It didn't sound normal, kinda monotone.
"Well, at least I rid the world of one more bad person," Carson said, turning to look at Jake. He was back to normal, but darkness still lingered in his eyes.
"God I'm such a horrible person," Carson said sadly. "I killed my own father!"
Carson stared at Jake in surprise.
"Yeah...I guess I just... Snapped."
Carson was peacefully sleeping, with no dreams or nightmares to plague him for the first time in years.
Carson spread a wing over Jake's shoulders to comfort him a little bit as he kneeled down next to him.
He stayed still next to him, knowing that sometimes a little time is all someone needs.
"Who are you talking about?" Carson asked gently.
Maybe it was his girlfriend. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, and it was immediately replaced with guilt.
lmao i really want to read this but me has to get ready for skewl ;w;
