A friendly warning

Please be advised that this story contains bad language, sexual situations and references, nudity, violence and vivid discussion about rape. As such it has been rated "M" and is geared towards mature readers.

Thursday, 5 February 2009

Chapter Twenty-three


“Now remember, Big Guy,” Johnny finished as they made for Luke’s house, “Let ‘im live, okay? There’s more to this than it seems.”


“So I gather,” Tank acknowledged dryly, “Although I’d love to hear his excuse.”


“Yeah, me too,” Johnny agreed, before turning his attention to Ripp, “You gonna be okay sweetie?”


“Yeah,” Ripp nodded, snuggling up to his partner as they continued to walk. Johnny ran a hand along his back as he pecked his head, before the house in question came into view.


“There it is,” Ripp nodded as they turned the corner, his eyes resting on a familiar looking building.


“Well, here we go,” Johnny observed as they approached the door. “Now let’s be good kitties an’ keep our claws in, huh? We ain’t aimin’ for a catfight.”



As Tank rapped his knuckles on the door, movement from a distance caught Ripp’s eye. The younger boy craned his neck in a bid to investigate further, and on doing so his face fell.


“What’s up?” Johnny asked as they awaited an answer.


“Thought this place looked familiar,” Ripp mused, gesturing to a man approaching a neighbouring house. “That’s the dad of my first boyfriend.”


The man spotted his audience, and recognition registered in his face as he returned Ripp’s stare. The youth in return gave a defiant wave as the front door to Luke’s house opened, and the teenagers turned to the sight of another fatherly figure that stood in the doorway.



“Hi guys,” he greeted simply, stepping aside to invite them into his dwelling. He led them to the front room, where Luke was seated in an armchair and nibbling on a fingernail. The sight reminded the boys of how Ripp had been earlier on.



It was Ripp who broke the silence, partly out of concern and partly to get Luke talking again.


“How’d it go?”


Luke gave a little smile as he held up a bag with the mark of a pharmacy logo.


“You were right,” he conceded, “Tested positive for both of them. Gotta stay on these for about a month.”


“Sounds about right,” Ripp acknowledged with a nod.


“I had no idea,” Luke admitted, “I didn’t mean to give you anything...”


Tank and Johnny bit hard on their tongues, but Ripp showed no such restraint as he gave a scathing reply.



“You gave me plenty!” Ripp snarled, tapping his temple, “You gave me scars, tore me so bad I couldn’t walk properly for two days!”


“I know,” Luke uttered, tears stinging his eyes, “I know just what you went through, I had it myself.”


Ripp paused for a moment as he studied the red head in the chair.


“What do you mean, ‘you had it yourself’?”


“I mean I was raped,” Luke explained with a hint of impatience, before softening his manner as he began to awaken his own ghosts. “Fuckin’ grown man, too. I’ve kept away from public restrooms ever since...”


“Whoa, whoa,” Johnny interrupted, “‘Old on a minute... you were raped, so you did it to others!? That don’t make any sense!”


“Actually, yeah,” Tank countered in a hushed tone, “It does.”


Johnny opened his mouth about to question his reasoning, but had only to remember events concerning Buzz for him to close it again. Luke’s parents studied the larger of the teenagers intently before Luke’s father decided to intervene.



“I couldn’t believe it when I found him,” the man explained, “That guy was lucky to get away, ‘cause I’d ‘ave killed him.”


“We tried to persuade Luke to get it reported,” his mother added, “But he wasn’t having any of it.”


“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Ripp defended.


“Why on earth not?!” Tank demanded, “It’s criminal offence after all!”



Ripp coolly eyed his brother as he replied with another question.


“Would you?!”


“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tank retorted, “You get attacked, you have the right to report it, right?”


“That’s what we tried to explain,” the only female piped up.


Dismissing her for the time being, Ripp elaborated on the subject.


“You’ve already seen the kind of shit we face from others,” he explained, “Anything from Lilith Pleasant to General Grunt.” At this point he indicated his plastered wrist. “Now, you imagine some dude just fucked you up the ass without your consent, leaving you barely able to walk. How would you feel after something like that? An’ don’t tell me it won’t happen ‘cause you’re straight; these fuckers don’t give a shit which way you swing.”


“How about imagining you’re a gay virgin at the time?” Luke added, “I was in the closet for the very reason Ripp just mentioned; no way was I gonna add to the humiliation I was already feeling.”


“Look what happened instead,” his father reminded, “You stored it all inside, you wouldn’t even talk to us about it.”



“I couldn’t,” he mumbled, “I wanted to forget it, not relive it.”


“But you do anyways, don’t you?” Ripp acknowledged, “Or play it down as something else and live with it that way.”


“I didn’t mean it though,” Luke protested, “I told you…”


“The effect’s the same,” Tank protested, “You don’t live with him; you don’t know him like I do, and you didn’t see him when he got back home.”


Luke looked from tanned to paler youth, not making any connection between the two.


“You two live together?” he checked.


“I’m his brother,” Tank stated as he eyed the red head, “That’s why I was ready to kill you back there.”


“Right,” Luke mused as he studied the bulky teenager, before he told his story.



“As you might have gathered, it happened in a restroom while we were out one day – I won’t go into details, I’ll just say he had a knife on him that he ‘weren’t afraid to use’.”


Luke stirred in his seat as he continued, the bitterness rising in his voice as he spoke.


“That kinda thing tends to fuck you up,” he explained as he eyed the tanned boy, “I was in pain, I wouldn’t go out because I’d get paranoid about needin’ the bathroom in a public place – I wouldn’t even go to school for that reason. My life was in ruins ‘cause of an asshole I hadn’t even met and he was still walking the streets. I’d wake at night thinking he was comin’ back for me... and anyone else I tried to tell of this thought I was making it up. I just got so bitter and angry in the end, and it went inward – nothing I could do to make it go away.”


“So you took it out on others,” Tank uttered softly, nodding in acknowledgement. Regrets of his own once more rose to the surface as he saw a pattern emerging.


“It didn’t start out that way,” Luke explained, “But as me and this first guy were getting it on, something took me over – he liked it rough and encouraged me to hurt him; was probably into that pain shit anyways, but I weren’t complaining. It just felt good being the one in control for a change... it got dangerously addictive. We all need an outlet and that became mine.”


Ripp shuffled in his seat as his gaze lowered.


“What about Ripp?” Johnny asked quietly, “He ain’t into rough.”


“No, so I found out,” Luke uttered, his eyes clouding over with the onset of tears, “By that point I got so caught up in it I didn’t notice anything else, just needed to get it outta my system. The way he was yellin’ at me afterwards though, even shaking, especially the way he was limping to the cab, just brought back what I’d gone through myself. I spotted the blood on the bedclothes and saw it as my own... I’d sunk to their level without even realising it, hurt someone else just as I’d been, and it felt awful.”


Tears trickled down Ripp’s face at the reminder of the day it happened. Luke gazed at him with sorry eyes as he spoke of the events following the unpleasant encounter.



“I wanted to apologise then, Ripp,” he told him softly.


Ripp slowly lifted his head, peering mournfully back at him with glassy blue eyes, but allowed him to continue.


“In fact I went tearing out of the bedroom to try an’ catch up with you, but you’d already left in the cab,” Luke explained, “I was left feeling sick, even shaken… went back into my room, but couldn’t stay there five minutes before I threw up. Spent the rest of the day just locked away in my room, once I’d made it bearable to stay in, running over all that had happened in my mind – torturing myself with not only what happened with you, but also that time in the restroom with that jerk. Wouldn’t even come out for dinner.”


“Thankfully we did manage to coax him out in the end,” his mother added as she ran a hand along his shoulders, “It was obvious something was wrong, but at first we put it down to his own ordeal; he took the whole thing so badly.”


“Then we found out it was something else,” his father continued, “Managed to drag it all out of him, but the state he was in afterwards, it was obvious he hadn’t meant for that to happen.”


Ripp clamped his teeth upon his quivering bottom lip as he struggled to maintain his composure. Luke brushed away tears of his own as he gave a little sniff, and Tank took advantage of the break in words to give his own account of what he’d witnessed.



“I was trainin’ with Dad when he came back,” he said, “Ripp’s usually a total goofball and the loudest in the house, yet he came crawling up the stairs with not a word, just went straight to his room. It was plain even then that somethin’ was wrong, to say nothin’ of the days that followed. He was just too quiet, barely came outta his room. An’ then the itchin’ started, like he had ants in his shorts...”


“Yeah,” Ripp continued, “Was bad enough at breakfast, but it got me in class too. This guy Dustin pulled me into a cubicle during recess and started asking about my sex life – couldn’t understand it at first, until he told me I’d probably caught something. Sure enough, when I got checked out I tested positive.”


“So you an’ Dustin go back quite a way?” Tank checked.


“Yeah,” came the careful reply, “He knows some people who’ve been where I was. He recognised the symptoms and explained it to me.”


“Lucky you for having a friend like that,” Luke acknowledged.


“Yeah,” Ripp agreed, “He’s a nice enough guy.”


Luke nodded, before once more gazing apologetically at him as he rose from his seat.


“I’m sorry,” he uttered, “I didn’t mean…”


Ripp smiled sadly as he left his chair, pulling the red headed boy into his arms.



“Thanks,” he replied softly, feeling overcome with emotion as Luke’s story began to register in his mind.


Johnny anxiously checked his watch, before sharply rising to his feet.


“We gotta go,” he excused, “Ripp and I need to be somewhere.”


Tank was about to follow suit, but Luke called after him.


“Hey Tank,” Luke beckoned as he advanced, “Can I borrow you a sec? Sounds like you could do with a good talk.”



The couple once more approached the house of Ripp’s first boyfriend as they left, and the man they’d spotted before was busy washing his car.


“Hey there, Mr Lewis,” Ripp greeted cheerfully as they passed, “How’s Mike these days?”


Mike’s father arched an eyebrow as he decided to acknowledge the boy’s presence.


“No idea,” he replied nonchalantly, “Haven’t seen him for years.”


Ripp frowned, suddenly concerned as he drew closer to the man.


“How come?” he asked, “He’s not living here anymore?”


“He ran off,” came the dismissive reply, “He knows he’s welcome back if he changes his ways.”


Ripp snorted indignantly as he crossed his arms.



“You don’t just stop being gay, you know,” he growled, “I grow tired of saying this to people, but it ain’t a choice.”


Mike’s father eyed the youngster disapprovingly, but remained quiet.


“How about this?” Ripp pressed, holding up his plastered wrist, “I got this ‘cause someone couldn’t accept the fact I’m gay! You think we choose to get this shit from people?!”


Johnny stepped up behind Ripp, deciding things had gone far enough.


“Come on, sweets,” he urged, but Ripp wasn’t done.


“There’s much worse he could have done,” he continued, “Like rape, murder, dealing in drugs… What kind of son would you rather?!”


“Ripp,” Johnny urged, tugging him away.


“Some people’s kids get killed, you know,” Ripp told him as he left, “Some guys lose their parents through death… you guys are alive for fuck’s sake, just be grateful for that!”



“I’m sorry,” Ripp uttered as they walked, “I couldn’t help it – they make me so damn angry…”


“What happened with his parents?” Johnny asked, “There had to be a reason you lost it.”


“Yeah,” Ripp explained, “His family caught us making out on the sofa; not the best way for him to tell them he prefers guys. They grounded him for an insane period, and we kept in touch through that forum. When he was finally allowed out again, we started meeting up somewhere, before that guy caught us again,” he finished, thumbing back at Mike’s former residence.


“And, his family don’t like the fact that he’s gay?”


“You heard him,” Ripp reminded, “Welcome back if he changes? No wonder he upped and left.”


“Sheesh,” Johnny breathed, his head shaking in disbelief.


“Yeah,” Ripp agreed, “That’s why I lost it.”


“Can’t say I blame you,” Johnny nodded, “Although you still gotta remember, it’s someone else’s parents you’re dealing with here.”


“More chance of him listening than Dad, right?”


Johnny gave a little chuckle.


“Yeah,” he shrugged, “Guess so.”



“You gotta be very careful with this guy,” Johnny explained as they reached their destination, “He got attacked soon after arrivin’ here, an’ he’s been very paranoid about humans ever since. Nothin’ that happens in trainin’ leaves those four walls, got it?”


“Sure,” Ripp shrugged as they approached the building, frowning as his partner walked up to the front door. “I’m more concerned about us going into his house!”


“I know,” Johnny admitted as he rang the doorbell, “I found it all very odd to start with. Dunno why I trusted him in the first place, but I’m glad I did. He’ll be more afraid of you than you need be of him.”


Ripp arched an eyebrow as they awaited a reply to the sound of the doorbell that reverberated within.


“The house is very Eastern influenced,” Johnny explained, “Said he’d studied a great deal in Japan.”


“Cool,” Ripp acknowledged, before both frowned as the front door opened by itself.


“Come in Johnny!” a voice beckoned from within.


Johnny shrugged as he complied, gesturing with his head for Ripp to follow.


“Does he always do this?” Ripp quizzed with a playful smile.


Johnny looked back at him with a serious expression, which tugged the smile from his lover’s lips as the door closed behind them.


“No,” he replied simply, before calling ahead as they walked further into the house.


“Xavier?” he called out hesitantly, his eyes spotting a bundle on the nearby couch.


“Over here,” a voice replied, a head peeking from the depths of the cushions.


The two boys followed their ears as they traced the sound, and were left gazing upon the green figure stretched out along the sofa.



“Hey,” Johnny greeted, briefly introducing Ripp before looking back at his teacher. “You okay? You don’t look so good…”


Xavier smiled weakly as he pulled himself to a sitting position, looking distinctly uncomfortable as he did so.


“Oh, I’ll be fine thanks,” the man replied, “Once the codeine takes effect, at least.”


“Why, what’s up?”


It was an innocent enough question, but Johnny’s brow twitched into a frown at the expectant nature of Xavier’s stare, as though studying his manner.



“Ah, I see,” came the eventual observation, “I gather your father hasn’t yet explained this to you; although you are still quite young, maybe he is merely waiting a little while…”


“Explained what?” Johnny checked, resting a hand on his hip, “What’re you on about?”


After nursing his lower abdomen with a slightly pained expression, Xavier’s hand then rubbed at the base of his head as he wore a sheepish smile.


“I probably shouldn’t be the one to tell you this,” he began awkwardly as he slowly returned Johnny’s gaze, “But Gotzoian males menstruate fortnightly, or thereabouts.”


Johnny’s jaw slowly fell open as he struggled to comprehend what he was being told.


“I beg your pardon?!” he finally checked, scratching his head as he pondered which issue to address first.


“You’re on your period?” Ripp checked, making the decision for him.


“I am indeed,” Xavier confirmed, a smile playing upon his lips as he observed the baffled alien teenager. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry yourself just yet; they don’t begin until around the time of your eighteenth birthday.”


“But I’m gonna get ‘em?” Johnny checked.


“You have Gotzoian blood in your veins, so yes,” came the reply, “They last only two days, unlike a woman’s three or four.”


“Uh-huh,” Johnny acknowledged slowly, “How bad do they get? You’re waitin’ for somethin’ as strong as codeine to kick in, that ain’t soundin’ too good…!”


“It depends,” his tutor told him, “They do tend to be worse than for females, but then some women apparently suffer badly too.”


Johnny’s head dropped at the news, nursing his brow. Ripp meanwhile slowly turned back to the seated form as something else occurred to him.


“Hold on a minute,” Ripp checked hesitantly, “Does this mean he can grow babies inside him, like women can?”


“We can fall pregnant if that’s what you mean,” Xavier replied, a playful smile upon his face, “This is why the technicians only pollinate the males. They take the eggs from their own bodies, and use the man’s sperm to fertilise them.”



A bewildered whistle escaped Ripp’s lips, while Johnny straightened as he realised the true implication of his plight. The couple looked at each other, a smile slowly spreading across their faces as they looked back at Johnny’s mentor.


“We can have a real family?” Ripp checked, but Johnny was quick to intervene as Xavier rose to his feet.


“Hey, hold your horses,” Johnny chided, yet still unable to banish the delighted smile from his own lips. “Let’s get you back on your feet first, huh?”


The oldest alien chuckled as he led them out of the room.


“You are both still young,” he reminded them as he sensed the hope brewing inside the human teenager, “And Johnny hasn’t matured enough to be able to conceive yet.”


“I know,” Ripp conceded, before excitedly presenting his case, “But to someone who’d been resigned to having to adopt later on…!”


“Later, sweetie,” Johnny grinned, his face falling as he pondered the flip-side of his predicament, “If you find me in the school halls doubled up in agony, you’ll know why!” he finished with a scowl.


“Aww,” Ripp chuckled, slipping an arm round his waist, “I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”


Xavier allowed a wry smile to tug at his lips as he beckoned them into his training room, not wishing for Johnny’s sake to let on how badly he had suffered earlier in the day.



“Johnny already knows this, but I’ll explain to you quickly,” the alien man said to Ripp, “His physical training is over. From now on we’ll be beginning with meditation, which I gather you could do with too.”


“Not a bad idea,” Johnny agreed, “It’ll help you relax, hopefully refresh you too.”


“Oh, cool,” Ripp shrugged, “Okay, what do I have to do?”


Xavier seemed to be lost in concentration for a moment, and soothing oriental style music drifted softly through the air. Inviting the other two to get comfortable, he began to speak dreamily as he rested his hands on his knees.


“You may become so relaxed you’ll fall asleep,” Xavier told him, “That’s perfectly fine if you wish to do so.”


Ripp’s head tilted briefly from his spot on the floor, resting a hand on his belly as the back of his head lay on his other arm.


“Sounds good to me,” came the cheeky reply. Johnny sniggered as he knowingly shook his head.

The man’s large black eyes closed as he began to talk all three of them into a meditative state.



“Imagine yourself in a place of your choosing, where you can relax…”


Ripp’s eyes closed, his breathing deepened as he felt himself drift. He saw his special place through fresh, innocent eyes, his young face wearing a happy smile as he looked among the greenery now surrounding him.



The faintest of breezes tickled his bare skin as he began to stroll through the thicket, the blades of grass gliding between his toes as he walked. Free from the cares of the world, and even from the restrictive nature of clothes, the feeling of delight in the young boy was immense. Reaching for the ground, his little fingers plucked a fibre from the green carpet and held it to his lips, playing his new mouth organ as he continued to amble through the forest. A rustling sound could be heard some way ahead, but the young boy was not afraid; he knew he was safe here. Upon seeing the figure in the distance, he gave a delighted gasp as he dropped the grassy leaf, making haste towards the form with a happy shriek.



“Mom!”


Lyla wore a warm smile as she advanced, stepping out of the foliage before invitingly opening her arms.


“Hello Ripp,” she grinned, wrapping her arms around the naked bundle and holding him close.



“Welcome back,” Xavier smiled as Johnny opened his eyes.


Johnny gave a little salute in reply, before turning inquisitively to his boyfriend. A loving smile played upon his lips as he noticed the curled up form next to him, his head dipping closer to investigate.


“Is he asleep?” Xavier asked with interest.


Johnny gave a little nod in reply, before frowning as he leaned closer still. Ripp’s plastered hand was obscuring part of his face, but there was something strange in the way it was held there.


“What the…?” he whispered to himself as he further studied the sleeping figure, before giving a small chuckle as he sat back up. He broke into quiet giggles as he continued to watch his partner's peaceful slumber.


“Awww!” he cooed, “That’s adorable!”


Xavier eyed his student with a puzzled frown.


“What is?”


Johnny turned back to his mentor with a soppy grin stretching his mouth from ear to ear.


“He’s sucking his thumb!”


Xavier at first cocked his head in mild amazement, before, with a knowing shake of his head, he brought them both back to earth.


“Come on, back to the lesson,” Xavier hinted with a smile, “He’s obviously happy wherever he is.”

Monday, 20 October 2008

Chapter Twenty-two



Lilith had seen enough. Not wishing to dive too deeply into the private affairs of people she barely knew, she decided on the safe route as she approached the boys she had once frowned upon. There was no time to allow barriers to come between them; in fact a look at the angry youth told her the red head may not have much longer to live.

“I got him,” she offered, taking hold of Ripp’s quaking shoulder, “Go on.”

Johnny needed no second instruction. Satisfied that Ripp was in safe hands, he went trotting up to the hulking presence by the wall and firmly clutched at his arm.

“Cut it out!” Johnny snapped, pulling him away from the smaller youth. Tank glared at the green youth in reply as he turned to him, and although this time his anger was justified and aimed at someone else, it still brought back memories to Johnny of their past conflict.

“Get in line, you said!” Tank retaliated in a raised voice, his fists clenched. “You know what he did!”

“If one of you’d let me explain…!” the boy protested.

Tank’s head spun back in his direction, his mouth open about to deliver another scathing reply, but Johnny silenced him with a tap on his arm.

“Hey!” Johnny bit, his tone softened as he glanced knowingly at the flame haired lad by their side, “As temptin’ as it is to tear his throat out, remember where we are. We’re all here to get help, right?”

“Me included,” the boy attested as he glowered at the bigger of the two.

Tank glanced back at him through narrowed eyes before marching off a little, slamming a fist against the wall in an attempt to ease the pressure building in his veins.

“Thanks,” the red head told Johnny with a sigh of relief, but his gratitude was short lived as the blond alien scowled at him in reply.

“Hey,” Johnny warned the lad as he waved a threatening finger, “Count yourself lucky; if it were anywhere else I’d be holdin’ you down, not savin’ your ass.”

“Look,” the young man pleaded, “When I realised what’d happened, I felt sick. I tried to apologise at the time, but he’d already left…”

Johnny crossed his arms as he studied the freckled features of the boy before him, not hiding the anger burning in his eyes.

“So how’d you let it get that far in the first place?!” Johnny exploded, “Do you have any idea what he’d already bin through before you tore ‘im open?!”

“Stop, please...” the youth whimpered, cradling his head in his hand. Johnny’s mouth opened in readiness to continue his onslaught, but on spotting the now troubled appearance of the boy before him, he soon closed it.

“It’s hard to explain, especially here,” the boy began, “I lost control, an’ by the time it was over it was too late. In fact I threw up when it dawned on me, okay?!” His voice rose in frustration and distress as he continued. “I was that disgusted at myself I was physically sick, and I shut myself in my room for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t even go down for dinner; if I couldn’t face myself, what chance did I have with my parents!?”

Johnny and Tank exchanged looks of disbelief as the half-alien’s arms loosened a little.

“You mean they know?” he checked.

The red head smiled wryly in reply.

“Yeah, they know,” he confessed, “Although they had to drag it from me after noting how quiet I was… Which they thought was something else at first, but that’s beside the point.”

He allowed the other boys a moment to process what they’d been told so far, as he gazed upon the sobbing bundle in Lilith’s arms. He nodded gently in Ripp’s direction as he continued to speak.

“I went flyin’ outta my room to try and make it up to him,” he told them, “By the time I opened the front door though, he’d already been driven away by the waiting cab.”

The others studied his body language intently as he turned back to them.

“He ain’t going anywhere now,” he hinted, “Please…”

“It’s okay,” she soothed quietly as Ripp’s tears began to dry.

Ripp turned slowly to Lilith as her words drifted into his troubled mind. As his glassy eyes fell upon her, the tears still present distorted his vision of the female by his side. No longer did he see the teenager who’d given Johnny and him grief at the festival, but someone completely different.

His eyes took on a pleading manner as he uttered a single word.

“Mom...?”

So saying, he advanced in one movement to wrap his arms around her, burying his head into her shoulder.

Lilith’s brow twitched into a puzzled frown as she caught him, but decided for now to play along. Holding him close as though they really were related in such a way, she began to stroke his head as she pondered all that was taking place. What had happened to this boy to reduce him to such a state?

A little voice in her ear gave an indication of his anxieties as he clung to her.

“He hurt me, Mom...”

“It’s okay,” she replied quietly, “He can’t hurt you now.”

“Please, just let me make it up to him...”

Johnny hesitantly eyed the youth before looking back to his partner, frowning as he spotted him nestled in Lilith’s arms. His gaze moved to Tank, both of them asking each other silently if such a move was wise. Eventually Johnny shrugged, laying a hand on the boy’s shoulder as he took them across.

Lilith looked at Johnny as they approached, speaking quietly in way of an explanation.

“He called me Mom...!” she told him, watching for a reaction.

Johnny’s head lowered in despair, while Ripp stirred from the depths of her arms, regaining his grip on reality as he looked sheepishly at her.

“Sorry,” he muttered as he pulled away, again looking crestfallen.

“It’s okay,” she told him, while Johnny approached to run his fingers through his brown mane. The red head by their side also lowered his gaze as Ripp’s situation became more apparent.

“Look,” Johnny began, “The guy wanted to say somethin’...”

As Ripp returned his gaze, he caught a glimpse of the boy in question. Suddenly his manner changed, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the lad who’d inflicted such pain upon him.

“Oh really?!” he snarled, his blood bubbling furiously in his veins as he straightened to full height.

“Look, Ripp...” the boy began, but Ripp didn’t let him continue.


“You hurt me!!” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air as he began his tirade, “I dunno, was I not yellin’ or even screaming enough for you to hear the word ‘stop’, or was it just too much for you to understand?! I was in fucking agony you bastard!! We use lube for a reason y’know, I’m surprised I didn’t need stitches!”

Already the picture was painted before Lilith’s eyes of what had happened between the two, although Ripp was far from finished.

“Oh yeah, that reminds me,” Ripp continued, his voice quieter and now carrying a sardonic tone, “Remember what I said about condoms? Weren’t good enough for you to rip me open, you had to leave a couple of souvenirs too...!?”

The boy had heard enough by now. Holding up his hands, he urgently pressed forward his wish to speak.

“Whoa, whoa,” he challenged, “What souvenirs?”

Ripp looked at him in amazement, for a moment robbed of his ability to speak as he pondered his apparent ignorance.

“Gonorrhoea and Chlamydia,” he replied, frowning a little at the boy’s puzzlement, “That’s what souvenirs, didn’t you know?”

The red head shrugged helplessly in reply, before a hand sub-consciously scratched at his crotch. Ripp noticed the gesture and gave a knowing smile in reply.

“Must’ve caught ‘em off one of the others, huh?” he suggested bitterly, before indicating the youth’s uncomfortable demeanour. “That’s one of the signs y’know, intense itching?”

Something in Ripp’s last remark registered in Lilith’s mind as she sharply looked at him. Ripp seemed to notice and turned to her briefly.

“Yeah, that’s why I looked like I had itching powder in my shorts,” he explained, turning back to the now worried looking boy before them. “You’d better get yourself checked out, Luke.”

Luke was left cradling his head in his hand at the revelation, before he once more found the strength to return his stare.

“Yeah,” he muttered, “Look, um, how’s about you all come back to mine after this?” he suggested, “There’s a reason Mom and Dad stood by me after hearin’ of this.”

Ripp stared at Luke in wonder at his last statement.

“They know about this?” he checked.

“Yeah. Long story,” came the elusive response, “But you really need to hear it from them as well as me.”

Tank arched an eyebrow at Johnny, before giving a resigning shrug.

“Fair enough,” he accepted, “We can meet in the local park…”

“That won’t be necessary,” Ripp interrupted before eyeing his brother, “I still remember where he lives.”

Tank’s face fell as he realised what Ripp was implying.

“So,” he began slowly, “You not only met with strangers, you went back to their homes too?!”

“Tank,” Johnny cut in, “Not now, huh? Things are bad enough as it is.”

Ripp’s eyes played upon the carpet, wishing the pile was dense enough to consume his very soul.

“Later then,” Tank promised as he studied the smaller form before him.

“Okay, I’ll catch ya later then,” Luke nodded, “An’ while you guys are talking, I’ll go get this seen to,” he finished, tugging at the front of his jeans.

“Good idea,” Johnny agreed, but found himself talking to his back as Luke hastily left the premises.

“Yeah, that’s what I was like after school too,” Ripp explained, “Once I heard I might’ve caught something, I was straight down the clinic.”

“Look,” Lilith uttered, “I had no idea, I’m sorry...”

Ripp gave a sad smile as his previous dark cloud crept upon him once more.

“Me too,” he breathed in reply.

“Look,” Tank told her, “You never heard any o’ this, got it?”

Lilith arched a knowing eyebrow as she looked across at the muscular figure.

“Heard what?!” she challenged, “I weren’t even here, I was some place else. Saw good reason why you guys weren’t at school, but weren’t any o’ my business so I didn’t ask.”

Tank nodded in acknowledgement, a grateful smile on his face.

“Thanks,” he said, his smile taking on a dry manner as he continued. “We won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Got it,” came her reply as she excused herself from their presence.

Lilith usually dreaded the return to her home, but this time she was indifferent as she pondered all that had happened. With all that she suffered within her family, it all now seemed so trivial. She tried to imagine how it must have been for Ripp, to be violated in such a way and to be in such pain, but had to stop when she began to feel physically sick. A new question played on her mind; how did Ripp remain so calm? If it had been her she’d have torn him apart... like Tank nearly did, she remembered. Maybe he would have done it for him, given how much of a softy Ripp was.

She stepped into her abode, brought back to the present as she heard raised voices from the lounge. She followed her ears to find the surprising sight of her twin sister engaged in a heated debate with their mother – Angela was usually the good little girl whom their parents doted on.

“How can you say that!?” Mary-Sue spluttered, “It’s disgusting!”

“They’re in love!” Angela justified, “Which is more than can be said for you an’ Dad...!”

“Don’t bring us into this!”

Lilith’s lips curled upwards into a sardonic smile as she watched the exchange. She had remained quiet for long enough.

“Give the guys a break Mom,” she bit, causing the two other females to turn with a start at her sudden appearance.

“Wait,” Angela mused slowly, “This comin’ from someone who gave ‘em more stick than I did?”

“I bumped into ‘em today,” Lilith cautiously explained, “Ripp was a total mess. Turns out their mom died and Johnny’s been takin’ care of him.”

Angela’s jaw dropped at this news.

“Oh wow,” she muttered, “No wonder they weren’t at school!”

Lilith arched a knowing eyebrow, before eyeing the woman who had given life to them both.

“Y’know, somethin’ I’ve noticed about this family,” she spat, her resentment bubbling over after all she’d encountered previously, “They don’t give a shit about anyone other than themselves! They forget other people have feelings too, and that they have two daughters growing up in this place!”

Not pausing to receive any comeback, she made for the back garden and reached into her pocket as she took a seat, not noticing that she had been followed.

Angela masked her initial surprise on spotting her sister with a cigarette in her hand, but her parting remark was all it took for her to banish any misgivings about Lilith’s habit. In fact, her first intention was to address what she’d said.

“Hey Lil,” she began hesitantly as she approached.

Lilith turned her head in her direction, allowing the smoke to trickle from her nostrils as she sullenly turned away again.

“Look, about what you said...”

Lilith quietly raised an eyebrow as she flicked some ash into the grass, feeling her eyes sting.

“You never got it, did you?” she remarked softly, continuing to eye the ground. “Little Miss Perfect; parents think the sun shines outta her ass, an’ then there’s the useless piece o’ shit left over that no one cares about.”

“Dustin and I’ve been talking a lot,” Angela explained as she sat by her twin, “Gave me a lot to think about.”

Lilith nodded in acknowledgement as she drew from her cigarette.

“Wondered what had changed,” she remarked.

“Yeah,” Angela agreed, “Bet you were wondering how Ripp broke his wrist?”

Lilith turned slowly to her well-informed sister with a deliberate stare.

“I was as it happens,” she concurred, “Well, not at first, but anyways...”

“That was his old man,” Angela explained grimly.

Lilith’s eyes widened as she gaped at her sister.

“Whoa...”

“Yeah, tell me about it...” Angela replied, but trailed off as Lilith began to recite what she knew of the troubled boy.

“Lessee,” she mused, “He’s had the shit beaten outta him by his own dad, his brother’s been a total jerk before now, he’s been attacked, his mom’s died...” She scoffed bitterly as she gave her verdict. “No wonder the poor guy’s in pieces.”

“‘Old on,” Angela said, “Attacked?”

Lilith looked sharply at her as she noticed the slip of her tongue.

“Yeah,” she improvised, “I dunno the details, but he saw the guy who did it. Never seen ‘im get so mad, but thinking about it I’m surprised all he did was yell – Tank was ready to rip his throat out, so it must’ve been bad.”

“Ouch,” Angela muttered, contemplating all she’d heard from whatever source.

“Yeah, exactly,” Lilith agreed, “Kinda makes you realise how lucky we really are, huh?”

“Yeah,” Angela replied, eyeing her sister sadly, “I’m sorry Lil, I didn’t mean for any o’ this to happen...”

Lilith returned her gaze with misty eyes.

“Me too,” came the reply, before something happened that she thought she could only dream of.

“Now Dad’s gone, she’s taking her shit out on us,” Angela explained, “We can’t afford to stay apart anymore, we need to stick together.”

“Too right,” Lilith agreed, “An’ that guy deserves a bouquet for makin’ us realise that.”