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roxyAnd of course, my struggle for a title. Hmmm.To Kill A Mocking Bird? Nawww...Oh well, something will come to me!
So, a new bit for you, my preciouseses...eses.Gather around, gab a cookie and sit down, while Auntie Roxy spins a tale of daring do!
Heh. not really.It just this!
Lex slowly became aware that first, he wasn’t dead, and that was ok. Second, he wasn’t in his bed, or his bedroom…not so ok. Third, his dad was hanging over him. So beyond not ok, it was ridiculous.
He felt something warm wrapped around the back of his head, and for a moment couldn’t figure out what it was, but when his head came forward and a glass of water was pressed against his lower lip, he realized it was his dad’s hand, gently holding his head up so he could drink. He took a few sips and thought isn’t that nice, Daddy’s concerned, and puked the water back up.
The next time he swam back to consciousness, he knew he was in his dad’s apartment, in his dad’s bedroom. Complete with Dad, who was sitting across the room and reading, a cup of coffee by his side …morning? Or was it night?
Lex started to say something but stopped when his throat burst into flame. It made him groan, which made the pain even worse, like gargling with glass. His dad looked up at the noise, and a look of concern flowed over his face and took Lex completely by surprise, for a moment he thought he must still be hallucinating.
His dad came toward the bed, and stared down at Lex.
“Son. You’re up.” Lex tried to smirk, and his dad smiled and took his hand. That was …strange. Lex couldn’t summon any muscle control; his hand lay in his dad’s like a dead thing.
“Wharrr…” he tried to speak, but his dad shushed him.
“It’s Monday. You’ve been out of it for almost two days.”
“Wee—arr-“ his face broke into pieces and his lungs tried to squeeze out through his mouth. and yes, his throat had definitely been scoured with barbed wire while he slept, thank you.
His dad brought him a glass of water, but Lex eyed it skeptically. He was pretty sure he remembered what happened the last time he tried to drink. His dad seemed to read his mind because, “Small sips,” he said, and patiently held the glass so Lex could do just that. When he reached up to tip the glass more, he realized his hand was bandaged; he had a splint on it and as soon as he saw it a lance of pain made him wince. He frowned and looked at his dad. who was wincing also in sympathy.
“Your ah—fingers were …broken--Toby set them, a friend of yours? A –sort of doctor?”
Lex grinned in spite of the pain, thinking what a sight that must have been, his dad and Toby meeting…
“He left some pills for you, but you’re only to take them,” He picked up the bottle and read, “Two a day? Hunh. They must be strong.” He took them across the room and set them down by his chair. He caught Lex’s glance around the room and smiled. “It just seemed easier to bring you here, we put you in my room because… well. I don’t really know,” he laughed. “I guess it’s a reflex, your child hurts, and you want them close to you.”
Lex listened to this little speech with total disbelief.
His father had done the best he could to keep him farther than arms length ever since his mother died-- ever since Julian died and his mind skittered away from that thought. Even though his father had eventually realized that his mother, poor screwed up being, had been the one to snuff out his brother’s brief, brief life, and not Lex as he’d been led to believe, the death of his brother was the death of his relationship with his dad. The gap between them widened, the silence became deeper and deeper until it was the norm in their relationship. When his mother died, his father made sure it was the best, most distant schools for him.
“At any rate,” his dad continued, “Bruce brought you here, and--”
“ Bhharrgg--” he began, and then gripped his throat and prayed fervently not to cough. What the fuck! How did Bruce get involved in this?
His mind flashed with images of what *this* was—a lot of –something, booze, and some weed, and some hash, and some—something? Something else, and this guy…this guy. Some guy. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might have teased him a bit –laughed in his face to be more accurate. Note to self, never tease a guy till he’s almost coming in his pants and then make fun of him and turn him down. Especially when you can barely walk and breathe at the same time. Not that it the first time *that* happened. Or the first time he’s gotten beat up. Only… he usually remembered those parts.
His dad looked like he wanted to ask the same question Lex asked himself, but he talked about Bruce. “You know I don’t like that boy, position or not, but he does seem to be …devoted to you. He called me to let me know that he was coming with you, that you were in bad shape, and gave me Toby’s number to call. He probably saved your life, Lex.”
Lex closed his eyes and sighed .he couldn’t speak, and he was not going to hurt himself by trying to curse.
He did not want Bruce back in his life. Bruce would sit on him and stalk him and insist he do things his way because he knew Lex so well. And after a while they began to –lose boundaries or something—it frightened Lex. It was too much for the both of them.
Ah well. What the fuck, he guessed his life couldn’t really get worse than it was now... He looked up at his dad and begged him with his eyes to please help him. He couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud, to ask his dad for help, but he knew. Somehow, he needed help; he needed Bruce. He really, really needed help….
Lex! What a surprise! I was surprised, where you?
tbc, of cawse!
So, a new bit for you, my preciouseses...eses.Gather around, gab a cookie and sit down, while Auntie Roxy spins a tale of daring do!
Heh. not really.It just this!
Lex slowly became aware that first, he wasn’t dead, and that was ok. Second, he wasn’t in his bed, or his bedroom…not so ok. Third, his dad was hanging over him. So beyond not ok, it was ridiculous.
He felt something warm wrapped around the back of his head, and for a moment couldn’t figure out what it was, but when his head came forward and a glass of water was pressed against his lower lip, he realized it was his dad’s hand, gently holding his head up so he could drink. He took a few sips and thought isn’t that nice, Daddy’s concerned, and puked the water back up.
The next time he swam back to consciousness, he knew he was in his dad’s apartment, in his dad’s bedroom. Complete with Dad, who was sitting across the room and reading, a cup of coffee by his side …morning? Or was it night?
Lex started to say something but stopped when his throat burst into flame. It made him groan, which made the pain even worse, like gargling with glass. His dad looked up at the noise, and a look of concern flowed over his face and took Lex completely by surprise, for a moment he thought he must still be hallucinating.
His dad came toward the bed, and stared down at Lex.
“Son. You’re up.” Lex tried to smirk, and his dad smiled and took his hand. That was …strange. Lex couldn’t summon any muscle control; his hand lay in his dad’s like a dead thing.
“Wharrr…” he tried to speak, but his dad shushed him.
“It’s Monday. You’ve been out of it for almost two days.”
“Wee—arr-“ his face broke into pieces and his lungs tried to squeeze out through his mouth. and yes, his throat had definitely been scoured with barbed wire while he slept, thank you.
His dad brought him a glass of water, but Lex eyed it skeptically. He was pretty sure he remembered what happened the last time he tried to drink. His dad seemed to read his mind because, “Small sips,” he said, and patiently held the glass so Lex could do just that. When he reached up to tip the glass more, he realized his hand was bandaged; he had a splint on it and as soon as he saw it a lance of pain made him wince. He frowned and looked at his dad. who was wincing also in sympathy.
“Your ah—fingers were …broken--Toby set them, a friend of yours? A –sort of doctor?”
Lex grinned in spite of the pain, thinking what a sight that must have been, his dad and Toby meeting…
“He left some pills for you, but you’re only to take them,” He picked up the bottle and read, “Two a day? Hunh. They must be strong.” He took them across the room and set them down by his chair. He caught Lex’s glance around the room and smiled. “It just seemed easier to bring you here, we put you in my room because… well. I don’t really know,” he laughed. “I guess it’s a reflex, your child hurts, and you want them close to you.”
Lex listened to this little speech with total disbelief.
His father had done the best he could to keep him farther than arms length ever since his mother died-- ever since Julian died and his mind skittered away from that thought. Even though his father had eventually realized that his mother, poor screwed up being, had been the one to snuff out his brother’s brief, brief life, and not Lex as he’d been led to believe, the death of his brother was the death of his relationship with his dad. The gap between them widened, the silence became deeper and deeper until it was the norm in their relationship. When his mother died, his father made sure it was the best, most distant schools for him.
“At any rate,” his dad continued, “Bruce brought you here, and--”
“ Bhharrgg--” he began, and then gripped his throat and prayed fervently not to cough. What the fuck! How did Bruce get involved in this?
His mind flashed with images of what *this* was—a lot of –something, booze, and some weed, and some hash, and some—something? Something else, and this guy…this guy. Some guy. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might have teased him a bit –laughed in his face to be more accurate. Note to self, never tease a guy till he’s almost coming in his pants and then make fun of him and turn him down. Especially when you can barely walk and breathe at the same time. Not that it the first time *that* happened. Or the first time he’s gotten beat up. Only… he usually remembered those parts.
His dad looked like he wanted to ask the same question Lex asked himself, but he talked about Bruce. “You know I don’t like that boy, position or not, but he does seem to be …devoted to you. He called me to let me know that he was coming with you, that you were in bad shape, and gave me Toby’s number to call. He probably saved your life, Lex.”
Lex closed his eyes and sighed .he couldn’t speak, and he was not going to hurt himself by trying to curse.
He did not want Bruce back in his life. Bruce would sit on him and stalk him and insist he do things his way because he knew Lex so well. And after a while they began to –lose boundaries or something—it frightened Lex. It was too much for the both of them.
Ah well. What the fuck, he guessed his life couldn’t really get worse than it was now... He looked up at his dad and begged him with his eyes to please help him. He couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud, to ask his dad for help, but he knew. Somehow, he needed help; he needed Bruce. He really, really needed help….
Lex! What a surprise! I was surprised, where you?
tbc, of cawse!
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