Post by nick on Jul 21, 2008 23:33:44 GMT -5
[ this is kind of au in that they don't have magic. but other than that, pretty much normal for nick & andy. sorry if this sucks, i wouldn't really know how people act when they're abused because it's never happened to me. but i tried. and personally, i'm satisfied. but, comments & constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. ]
The bus was a place that Nick rarely found himself, despite the fact that he didn't have a driver's license or even a permit.
No, usually, when Nick walked out of the grocery store where he worked around eight at night, Andy Smith's white '93 Chevy Caprice was waiting for him. It was an old car, always messy, always made fun of, but somehow, Nick always felt safe and like he belonged when he rode in the Caprice. Maybe it was because it was Andy's car. When he'd first met Andy, the boy made him feel loved, like he belonged, safe. And he'd always had the Caprice.
Tonight, though, there was no white Caprice waiting to pick Nick up. Andy had said he was going to visit a friend of his, and that he would be back around midnight. He'd given Nick some money to ride the bus, so he wouldn't have to walk. It was a long way from the grocery store to the apartment. Nick was only fifteen, and he probably shouldn't have been living with an eighteen-year-old, but Nick didn't listen to what people said. He loved Andy and that was that.
It wasn't a very long bus ride from the grocery store to the apartment, and it was only about 8:15 when Nick walked in the door. The apartment was fairly clean, especially compared to the Caprice. Nick was usually told to do the cleaning, and so he did, picking up all the messes that Andy left along with his own. It wasn't a big deal to him, but then, he'd never known anything different. Andy had been kind and loving when they'd first met, but once Nick had fallen in love with him, he'd started to control him and punish him when he didn't do what he was told. But Nick had never known any different.
The boy spent about an hour cleaning up the apartment - Nick had no idea what had gone on while he was at school, but it had made a big mess. Thankfully, he'd gotten it taken care of. No problems. Once finished with that, he'd taken a shower, made some pasta for Andy (and a little for himself, but mostly for Andy), got ready for bed, and put in a movie. The movie was The Day After Tomorrow - that'd keep him awake, right? He had to be awake when Andy got home, and he had about two hours to go until then. Unfortunately, Nick didn't even make it one, and had fallen asleep on the comfy grey couch by the time the clock hit 11:11 PM. He would need that wish when Andy got home.
"Nick? Nick! Nick, open the damn door!" The knocks had been a normal volume at first. Letting Nick know he was home. And steadily, they'd gotten louder, more frantic. Why the hell wasn't he answering? Andy was ready to eat and take a shower and curl up with his 'boyfriend,' known affectionately as his 'little bitch.' Plus, Andy was vaguely stoned, which didn't help his temper any.
It took a few moments of knocking (but not that long) to wake Nick. Thankfully, he'd learned to be a light sleeper because of Andy. The boy practically flew out of bed and down the hallway once he was awake, almost running into one of the walls before reaching the door. Nick pulled it open, looking up at Andy and biting his lip softly. "I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep..." He apologized quietly, holding the door open for Andy and shutting it behind him. Andy hung his jacket on one of the hooks, perfectly lined up with the other jackets. He was calm for a few moments, just looking at the younger boy. "Nick." Andy smiled sweetly at him, and Nick knew what was coming. He tensed up a little bit just before Andy raised his hand, the back of it making a loud thud against Nick's cheek. "Why did you 'accidentally' fall asleep?"
"I... I'm sorry, Andy," Nick's voice was barely a whisper, his head was turned down so he was looking at his socks, "I didn't mean to... You know I didn't mean to..." He clasped his bony hands tight, shutting his eyes for a few brief moments.
Andy yanked the boy's head up. "Look at me," He held Nick's jaw tightly, looking into the boy's brown eyes once they were open and squeezing his jaw a little tighter, "I don't know what makes you think you can do this," He kicked the boy's shin, causing Nick to sink a little bit due to the pain, "But you can't. You stay awake until I fucking tell you to sleep." He kicked the other shin, letting go of the boy's jaw.
"Andy, please... I didn't mean to," Nick bit his lip for a few moments before letting it go, "I didn't mean to..." He trailed off, continuing to look at the taller boy. "I'm sorry..."
"You better be fucking sorry, Nick," Andy grabbed the younger boy's wrist, twisting it and hearing a few rather gross noises before heading into the kitchen to eat dinner. Nick fell to the ground, hair hanging over his eyes and tears running down his cheeks. He was nearly silent with his crying, though, because if Andy noticed, well, he'd just be in more trouble, and he'd already messed up enough.
His wrist hurt like hell, and so did his shins, his jaw, his cheek... But mostly his wrist. Nick was a little worried that he'd sprained it or dislocated it or something... But, he couldn't go to the hospital now. Instead, Nick forced himself to get up, headed into the bathroom to put some bandages on his legs. They were bleeding, Andy's shoes had hurt a lot. But he had deserved it. He had messed up, and he needed to be punished.
Nick wiped his eyes, forcing himself to stop crying and tucking some of his hair back. Well. Well, well, well. He supposed he'd gotten himself into this. He'd have to try harder to stay awake, tomorrow. He didn't want to be punished again. It seemed like he couldn't do anything right... Nick knew he was a fuckup, he'd been informed of that by his parents, but he hadn't known it was to this extent.
"I'm sorry, DeeDee," Nick sat down in front of Andy at the table, clasping his hands and looking at the table for what seemed like ages before up to the boy, "Do you like the pasta, though?" He hoped he had done at least something right. The house was clean, thank god, that was right...
Andy nodded. "Yeah, but you need to fuck off. Go to bed." His response was rather harsh, but Nick obeyed, did what he was told, and headed off to bed. All he could think about as he slept was how Andy used to fake that Nick behaved well, and how thankful he was that Andy told him what was right and wrong.
The bus was a place that Nick rarely found himself, despite the fact that he didn't have a driver's license or even a permit.
No, usually, when Nick walked out of the grocery store where he worked around eight at night, Andy Smith's white '93 Chevy Caprice was waiting for him. It was an old car, always messy, always made fun of, but somehow, Nick always felt safe and like he belonged when he rode in the Caprice. Maybe it was because it was Andy's car. When he'd first met Andy, the boy made him feel loved, like he belonged, safe. And he'd always had the Caprice.
Tonight, though, there was no white Caprice waiting to pick Nick up. Andy had said he was going to visit a friend of his, and that he would be back around midnight. He'd given Nick some money to ride the bus, so he wouldn't have to walk. It was a long way from the grocery store to the apartment. Nick was only fifteen, and he probably shouldn't have been living with an eighteen-year-old, but Nick didn't listen to what people said. He loved Andy and that was that.
It wasn't a very long bus ride from the grocery store to the apartment, and it was only about 8:15 when Nick walked in the door. The apartment was fairly clean, especially compared to the Caprice. Nick was usually told to do the cleaning, and so he did, picking up all the messes that Andy left along with his own. It wasn't a big deal to him, but then, he'd never known anything different. Andy had been kind and loving when they'd first met, but once Nick had fallen in love with him, he'd started to control him and punish him when he didn't do what he was told. But Nick had never known any different.
The boy spent about an hour cleaning up the apartment - Nick had no idea what had gone on while he was at school, but it had made a big mess. Thankfully, he'd gotten it taken care of. No problems. Once finished with that, he'd taken a shower, made some pasta for Andy (and a little for himself, but mostly for Andy), got ready for bed, and put in a movie. The movie was The Day After Tomorrow - that'd keep him awake, right? He had to be awake when Andy got home, and he had about two hours to go until then. Unfortunately, Nick didn't even make it one, and had fallen asleep on the comfy grey couch by the time the clock hit 11:11 PM. He would need that wish when Andy got home.
"Nick? Nick! Nick, open the damn door!" The knocks had been a normal volume at first. Letting Nick know he was home. And steadily, they'd gotten louder, more frantic. Why the hell wasn't he answering? Andy was ready to eat and take a shower and curl up with his 'boyfriend,' known affectionately as his 'little bitch.' Plus, Andy was vaguely stoned, which didn't help his temper any.
It took a few moments of knocking (but not that long) to wake Nick. Thankfully, he'd learned to be a light sleeper because of Andy. The boy practically flew out of bed and down the hallway once he was awake, almost running into one of the walls before reaching the door. Nick pulled it open, looking up at Andy and biting his lip softly. "I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep..." He apologized quietly, holding the door open for Andy and shutting it behind him. Andy hung his jacket on one of the hooks, perfectly lined up with the other jackets. He was calm for a few moments, just looking at the younger boy. "Nick." Andy smiled sweetly at him, and Nick knew what was coming. He tensed up a little bit just before Andy raised his hand, the back of it making a loud thud against Nick's cheek. "Why did you 'accidentally' fall asleep?"
"I... I'm sorry, Andy," Nick's voice was barely a whisper, his head was turned down so he was looking at his socks, "I didn't mean to... You know I didn't mean to..." He clasped his bony hands tight, shutting his eyes for a few brief moments.
Andy yanked the boy's head up. "Look at me," He held Nick's jaw tightly, looking into the boy's brown eyes once they were open and squeezing his jaw a little tighter, "I don't know what makes you think you can do this," He kicked the boy's shin, causing Nick to sink a little bit due to the pain, "But you can't. You stay awake until I fucking tell you to sleep." He kicked the other shin, letting go of the boy's jaw.
"Andy, please... I didn't mean to," Nick bit his lip for a few moments before letting it go, "I didn't mean to..." He trailed off, continuing to look at the taller boy. "I'm sorry..."
"You better be fucking sorry, Nick," Andy grabbed the younger boy's wrist, twisting it and hearing a few rather gross noises before heading into the kitchen to eat dinner. Nick fell to the ground, hair hanging over his eyes and tears running down his cheeks. He was nearly silent with his crying, though, because if Andy noticed, well, he'd just be in more trouble, and he'd already messed up enough.
His wrist hurt like hell, and so did his shins, his jaw, his cheek... But mostly his wrist. Nick was a little worried that he'd sprained it or dislocated it or something... But, he couldn't go to the hospital now. Instead, Nick forced himself to get up, headed into the bathroom to put some bandages on his legs. They were bleeding, Andy's shoes had hurt a lot. But he had deserved it. He had messed up, and he needed to be punished.
Nick wiped his eyes, forcing himself to stop crying and tucking some of his hair back. Well. Well, well, well. He supposed he'd gotten himself into this. He'd have to try harder to stay awake, tomorrow. He didn't want to be punished again. It seemed like he couldn't do anything right... Nick knew he was a fuckup, he'd been informed of that by his parents, but he hadn't known it was to this extent.
"I'm sorry, DeeDee," Nick sat down in front of Andy at the table, clasping his hands and looking at the table for what seemed like ages before up to the boy, "Do you like the pasta, though?" He hoped he had done at least something right. The house was clean, thank god, that was right...
Andy nodded. "Yeah, but you need to fuck off. Go to bed." His response was rather harsh, but Nick obeyed, did what he was told, and headed off to bed. All he could think about as he slept was how Andy used to fake that Nick behaved well, and how thankful he was that Andy told him what was right and wrong.