Shattered
A 7th Heaven fan fiction by CeruleanOctober
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing. Don't sue, just read.
Warnings: Abusive Kevin and non-consensual m/m sex. Do not read if you are offended by abusive Kevin, M/M, or non-consensual sex. You have been warned, so don't waste my time or yours with flames.
This fic is rated R for a reason!
Shattered
Chapter 1/?
"Why don't you come up the apartment with me and Ben tonight?" Kevin suggests. I don't know what to say. I look at Mom, at Dad. Dad looks at Mom. Mom looks at me, at Kevin. "Please?" Kevin attempts a sad puppy-dog face. Mom nods.
I still can't believe Lucy is getting married tomorrow. Lucy. Married. To a cop. A cop she met in New York, a cop who wanted to arrest her for making terrorist threats in an airport.
I guess sometimes it's true that truth is stranger than fiction, because no one could ever make something like that up. And it could only happen to Lucy.
Kevin seems like an okay guy. I mean, I think she really loves him, and he says he loves her. But I can't help thinking she could do better. Something about him…I just don't know what it is…something just never seemed right with him. I just can't put my finger on what it is.
"Simon? You want a beer?" Ben asks. I feel my eyes grow a little wide at the suggestion. I've only been drunk once, and it really wasn't my fault. But I remember how good it felt, how carefree I felt, like I was flying and nothing could ruin the mood I was in, until I started feeling sick, and then I puked and it wasn't so fun after that. My head hurt, my whole body ached. "Here. Catch." Ben throws a can to me, and I catch it on instinct.
"Ben…" Kevin says, but whatever else he might have said is cut short by Ben tossing him a beer.
I have that uncomfortable out-of-place feeling, and I just want to go home. I want to sleep in my own bed tonight with Happy right next to me. I don't want to be here, drinking beer, with Kevin and Ben, but I don't know how to get out of it, so I open the can and take a sip.
I hate the taste of beer. It's too bitter. It tastes like piss. Not that I know what piss tastes like, but that's what beer makes me think of. I wonder if they'd say anything if I took the can to the bathroom? I could dump it down the sink…
"So how's school?" Ben asks and takes a long, deep drink. He's sitting beside Kevin and I can't help but feel he's up to something.
"I don't know if she's coming," I say when I meant to say something about how great school is, and how I can't wait to be a senior next year.
"What?" Kevin and Ben say in unison as if they had practiced it.
"Mary. I don't know if she's coming to the wedding tomorrow." Ben just rolls his eyes like he could care less, and I feel like a complete idiot. Maybe he really doesn't care. Maybe he's finally over her.
"Okay. This is boring. Who's up for a game of Truth Or Dare?" Ben asks suddenly, and Kevin makes some kind of affirmative noise. I don't want to play. But I can't tell them that. I feel small enough already. "Truth or dare, Kev?"
"Truth."
"When was the last time you got drunk?"
Kevin rolls his eyes. "That's a wimpy one. It was six months ago. And you were there. Your turn. Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to drink the rest of your beer in one swallow."
Ben sighs, acts as if that would be neat to impossible. A trickle of it runs down his chin. But he doesn't miss a beat. He drains the can, then slams it down on the table. Empty.
"Simon. Truth or dare."
I feel really weird when Ben says my name. Tingly. Light headed even. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be doing this. I want to go home.
"Simon?"
I take a deep breath, take a sip of my beer. "Truth." At least they can't tell me to chug my beer. I think I'd puke if they did.
"Have you ever done more than kiss a girl?"
Have I? I've touched Cecilia's breasts. I guess that counts, even though she had her shirt on. "Yes."
Ben puts his hand up for a high five. I don't want to slap his hand, but I do it anyway. Kevin does too. And for some reason, that makes me feel even smaller, and a little bit dirty.
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The game goes on for a while. I nurse the one beer in the time Kevin and Ben drink three or four each. I don't know how many. I've lost count. And really I don't care anyway. They're both adults, they can drink if they want to.
"Come on, Simon. Drink up," Ben says.
"Go easy on him, Ben. He's just a kid."
Kevin's words, saying I'm just a kid, spark a raging heat in me. Anger. Outrage. I want to yell at him, scream at him that I'm not just a kid. I'm seventeen. I'll be an adult soon. I'm not a kid anymore.
But as usual I sit there and say nothing. I don't want to act like a child, like the kid Kevin thinks I am, and arguing with him would be childish.
"I'm just having a little fun," Ben says. I watch him get up, patting his brother's leg, using Kevin for support until he's steady on his feet. He goes to the kitchen, and Kevin goes into the bathroom.
I have to do something to prove to these two that I'm not a kid. I have to. But what? Before I realize what I'm doing, I drain my beer and clamber to the kitchen, toward Ben. "You guys got anything stronger than beer in here?"
"Why?"
"Because I want something else."
Ben opens a cabinet. "Whiskey. Vodka. Rum. Kevin's got it all."
"Can you make me a White Russian?"
Ben raises an eyebrow, but goes about fixing the drink. I think he puts a little too much vodka in it, but I take it without comment and take as big a swallow as I can. It burns all the way down, so strong it singes the hairs in my nose, but I just smile and tell Ben it's great.
"What's goin' on?" Kevin lumbers across the room. He looks like he can barely stand up.
"Just fixing Simon a White Russian." Ben hands a glass to Kevin.
Kevin takes a long drink. "Damn, little brother. That is good."
"So, are we still playing?" I ask. I put my half-empty glass on the counter, Ben refills it without comment.
"Sure. But you gotta start taking dares, Camden."
"The dare me." I take another drink. The room seems to slant just a little. I feel dizzy. But only for a second. I'm holding on to the counter to keep my balance.
"I dare you…" Ben starts, and puts his arm over my shoulder to guide me back to the chair I was sitting in before.
Kevin cuts him off. "No This one's mine. I dare you…I dare you to suck my cock."
I'm not drunk enough to let that one go by. I stare at him. I know he doesn't mean it. He can't possibly mean it. Just the thought of it, the suggestion, makes me feel sick. The bile rises in my throat, and I swallow it, follow it with a long sip of my drink.
"I'm waiting." Kevin unbuttons his jeans, pulls the zipper down.
"Kev…" Ben starts, stops. The blood is rushing through my veins, thundering in my ear. My heart feels like it's about to thump itself right out of my chest.
"I dared you, Camden. You have to do it. He has to do it, Ben. I dared him."
Ben just stands there looking at Kevin.
I glance at the hole in the floor, the steps that lead to the garage below. I feel like a deer standing in the headlights of an oncoming car. I know I need to move, but my feet are stuck in quicksand. I can't move.
Kevin steps coming toward me. There is a darkness in his eyes that stabs me like a knife in my soul. I try to run., but my feel won't move. I stumble, my knees hit the floor with a thud and a sharp pain jolting through my body.
I try to scream, but I hand clamps down against my mouth. "Get my handcuffs!" Kevin orders. I grunt and fight and try to bite him, but it's no use. Kevin drags me across the room to his bed and shoves me face down on the mattress and holds me there until Ben produces the handcuffs.
He binds my hands behind my back. I can hear them talking, I know they are talking, but the words don't make sense. It's just a jumble of sounds. The blood rushing in my ears drowns everything out. The room is spinning even though I'm face down with Kevin's hand pushing at the back of my head and I can't see anything at all.
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End chapter 1. Please read and review, but don't bother with flames.
A 7th Heaven fan fiction by CeruleanOctober
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing. Don't sue, just read.
Warnings: Abusive Kevin and non-consensual m/m sex. Do not read if you are offended by abusive Kevin, M/M, or non-consensual sex. You have been warned, so don't waste my time or yours with flames.
This fic is rated R for a reason!
Shattered
Chapter 1/?
"Why don't you come up the apartment with me and Ben tonight?" Kevin suggests. I don't know what to say. I look at Mom, at Dad. Dad looks at Mom. Mom looks at me, at Kevin. "Please?" Kevin attempts a sad puppy-dog face. Mom nods.
I still can't believe Lucy is getting married tomorrow. Lucy. Married. To a cop. A cop she met in New York, a cop who wanted to arrest her for making terrorist threats in an airport.
I guess sometimes it's true that truth is stranger than fiction, because no one could ever make something like that up. And it could only happen to Lucy.
Kevin seems like an okay guy. I mean, I think she really loves him, and he says he loves her. But I can't help thinking she could do better. Something about him…I just don't know what it is…something just never seemed right with him. I just can't put my finger on what it is.
"Simon? You want a beer?" Ben asks. I feel my eyes grow a little wide at the suggestion. I've only been drunk once, and it really wasn't my fault. But I remember how good it felt, how carefree I felt, like I was flying and nothing could ruin the mood I was in, until I started feeling sick, and then I puked and it wasn't so fun after that. My head hurt, my whole body ached. "Here. Catch." Ben throws a can to me, and I catch it on instinct.
"Ben…" Kevin says, but whatever else he might have said is cut short by Ben tossing him a beer.
I have that uncomfortable out-of-place feeling, and I just want to go home. I want to sleep in my own bed tonight with Happy right next to me. I don't want to be here, drinking beer, with Kevin and Ben, but I don't know how to get out of it, so I open the can and take a sip.
I hate the taste of beer. It's too bitter. It tastes like piss. Not that I know what piss tastes like, but that's what beer makes me think of. I wonder if they'd say anything if I took the can to the bathroom? I could dump it down the sink…
"So how's school?" Ben asks and takes a long, deep drink. He's sitting beside Kevin and I can't help but feel he's up to something.
"I don't know if she's coming," I say when I meant to say something about how great school is, and how I can't wait to be a senior next year.
"What?" Kevin and Ben say in unison as if they had practiced it.
"Mary. I don't know if she's coming to the wedding tomorrow." Ben just rolls his eyes like he could care less, and I feel like a complete idiot. Maybe he really doesn't care. Maybe he's finally over her.
"Okay. This is boring. Who's up for a game of Truth Or Dare?" Ben asks suddenly, and Kevin makes some kind of affirmative noise. I don't want to play. But I can't tell them that. I feel small enough already. "Truth or dare, Kev?"
"Truth."
"When was the last time you got drunk?"
Kevin rolls his eyes. "That's a wimpy one. It was six months ago. And you were there. Your turn. Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to drink the rest of your beer in one swallow."
Ben sighs, acts as if that would be neat to impossible. A trickle of it runs down his chin. But he doesn't miss a beat. He drains the can, then slams it down on the table. Empty.
"Simon. Truth or dare."
I feel really weird when Ben says my name. Tingly. Light headed even. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be doing this. I want to go home.
"Simon?"
I take a deep breath, take a sip of my beer. "Truth." At least they can't tell me to chug my beer. I think I'd puke if they did.
"Have you ever done more than kiss a girl?"
Have I? I've touched Cecilia's breasts. I guess that counts, even though she had her shirt on. "Yes."
Ben puts his hand up for a high five. I don't want to slap his hand, but I do it anyway. Kevin does too. And for some reason, that makes me feel even smaller, and a little bit dirty.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The game goes on for a while. I nurse the one beer in the time Kevin and Ben drink three or four each. I don't know how many. I've lost count. And really I don't care anyway. They're both adults, they can drink if they want to.
"Come on, Simon. Drink up," Ben says.
"Go easy on him, Ben. He's just a kid."
Kevin's words, saying I'm just a kid, spark a raging heat in me. Anger. Outrage. I want to yell at him, scream at him that I'm not just a kid. I'm seventeen. I'll be an adult soon. I'm not a kid anymore.
But as usual I sit there and say nothing. I don't want to act like a child, like the kid Kevin thinks I am, and arguing with him would be childish.
"I'm just having a little fun," Ben says. I watch him get up, patting his brother's leg, using Kevin for support until he's steady on his feet. He goes to the kitchen, and Kevin goes into the bathroom.
I have to do something to prove to these two that I'm not a kid. I have to. But what? Before I realize what I'm doing, I drain my beer and clamber to the kitchen, toward Ben. "You guys got anything stronger than beer in here?"
"Why?"
"Because I want something else."
Ben opens a cabinet. "Whiskey. Vodka. Rum. Kevin's got it all."
"Can you make me a White Russian?"
Ben raises an eyebrow, but goes about fixing the drink. I think he puts a little too much vodka in it, but I take it without comment and take as big a swallow as I can. It burns all the way down, so strong it singes the hairs in my nose, but I just smile and tell Ben it's great.
"What's goin' on?" Kevin lumbers across the room. He looks like he can barely stand up.
"Just fixing Simon a White Russian." Ben hands a glass to Kevin.
Kevin takes a long drink. "Damn, little brother. That is good."
"So, are we still playing?" I ask. I put my half-empty glass on the counter, Ben refills it without comment.
"Sure. But you gotta start taking dares, Camden."
"The dare me." I take another drink. The room seems to slant just a little. I feel dizzy. But only for a second. I'm holding on to the counter to keep my balance.
"I dare you…" Ben starts, and puts his arm over my shoulder to guide me back to the chair I was sitting in before.
Kevin cuts him off. "No This one's mine. I dare you…I dare you to suck my cock."
I'm not drunk enough to let that one go by. I stare at him. I know he doesn't mean it. He can't possibly mean it. Just the thought of it, the suggestion, makes me feel sick. The bile rises in my throat, and I swallow it, follow it with a long sip of my drink.
"I'm waiting." Kevin unbuttons his jeans, pulls the zipper down.
"Kev…" Ben starts, stops. The blood is rushing through my veins, thundering in my ear. My heart feels like it's about to thump itself right out of my chest.
"I dared you, Camden. You have to do it. He has to do it, Ben. I dared him."
Ben just stands there looking at Kevin.
I glance at the hole in the floor, the steps that lead to the garage below. I feel like a deer standing in the headlights of an oncoming car. I know I need to move, but my feet are stuck in quicksand. I can't move.
Kevin steps coming toward me. There is a darkness in his eyes that stabs me like a knife in my soul. I try to run., but my feel won't move. I stumble, my knees hit the floor with a thud and a sharp pain jolting through my body.
I try to scream, but I hand clamps down against my mouth. "Get my handcuffs!" Kevin orders. I grunt and fight and try to bite him, but it's no use. Kevin drags me across the room to his bed and shoves me face down on the mattress and holds me there until Ben produces the handcuffs.
He binds my hands behind my back. I can hear them talking, I know they are talking, but the words don't make sense. It's just a jumble of sounds. The blood rushing in my ears drowns everything out. The room is spinning even though I'm face down with Kevin's hand pushing at the back of my head and I can't see anything at all.
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End chapter 1. Please read and review, but don't bother with flames.