Dennis_R_Luver!
02-11-2005, 20:40
A young lad sat shivering against a wall, his dark hair was matted and his piercing green eyes were swollen and bruised. He hugged himself tightly refusing to acknowlege the agonising pain that lay siege to his body. He was 15, and already he had experienced things that would have affected even the most steadfast adult.
His mother had left him when he was 5 years old with a local buisnessman named Jack Dalton, no note or explanation, it was only when Dennis was 10 that he was told his mother had comitted suicide shortly after leaving him with Jack. His mother had been a very quiet woman, deep sad eyes so like his own, but unlike him, she had had long red hair which before her depression had kicked in was rumoured to have been thick and lustrious. Dennis had never known his father , he had been told that he had abandoned his mother while she was pregnant, and the boy's strongest desire was to meet his father, in his head at night he fantasised about a loving, caring dad who would do anything for his kid, then in the morning when he woke back up in the real world he would taste salty tears as he realised that that future would never happen.
jack Dalton was one of the most feared men in their part of London, he was cunning and extremly merciless, if someone crossed him, there would be no time for apologies, that person would be dead by the next morning. Oh Jack made sure to it that everyone feared and respected him even if he used somewhat..despicable methods. But what not everyone knew about Jack was that he was gay and had most unfortunately taken an interest in him who had refused his advances. One infamous night however, jack had forced himself upon the lad(who was 12 at the time) and since then his life had became a living nightmare. JAck never gave him money unless he 'earned it' so he was forced to humiliating rituals to jack in order to recieve his 'pocket money'. Anger thick enough to choke him often engulfed him at times but scared and alone, he didnt know how to control it and often ended up badly beaten. So that was how he found himself now, one of Jack's associates Andy had taken offense at a timid comment made by him earlier and along with several of andy's 'mates' had given dennis a severe thrashing. then spitting on his curled form, they left laughing and high fiving each other.
Suddenly the teenager looked up, cracked blood covering his nose and mouth, eyes slightly dazed he heared a person enter the flat ( they had dragged the boy to a nearaby so called deserted flat) and huddling against the wall he bowed his head against his bruised arms.
The man whisted cheerfully as he drained the last dregs of milk from his carton in the otherwise empty fridge, wiping his milk moustache with his hand, he froze as he heard a slight groan in the other room. Cautiously he walked down the hallway, eyes drawn to the bloodied foot prints and opening his spare room door, he gasped as his eyes took in a teenage boy lying slumped against the wall, his face pale and bloodied, his breathing was agonised and green eyes keenly watched his every movement with something like terror...
Den: (swallowing his shock) What happened to you? and why are you in my flat?
Dennis sighed in relief...maybe the man wouldnt hurt him...at least yet...
LEmmme know what ya think! plz!
His mother had left him when he was 5 years old with a local buisnessman named Jack Dalton, no note or explanation, it was only when Dennis was 10 that he was told his mother had comitted suicide shortly after leaving him with Jack. His mother had been a very quiet woman, deep sad eyes so like his own, but unlike him, she had had long red hair which before her depression had kicked in was rumoured to have been thick and lustrious. Dennis had never known his father , he had been told that he had abandoned his mother while she was pregnant, and the boy's strongest desire was to meet his father, in his head at night he fantasised about a loving, caring dad who would do anything for his kid, then in the morning when he woke back up in the real world he would taste salty tears as he realised that that future would never happen.
jack Dalton was one of the most feared men in their part of London, he was cunning and extremly merciless, if someone crossed him, there would be no time for apologies, that person would be dead by the next morning. Oh Jack made sure to it that everyone feared and respected him even if he used somewhat..despicable methods. But what not everyone knew about Jack was that he was gay and had most unfortunately taken an interest in him who had refused his advances. One infamous night however, jack had forced himself upon the lad(who was 12 at the time) and since then his life had became a living nightmare. JAck never gave him money unless he 'earned it' so he was forced to humiliating rituals to jack in order to recieve his 'pocket money'. Anger thick enough to choke him often engulfed him at times but scared and alone, he didnt know how to control it and often ended up badly beaten. So that was how he found himself now, one of Jack's associates Andy had taken offense at a timid comment made by him earlier and along with several of andy's 'mates' had given dennis a severe thrashing. then spitting on his curled form, they left laughing and high fiving each other.
Suddenly the teenager looked up, cracked blood covering his nose and mouth, eyes slightly dazed he heared a person enter the flat ( they had dragged the boy to a nearaby so called deserted flat) and huddling against the wall he bowed his head against his bruised arms.
The man whisted cheerfully as he drained the last dregs of milk from his carton in the otherwise empty fridge, wiping his milk moustache with his hand, he froze as he heard a slight groan in the other room. Cautiously he walked down the hallway, eyes drawn to the bloodied foot prints and opening his spare room door, he gasped as his eyes took in a teenage boy lying slumped against the wall, his face pale and bloodied, his breathing was agonised and green eyes keenly watched his every movement with something like terror...
Den: (swallowing his shock) What happened to you? and why are you in my flat?
Dennis sighed in relief...maybe the man wouldnt hurt him...at least yet...
LEmmme know what ya think! plz!