I know the harsh secret, but now he needs my help to move on. [BBHS Sequel] Ch.12Hehe, sorry this took so long. Alergies are kicking my butt. i actually meant to upload this last week but i got distracted in the middle of writing it by the urge to draw :3 (And what the hell is up with this weird new way to upload?)
“So what have you been up to these past years?”
“Oh, just a normal job really,”
Wow, this is awkward.
“And what job would that be?”
“I just work at a sales company. I’m still able to do my work while I’m here though.”
Okay. So here’s the low down. The parents decided to have a family dinner so everyone could get acquainted. So currently, Linda, Troy’s mother, was sitting at our dinner table, my parents asking her questions, and Troy looking extremely uncomfortable and conflicted.
“Troy, have you thought about what you wanted to do after college?” Linda asked, bright-eyed.
He swallowed on some water, put his glass down and cleared his throat, “Um. Not particularly.”
“Oh, that’s okay. What are your interests?” She continued with a smile.
“Well, I like to read…uh… listen to music,” he sighed, and looked like he was about to choke on his own shyness.
Linda gave Troy a warm smile and reached across the table to pat his hand, “It’s okay; you still have time to figure things out.”
Troy nodded and quickly looked down at his plate, stuffing food in his mouth.
Mom and Dan looked slightly amused by the way he was acting and then Linda looked at me, “What about you Skye, have you figured out what you want to do?”
“Well, I hope to be an author; maybe I can do some work with graphic novels too. That’d be cool.”
“Ooh, that sounds interesting.”
So after that…interesting dinner we all chatted some more and I could see Troy warming up a little. He was talking more to Linda and I could see how happy she was getting. But every now and then he would revert back into to himself; understandable but still.
“It was nice getting to talk to all of you, but it’s getting pretty late,” Linda said as she stood by the door.
“Yes, it was nice getting to know you,” my mother said with a pleasant smile and a wave from Dan.
Linda moved to open the door then looked back at Troy and I, “Call me tomorrow Troy?”
He shifted his hair in front of his eyes, “Sure, I guess.”
Linda frowned slightly, “Well goodbye.”
Troy moved forward slightly and made a constricted noise. Linda turned around and raised an eyebrow, “Yes?”
He opened and closed his mouth and then settled with, “Never mind.”
She nodded at him, understanding flashing through her eyes, waved again and walked out the door.
I turned to Troy and raised an eyebrow, “What was that?”
He stuck his tongue out at me, “Absolutely nothing.”
“Yeah, I’ll believe that,” I said sarcastically.
“Okay you two; it’s late so we’re going to bed. Night,” mom said and she and Dan walked out of the room.
As soon as they left, Troy plopped on the couch, face down, and made another strangled noise. I walked over and sat on his back, “Something wrong?” I asked, slightly bouncing up and down.
“For one thing,” he said moving his head on its side so he could speak, “You’re on me.”
“Oh you love it,” I chuckled, but got off of him anyway and sat on the floor by his head, “But seriously.”
“Meh, I’m just really conflicted and confused about things.” He moved to lie on his back and outstretched his arms; motioning for me to lie next to him. I did so and snuggled up into his side, his arms wrapped around my shoulders and torso.
“Well, she seems really nice,” I said after a few moments of comfortable silence.
I heard him swallow and felt him tense up. Looking up at his face I noticed he was spacing out. I waved a hand in front of his face and he blinked back into reality. “Something wrong?”
Troy shook his head, “Just something I remembered.”
“Which would be…?” I pressed.
He sighed and nuzzled his face into my hair, “I suppose I could tell you…”
Troy sighed again, and looked around awkwardly, then he startled rubbing his thumb across my arm, “You remember that whole thing how something happened before I got stabbed?”
“And you didn’t like sleeping alone?”
He chuckled dryly, “Yeah.”
I wondered what it could be. He was finally going to tell me; hopefully at least. He always winds up back tracking. “Well what happened?”
He hid his face in the crook of my neck and commenced to tell me.
(Flashback. Troy’s P.O.V.)
He had stopped hitting me and I slowly opened my eyes to see what was going on. The bastard was looking down at me with disdain. I glared at him and then he reached down and grabbed a fist full of my hair, pulling me to my feet.
Dragging me over to the couch he threw me down to the ground and barked out a “Stay there”. He then went over to a small cabinet under the old TV. After searching for a minute or two he pulled out an old VSR tape. He looked back at me with a crazy grin, “You’re going to love this.”
He put the tape in and then sat on the couch behind me and forced my chin to rest on the coffee table so I was staring directly at the screen. Having no idea what this could possibly I was surprised when an old home movie started playing.
It showed someone walking down the hallway that had led down to my room. Then it showed my mother cradling me when I had to be about two or three. She was singing a sweet little song that almost brought tears to my eyes when there was then a gruff voice.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
My mother’s head shot quickly to the door way where my father was with the camera. “Oh. Hi honey. Why do you have the camera out?” she said with a slight chuckle, “I didn’t know you were home,” she said as she held me to her tightly. My younger self looked at the camera with wide blue eyes.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” the gruff voice continued, sounding slightly annoyed.
“I was just putting Troy to bed; can it wait?” she said, her eyes looking cautious.
Suddenly the camera was dropped, but it was at an angle so that you could see the monster walking over to the mother and child. He grabbed the child out of the mother’s grasp and held him up by one arm. The child screeched but was silenced by a swift slap.
“You know how I feel about you spending all of your time with him!”
“Well I can’t just leave him alone!” the mother yelled back.
The monster walked over to the camera that was on the ground, still holding the child. He picked up the camera and zoomed into the mother’s face, “This is a selfish bitch.”
The mother glared and swung her hand out, making a slapping sound. Then there was a loud thump followed by a child’s cry. The mother was then grabbed and pulled out of the room with the camera filming the floor as the adults walked.
As they reached the living rooms area the camera was put on the coffee table facing the two.
“You have no right to treat me like this!” the mother yelled.
“I have every right to! I never get to spend time with him because you always have him in your grasp,” the monster yelled down at her.
“Well what do you expect, with the way you act? Plus, you’re either at work or at the bar with your friends. I can’t just leave him alone. Jesus Christ! What happened to you? You use to be so caring; not this raging beast-“
The mother was silenced with a slap so hard that she fell to the ground.
“Shut. Up.” The monster had his hands tightened in fists at his sides. “I provide for this family. I expect time with my son-“
“It doesn’t have to be one on one time. We can both spend time with him at the same time,” the mother cut in quickly, as she started to sit up.
The monster glared down, pulled her up by the front of her shirt with one hand, and with the other punched her across the jaw. He dropped her and then walked off down the hallway. Within seconds he came back out, pulling the confused, crying child along.
“Mommy? Daddy?” the child looked at the two adults with helplessness.
The monster ignored his child and looked at the crying mother on the ground, “You want to spend so much time with him, well tough shit. Neither of us can spend time with him tonight.”
Then he opened the closet door and threw the child in and locked the door. There were cries of protest as the monster went over to the camera and shut it off.
How had I not remembered this, I thought. My father’s hand was still on my head so I couldn’t turn to look at him, but he was silent. None of this made sense; he truly was a crazy monster. This just…I felt so suffocated. Had my mind really blocked all of that out?
Suddenly, there was a deep chuckle, “Did you enjoy that?”
“You’re a sick man.”
He turned my head to look at him; I couldn’t figure out his expression or what it meant.
“Do you feel bad for your mother, even though she left you?” he asked.
“…I’m not sure.”
He smirked. “Do you hate me?”
“That’s good, because I hate you too.”
“According to that video, it seems just the opposite,” I shot back.
His smirk faltered, “You made her leave, so those feelings changed.”
“You made her leave you crazy asshole!”
He slapped me, hard. “Don’t talk to me like that. It is your fault.”
I stood up and glared down at him, “It is not. She left because you treated her horribly. Who knows why the hell she ever liked you in the first place. You-you-“
In one quick motion he shot up and went back to beating me. Foolish, crazy, bastard…
(End Flashback. Now Skye’s P.O.V.)
I was shocked. That was just so horrible. My eyes started watering and I clung to him desperately; afraid that at any moment he would turn into dust. He clung back just as tightly and started running a hand through my hair.
“Ssh, ssh. See this is why I don’t want to tell you this kind of stuff,” he muttered.
“But I don’t want you to keep it all bottled up,” I muttered.
He sighed, “Well that’s all done now anyway. So there’s no need to worry,” he backed his head up and smiled at me, then kissed me softly.
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