His hands roamed my body softly, carrassing my sides, my hips, my thighs.
Was that normal? Should it have been more rough?
My body was trembling, my hands trapped under my legs as I sat at the table. I couldn't tell them, not any of them. What would they think of me.
"Hey gib, you alright?" A hand landed in my shoulder, making me jump. I looked up at Jack,
"I-im fine"
"Alright, why dint you go tell the other boys that dinner is ready?" I nodded. If I go up there, I won't be coming back down for awhile, if ever.
I knocked softly on Rye's door, knowing that where him, Andy and Mikey were all hanging out at.
"Yeah?" Rye's soft melodic voice spoke as he opened the door.
"J-jack says th-that dinner's ready,"
"Thanks, you alright?" I shuddered, falling deep into a recent memory,
"You're alright little 'un, we gonna have some fun, then you can go back home,"
"G-get off, I d-font wanna have any fun! Please' I shoved at his chest and that only made him angrier.
My hands were tied as he started to have his way with me.
"Brook, what's wrong?" Andy's voice broke my thoughts. I didn't realise I was crying or that I had fallen to my knees. I rubbed my wrists, still feeling the pull of the fabric.
I scurried away from him as quickly as I could. Trembling so hard I could hardly breathe.
"Brook, bubba. It's alright, what wrong?"
"No, no no. Pl-please! I don't wanna- please" I spouted off, tears blurring my vision. Andy's concerned blue eyes swam closer to me and I lashed out, my hand shoving him away harshly.
He yelped, His back hitting the wall opposite. I shook my head again, rapidly, trying to keep the resurfacing memory at bay.
"I-im gonna go get m-mikey" before I had time to stop him he was bolting down the stairs.
I wrapped my arms around myself. Why couldn't I keep it together? They can't know, I need to calm down.
Shakily I stood, rushing to the bathroom I slammed it shut and locked it. If I turn on the shower they can't hear me loose control.
I turned the water on and stepped under it, ripping my clothes away from my body. Why couldn't I keep it together, they don't need the burden.
People have been through much worse. I am so weak! Worthless, can't even protect myself!
His rough lips scratched my neck, his rotten breath mingling with mine.
His cold fingertips grazed my belly as he ripped my shirt down the middle, testing away from my body.
My throat was contricting, making it hard to breathe. He heldy hips as his mouth traveled down my torso,
"Please! Pl-please- I don't wanna pl-play!"
"Brooklyn, open the door, are you okay?" Mikey's deep concerned voice came muffled through the door.
"Brooklyn please, I'm not mad at you for pushing me. We just want to help bubba" Andy spoke, water splashed and I brought my hands you to cover my ears.
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Third person
Rye took the stairs, taking two at a time, the silver key held tightly within his grasp.
"What's happening?" He asked when he reached the two boys outside the bathroom door.
"It's Brooklyn, he's having a fit and he won't say what's wrong. Earlier when he called us for dinner he collapsed to his knees when I passed. We were there for about 10 minutes, he was mumbling to himself, rubbing his wrists and crying hysterically. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong, basically running away from me. When I tried to get closer he shoved me and went to the bathroom. I don't know what he's doing in there but I don't think he's showering" Andy spoke quick, guilt and worry lacing his tone.
"Did you try talking to him?"
"Yeah, he won't respond" Mikey said sadly, his blue eyes spinning with hurt.
"Why dont you tell go finish your dinner, I'll talk to him" Rye offered. The two boys left then, leaving Rye one at the bathroom door.
"Brooklyn? It's Rye? I have a key, I'm going to come in" brook trembled even more, falling to his knees. He heard the lock click and the door opened slowly.
Once Rye caught sight of him, h kicked his shoes off and rushed over, not bothering with his clothes.
"Brook?" Rye climbed into the shower and seated himself behind the fragile blond. Taking him into his arms, Rye rocked back and forth, whispering lovingly into the boys ear.
Brook held tightly to the arms wrapped around him comfortingly, fearing that letting go he wouldn't be able to make it back.
A swishing sea of darkness pulling at him. The words forced themselves past his lips like vomit,
"H-he touched me, I didn't want him to but he touched me- I pl-pleaded with him. He said- he said he wanted to Play- i- i'm sorry. I didn't want to play Rye! I DON'T WANT TO PLAY!" Brook screeched his body jerking away from Rye's hold.
"I don't wanna, no wanna, don't wanna play. It's not fun, he-he sa- not fun," Brook mumbled over and over, shaking his head rapidly, his fists clenching his pale skin.
"Hey, baby. Look at me. We don't wanna play baby, we wanna keep you safe. Deep breaths beautiful, in and out. Come on" Rye encouraged softly, scooting forward slightly. The spray of cold water soaked his clothes, but he didn't care. He wanted to know who didn't this to Brook.
Brook who was so kind hearted and full of joy. Brook who just wanted everyone to be happy. Brook who was loud and obnoxious, but deeply caring and peaceful. Brook who couldn't hurt anything other than himself at times. Brook who loved just about everything. Innocent, Loveable, Gold-hearted Brooklyn Wyatt.
Brook was in Rye's arms again, his mumbling stopped, his trembled less violent.
"Brook, can you tell me who touched you?" Rye asked. He shook his head,
"I don't want you to hate him- he didn't mean I know he didn't. He was drunk, he didn't mean it" Brook shook his head.
"Please Brook, I won't hate him, I just need to know"
"He didn't mean it, Rye, I'm sure he's sorry. He didn't mean it" brook shook his head.
"Brook tell me" rye said firmly, he wasn't asking anymore, and that much Brooklyn knew.
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"GET OUT- GET YOUR FUCKING STUFF AND GET THE HELL OUT! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE ANYMORE AFTER WHAT YOU DID, YOU'RE OUT!" Rye starting packing a duffel bag full of clothes. His anger making him hands tremble.
"Rye, what's going on? You can't kick him out. It should be up to a vote!" Mikey yelled.
"HE FUCKING VIOLATED HIM-" he pointed to Brook's normal spot on the couch, "SCREW THE GODDAMNED VOTE- HE'S OUT!"
Rye zipped the duffel and chucked out the door,
"Get the fuck out- I cannot fucking believe you, I should call the cops. That shit is illegal! The worse part is even after, he was defending your sorry ass! get the hell out of my house- don't you dare come back!"
"Rye, what are you on about?! Andy asked desperately.
"He Raped him, he raped Brooklyn!" Rye seethed.
"What?" Andy stumbled, looking disbelievingly between the two.
"Find somewhere to stay that isn't here!"
"Rye please- I was drunk"
"I don't fucking care Robert- don't you ever show your face here again!" With that, Rye slammed the door and went to join Brooklyn in bed.
"Brook, he's gone now, I promise. Robbie's gone, and I'll protect you for as long as I live" Rye whispered to the sleeping boy. Even when he was sleeping, he was still crying.
But Rye would help him be okay again. He promised.
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sorry this one was a bit sad-
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