Over That Gate - A Lams AU Fanfiction

Chapter 9 - Behind The Scenes

{Notes: You can skip this chapter if you'd like, it's basically just a super short filler chapter showing what John goes through when Alexander isn't around.}

(Trigger Warnings: Sexual/Physical abuse from a Father Figure)

Alexander hasn't come to John's gate in a week. John faced his father alone, and had nothing to tell him to keep living. Nothing to make him smile every morning after a terrible night of pain and bruises. Alexander's never coming back. John knows it. He messed up that day when they kissed, he messed up big time.

John loves Alexander. But he knows that they can never be together. All it would do is cause more chaos in the already horrendous world. But he loved him so much..

Knock.

Knock.

John stood up from his bed, rushing down the stairs to the front door. He opened it to see his father standing there, very tall with his usual stubble beard. His dad walked through without a word to his son, into the kitchen for dinner. John turned, making his way back up the stairs in attempts to avoid any contact with his father. Thankfully, it worked. He made it up the stairs and into his bedroom, collapsing onto his bed. John sighed and looked out of his window, staring out at the ladder piece on the inside of the gate. "Come back.. please?"

Nothing. No meowing and trilling to wake up John, no Alexander rubbing himself against the fence, no gift that Alexander would steal just for him.

John was alone now.

John's dad stormed back up the stairs after finding out there was nothing to eat in the fridge. John attempted to scramble under the bed, but he wasn't fast enough. A firm hand grasped onto his ankle, yanking him fully out and onto the floor. Heavy alcohol breath lingered all about his father, and it shook John down to the bone. If he drank, he meant business with John.

He yanked John back up onto his feet and slapped him across the face. "You fucker. You're never going to be like me."

I don't want to be like you.. John thought, ignoring the pain in his cheek. All he could do was take the beating. He couldn't fight back, that would get him killed. He just had to obey. Like the policeman-to-be he was. Another slap across his face before his body was turned and his rear was grabbed. John gasped, tearing up at what he knew was coming.

"You're useless."

Slap!

John cried out, attempting to run towards the door but the back of his shirt was grabbed, choking him back in front of his father. He was forcibly bent over his fathers leg, unable to protect himself at all. "F-father, please.." He begged, painful tears welling up in his eyes.

"Clumsy."

Slap!

John's father hit him again, untucking his shirt and pulling it up so his back was exposed. He reached down, digging all five of his nails deep into his back, sliding it all the way down to his waist where his pants started. Five burning nail marks ran all the way down his back in cut slashes, not bleeding but nevertheless extremely painful.

"You're nothing."

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

John sobbed and cried out into his floor, clenching his fists as his now bare rear was spanked. His pants and briefs sagged down against his knees, his thighs and rear exposing everything to his father. Repeated curse words and slurs, slap after slap, bruise after bruise.

"Worthless."

Another scratch.

"Weak."

Another slap.

"Not my son."

Another mental breakdown.

{Word Count: 564}