The Sick and Twisted Life of Bodil40 [Competition Entry 1]

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Baki paced his room, as Simon watched him from his spot on Baki's desk chair. 

"Calm down" Simon said calmly, the first thing he'd said since last week.

"Calm down?! You're telling me to calm down!?" Baki yelled, Simon rolled his eyes

"You're pacing, it's annoying me" Simon said, smirking. He had turned to annoying Baki, for entertainment now, since Martin was usually the one to make him laugh, but since he had fallen into a coma, he had nobody to make him laugh.

"You're an absolute jerk. I hate you." Baki said, since Martin was gone, he had gone from being the calm, polite, kind, and caring Baki, to a rude obnoxious, easily annoyed version of himself. 

"Whoa, cool it. I just told you to calm down, no need to snap." Simon mocked. Baki huffed, and walked away "where you going?!" Simon yelled

"For a walk!" Baki yelled, putting on his white jacket, and walking out the door, slamming it loudly behind him. He muttered profanities, under his breath as he stomped away. Baki reached the lush green park. Little did he know, in another time, in Martin's dream, he's sitting beside a young, sobbing Martin. 

Baki heard a small sound, and listened again. He heard faint shouting. 

"Stop! Get away from me! Help Anybody! Please!" he heard vaguely. He popped off the bench, like a jack-in-the-box and sprinted toward the yelling, only to find a greasy man, that looked about forty or fifty, holding a small child with raven black hair, that hid his eyes, by the wrist. "Get off of me!" The boy yelled, kicking at the old man, his prepubescent voice, higher than normal, from yelling.

"Let him go, or I call the cops." Baki said calmly, holding up his shiny black IPhone, showing the already dialed number to the man. The man looked up, and let the kid go. The kid fell and scrambled away from the man, his back hitting a tree. Baki, only then noticed all the cuts, and bruises, over his neck, arms, and legs. "Get away from us. Now." Baki said, just as calm, but more commanding this time. The man rolled his eyes and walked away. "What happened?" He asked the boy cowering, and breathing heavily on the ground. The small child looked up, and Baki noticed how thin he was, and how bad the bruises, and cuts were. He crouched beside the child.

"Th-That was m-my father. H-He uh, h-he b-beat me, a-and uh, and h-hurt me" the kid mumbled. Baki smiled sympathetically, and offered the boy a hand up, which was taken. Baki looked at the child again, and almost cringed when he saw all the boy's ribs molded into his skin, like an imprint in Play-Doh. He led the child to the small, beige house he shared with Simon, and opened the door quietly, shutting it behind him and the boy. Simon loped down the stairs to apologize to Baki, but instead, he was greeted with a small, starving boy, with an eye so bruised, that even the eye itself seemed darker than normal. Simon looked at the boy's dull blue green eyes, and looked at Baki questioningly.

"You go sit there at the table, I'll get you something to eat, then we'll clean up those cuts and bruises, OK?" Baki told the child, who nodded, walking to the polished dark oak table a couple feet away. 

"Who's that?" Simon asked, feeling bad for the young child. 

"He was yelling for help, cause a man was trying to take him somewhere unwillingly, and I helped, then found out it was his dad, and his dad had beaten him. I couldn't leave him there, his dad would've come back, or he would've ended up on the streets." Baki said, pleading for Simon to help. Simon looked at the boy and smiled gently, waving a bit at the boy, who looked at him with wide eyes, that indicated he wasn't used to normal greetings, and waved back.

"He can stay, I'm not worried about him staying, I'm worried about him leaving." Simon said, turning back to Baki. Baki nodded, and Simon left to get bandages, and rubbing alcohol, while Baki headed to the kitchen to make the young child a sandwich, as it was all they really had, since Martin had gotten into the car accident.

"What's your name?" Baki asked the boy once he was done making the sandwich, and bringing it over to the boy.

" Jace Williams." He replied. Baki smiled, noticing Jace's brighter mood.

"I'm Baki, the other guy is Simon." Baki said, just as Simon walked in the room, holding the first aid box, and a huge grin on his face.

"They said he was moving a bit. He may wake up by next week." Simon said, smiling widely. Jace looked at him confusedly, while Baki jumped up, like a wind up toy, and hugged Simon.

"How much? Was it his hand, did he just twitch, or was it full out arm movement?" Baki asked rapidly, still smiling.

"He moved his hand a bit, about an inch they said" Simon replied, walking over to the confused Jace. "This'll hurt a lot, but it'll make it hurt a lot less later." He said, putting the rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball, and then gently applying it to a cut on the boy's face. Jace pulled back a little, but not a lot. They repeated the process with the other cuts, and Baki got an ice pack for Jace's eye, who gratefully accepted it, and pressed it against his eyes.

For once, they had a moment of Peace

But nothing lasts forever