Home Is With You

28 • Young & Inexperienced

Walking into the airport I turn to Georgia and Maverick who held a sigh and peach cobbler. "Don't be embarrassing or extra." I grit. "Homer everything is extra to a regular person. Now come on." Georgia says pushing past me.

Looking at Maverick I glare at him as I point to Georgia. "Don't look at me. You are regular." Maverick shrugged going inside. "I deal with idiots." I huff throwing up my hands as I go into the airport just as I see Jeremy walk through the gate. Letting Georgia and Maverick greet Jeremy first, pulling him into hugs and greetings.

"Hey Remy." I say as he steps to me. "Hey old man." He smirks hugging me making me grunt. "Things I would do if we weren't in public." I grumble hugging his waist. "Alright uncle let him go. It's late and we all have work in the morning." Maverick said  patting my back.

"Fucking cockblock." I mutter before Remy hit my chest making me smirk as I grab his luggage. Walking back to the car, I put the luggage in the back. Getting in the car I grab hold of Remy's hand as I start the drive.

"Do you want to talk about it today or you want to settle in first?" I ask him tentatively. "We can talk today. But I want you to hold me while we talk okay." He says squeezing my hand. "Whatever you need. I wanted to tell you that I appreciate that your opening up about your past. Just take your time." I smile as I park in his driveway.

Grabbing his luggage and my overnight bag, we go inside settling down on the couch. Holding Jeremy in my lap I play with his hair waiting for him to start. "All this happened when I was still in the air force so roughly seventeen years ago." Remy sighed. Nodding I stop playing with his hair, instead rubbing his back.

"You know I had told you Dad had died before we moved to Mexico. I was 16 at the time and I was desperate to have piece of him to myself. So I joined the airforce, he had always talked about how close him and the other soldiers were. I got a roommate from the mechanic school, he never told me his name. He said to call him 'sir'. At first we were friends, looking back on it he groomed me. He was actually about three years my senior. Telling me how mature I was for my age, then we started dating. Of course, there were signs of how toxic, controlling, and jealous he was." Remy said grunting his hands clenching into fist.

"Being young and inexperienced, I held onto his every word. He had rules. He wanted me in a certain position when he came back to the room. He didn't want me fratenizing with any of the fellow recruits. If I didn't follow the rules, he would either beat me or order me to stay naked on the floor in the room. Jerry was technically my only friend, the only one back then that I could talk to. He said it was abuse but me being young I was convinced it was a form of tough love. That he had different way of showing love. Over the course of six months, I had fell in love with him hook, line, and sinker. I gave him my first kiss, my virginity, my self-respect. One night I had denied him sex, that was the first time he raped me. He would treat me horribly. Beating me until almost every inch of my skin was blue and purple, degrading me, calling me racial slurs like 'monkey'. I would take it because at the time I truly thought that I had did something wrong. Sometimes he would take it too far but he would bandage me up telling me how sorry he was. How it was my fault for disobeying him. It got to the point where he would punish me unprovoked. To where I would wait in fear hoping he was going to be nice." Remy said in a monotonous tone.

I was beyond rage right now. But I refused to say anything. "If it wasn't beatings, I would be raped or he would forced random objects in my ass. One night he had brought his friends, they raped me. After that his friends always joined in on my torture. A year passed like that but one day I had did something that ticked him off. He had beat me within a inch of my life. Jerry had found me in my room since we were having game night and I never missed it. He took me to the hospital, I died for three whole seconds on the table. I had bruising around my throat from strangulation. My anus has some bruising and scarring from him raping me repeatedly. My limbs had constant bruising and I had some internal bleeding. It wasn't until then that I had the guts to actually leave him. But I refused to leave the air force since it was still something I wanted to do. Fortunately for me I was a quick leaner so I climbed through the ranks. Changed rooms, everything." Jeremy said as I hugged him rubbing his back.

"How did it effect you when you left the air force?" I ask him. "At first I didn't think it did. But the first sexual relationship I had, I kept having flashbacks to that situation. After a couple of times trying to be sexual, I had told Jerry. He directed me to therapy. For almost a decade I remained celibate, to help heal my body and my mind. I had to learn that giving someone your body is not suppose to be a take situation or bring immense pain. I learned to love myself, have confidence, and self respect. I'm still learning but I'm happy. I'm not miserable or living in fear. I'm doing my best to live with it." Remy said.

"I'm proud of you for having dealt with that and coming out the other side. I truly appreciate you telling me this. Let's go to bed baby." I said softly but it sounded more like a growl. "Hold me close tonight." Jeremy whispered.  "Anything you want." I say to hum before going to the bedroom.