Behind The Silence

Steam

"Hale, get up." I heard a muffled voice call softly. " Dude, wake up, you have a fucking boner." The voice was more coarse and urgent. My eyelids flew open and body shot up into as if I had received an electric shot. I looked down to my crotch area. There was a bone on my lap. What the hell? I heard giggling and laughing over to the right of me. I look over with a scowled expression before it registered. I was on a sofa. A rich, black, soft sofa. I placed a hand on the back of my head, as if it would somehow soothe the throbbing pain that was shooting itself across my cranium, and for some odd reason, down my arms. I tried to focus my eyes to see who were the people who took me in. I squinted my eyes in an attempt to clear the fuzziness. After around 20 seconds of pulling odd faces, I gave up and slumped back down onto the sofa.  "Are you okay? Can you see anything?" A female sounding voice asked. I shook my head, soon regretting it. Squinting my closed eyes tightly and scrunching up my nose, I placed a hand on my forehead and pushed down onto it. "Look, faggot, I don't care if you're dying, you're not staying in my house." He spat full of disgust, before I caught what sounded like a slapping noise. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing, which would definitely get me killed. "Oi! Don't you dare talk to someone like that!" She hissed in his ear, trying to not let me hear. " Sorry about that hun, we would happily have you over for the night. You should probably call your parents or something though," she beamed with a sort of sad tone to it. I heard a grunt followed by heavy footsteps leading out of the room, only to be cut off by a slam of a door. I winced at the loudness of the door and flinched slightly. "Ignore him, he just broke up with his girlfriend, " she laughed to herself quietly. "I shouldn't't be laughing, he really did like her... She wasn't any good for him in all honesty though. " I heard light and gentle tapping against a wooden floor making their way

closer to me and then a warm presence sank in politely to the sofa. I attempted to sit up slowly and opened my eyes, blinking a few times. I could see things slightly more clearer. I looked over to the female and smiled. She was a rather attractive. She had long black silky looking hair that reached below her hips, bright blue eyes that looked so full of life, much like Alexs' eyes. Her small, button like nose looked cute under her pale skin, and her thin lips returning a polite and sweet smile.  She looked as if she was in her twenties, but that would be impossible. Alex doesn't have any sisters, so she would have to be his mother. "I- It's okay." I croaked out barely above a whisper and gave her a small fake smile back. She furrowed her brow slightly and mouthed a 'Oh...', I raise my eyebrow quizzically at her and tilted my head somewhat as to avoid making me anymore dizzier. She shook her head lightly with hair flowing around with it. "It's nothing, it's just that Alex said you were mute." She shrugged and chuckled. Alex had talked to his mother about me? Why? When? What had he said? Probably a load of crap.  I chuckled and replied in a course tone due to my lack of speech, " No, I just chose to not speak as... " and I just drifted off hearing footsteps. My face dropped back to its usual expression and I felt my eyes zone off into space as they usually would. Alexs' mother furrowed her brow slightly and her lips parted before the door slammed open causing her to jumps in her seat and stand up infront of me defensively. The scent of alcohol slammed into me like a tsunami of memories. I started sweating and my breathing quickened to hyperventilation. I was shaking and dizzy, the argument blurred out audibly and visually. I could just see him, walking up to me in a drunken wobble and an eerie lopsided smirk across his face. He trod his way to me slowly but surely. His image faded away and I saw the pair fighting, the drunkard calming down slightly but still being vicious.  I felt a pair of cold hands hold onto my waist from behind, slowly making their way to my stomach. I held my breath, sucking my stomach in and squeezing my eyes shut. All noises eased to a stop leaving me to come to the realisation that I was chanting in a hushed tone rocking "Stop it. Stop touching me. Leave me alone. Stop it. Stop touching me. Leave me alone..." I felt his breath on my neck so I started clawing at it using my nails, harder and faster until I felt a warm liquid seep from it,  leaving a deep burning,  stinging pain. His hands slowly trickled their way down to my crotch and squeezed it whispering coarsely "Take 'em off." I screamed at the top of my lungs " GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP TOUCHING ME! " Curling up into a ball, shaking. I felt him disappear instantly but I stayed in that position, too afraid to move.  "Hale....?" I heard a soft voice question and a hand land on my shoulder. I kicked whoever was in front of me snapping my body backward off of the sofa and onto the floor, I don't want anyone to touch me, not ever again, not him. The person cursed weakly and trod over to me slowly with me shuffling further away. I couldn't see still, and my lack of vision wasn't helping my immense panicked state. "STAY AWAY! " I screamed, closing my eyes and curling up into a ball against the wall. I bit my lip, shaking, hoping and wishing for safety, for my small sanctuary. Tensing up, preparing for a beating after lashing out,  I felt myself get closer to conking out again. "Hale, it's me Audrey, Alex's mother, " her soft voice whispered shakily, almost sounding afraid. I looked up with blurred vision for a while waiting for my site to clear slightly, and when it had, I found the expression she was carrying. I had looked up to see her with saddend eyes that portrayed worry and pain. She Genuinely looked scared. What did I do? I felt her thumb graciously and gingerly wiped at my cheek leaving a cold wet trail where her skin had been. Shuddering under her touch I nicked her hand out of the way,"Don't. Touch. Me, ever. " I growled at her deeply with an expression that felt like it could kill.