Stealing Cinder (No Not Cinderella!) (BOYXBOY)

Chapter 18: Bonding Time

A/n The chapter sucks. Just to let you all know. It took so long yet, it is still rather disorganized and such good luck.

Crispin POV (for whole chapter)
   
    “What do you want?” Kalea hissed. We were sitting on a stained couch in the house I’d been to when I found out about Cinder’s life.
    “Where’s Jeremy?” she growled.
    “You’ll see him soon,” the woman said. “ As matter of fact I think you could now.” She flipped on a t.v. and a security image popped up of the man dragging Jeremy across the basement floor and tossing him to a mattress.
    “Don’t hurt him,” Kalea snapped.
I watched Jeremy sit up on the bed and apparently start yelling at the man. I refused to call them my parents. The man was massaging his temple, holding in rage. The woman ignored Kalea and looked to me,
    “How are you feeling dear? You need anything?” she asked sweetly. I glared at her,
    “I need you to let my friends go,” I seethed. She glared back at me.
    “I can’t do that Crispin. You need practice. And is that a tone you should be taking with your mother?”
Kalea growled beside me but didn’t speak.
    “You’re not my mother,” I growled. The womans eyes narrowed.
    “I suggest you take that back,” she said through her teeth.
    “I won’t. You’re not my mother,” I said again. She pulled a phone from the pocket of her jeans and seemed to have sent a text message.
    “What did you do?” Kalea asked. The woman shrugged and turned back to the little t.v.. Kalea did as well. A scream sounded behind us and I brought my eyes sharply to the television.
    Jeremy was crumpled on the other side of the basement. The man stalked over to him and grabbed his hair roughly and held him to his chest. Jeremy’s slightly bleeding face weakly looked at the camera. Beside me Kalea had her hands covering her mouth and pleading eyes on me.
    “Let him go,” I said. The woman giggled,
    “Not until you apologize Crissy,” she sang. On the screen Jeremy was back on the ground and kicking out at the man. The man took no notice and stomped his foot over Jeremy’s knee. The scream sounded from the basement and Kalea was on her feet standing over the devilish woman.
    “Tell him to stop!” she cried. The woman laughed again.
    “Why would I do that? It is oh so entertaining,” she said. Kalea’s eyes narrowed menacingly.
    “I’ll fucking kill you,” she rumbled. The woman stood, beating Kalea in height.
    “Not before the boy dies,” she hissed back. Kalea’s face paled. She turned back towards the screen as I did. The man had Jeremy pinned to the wall. A gun poised against his head.
    “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Kalea and the woman looked at me,
    “Come again?” the woman said.
    “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I said you weren’t my mother, now call him off Jeremy,” I said.
The woman smirked and sent another text message. The man looked at his own phone before he lowered the gun from Jeremy’s head and threw him to the ground.
    Kalea ran to me and clasped me tightly in her arms,
    “Thank you, Crispin,” she whimpered.
    “From now on whatever you do will result in either punishment or reward for your friends. Is that clear?” The woman asked. I nodded and hugged Kalea back. The woman glared at us.
                        *****
    They made Kalea move to the basement a week or so ago. I haven’t left the small room they set me up in since. I’m sure they aren’t happy about it but I can‘t do anything else.
    “Crispin!”
I jumped at the sound of the womans voice but made no move to follow it. The door opened and she stood there with her hands on her hips.
    “Shouldn’t you come when you’re called?” she questioned. I didn’t answer.
    “Now Crispin you wouldn’t want something bad to happen would you?”
She stepped aside revealing the man standing in the hallway holding both Jeremy and Kalea by their hair. I stood up immediately and ran to them. The man tore them roughly backwards provoking a squeak of pain from Kalea.
    “Now, now, no rushing,” The man tutted. I glowered at him but followed as he dragged them to the living room. He sat them down on the couch and I rushed to them. I took Jeremy’s face in my hands. His eyes were swollen shut and displayed an intricate pallet of blues, purples, and fading yellows. His lips parted slightly to let shallow breaths through. His plain white tee- shirt was torn and the jagged edges stained the rusted color of dried blood. Kalea cried beside him, a few bruises and scratches adorned her as well.
    “Crispin, they don’t let up,” she whimpered. I moved over to her and held her gently in my lap.
    “Looks like we may’ve had a miscommunication when it came to his sexuality,” The woman growled above  us. She walked around the couch and sat between Jeremy and I. She started twirling his light blond hair between her fingers.
    “What are you talking about?” I growled.
She took a handful of Jeremy’s hair and pulled, making him cry out weakly and twist about on the couch.
    “I’m sorry. I meant would you please explain to me what you meant about my sexuality?” I asked hurriedly while restraining Kalea.
The woman released Jeremy who slumped dollishly against the couch.
    “What is your sexuality?” She asked casually.
My cheeks began to heat up at the sudden intrusion into my personal life.
    “I’m g-gay,” I stammered.
    “ Yet you’re so close to that girl?” The man asked. He threw himself onto the couch on Jeremy’s other side.
    “We’re best friends,” I muttered.
The woman nodded and continued to stroke Jeremy’s hair.
    “Who wants to watch some family movies?” She mumbled. No one said anything as the man got up and turned the television on.
    At first I didn’t see anything. All I heard was screaming coming from the scratchy speakers. Then the darkness lifted and he was there. Younger, it seemed but not by much. Bruises painted haphazardly across his face and arms...and chest, and legs. A man kicked him in the back of the knee making him fall to the ground.
    “Aren’t you having fun?” One of the shadows around him hissed.
    “Ah, his thirteenth birthday party, what a darling day it was,” The woman droned.
My eyes blinked rapidly and Kalea clutched my shirt.   
    Micah had curled into a ball on the screen and shook with every kicked that landed on his body.
    “Leave me alone!”  He screamed.
    “That rebellious phase was a bitch,” The man grumbled.
    “Begging for mercy is rebellious?” Kalea whimpered.
    “Apparently so,” I whispered back.
Micah had backed himself into the corner of the room and was desperately slapping away a tall lanky man that stood over him. That man laughed and beckoned another to his side. That one kneeled down beside Micah and restrained him, the others body blocked Micah’s completely.
    “Stop it! D-don’t t-t-touch me!” he screamed.
    “Oh but look how excited you are. Don’t you want to take the first steps to being a man?” The one on top of him sneered. The room in the video burst into laughter and the stream cut out only to open into a new one. One that was more recent.
    Micah was placed suggestively on a bed, his hands restrained behind his back and the man, my...father... behind him forcing fingers inside of my boy. I flinched at the strangled cries and Kalea gagged slightly.
    “Turn it off,” I pleaded. There was no reaction. Micah’s scream and frantic struggle sounded from the screen. I had to look up. The man had left the room but he came back a minute later and shoved a gag into Micah’s mouth before getting back into his previous position and raping him. I looked down, why couldn’t I have saved him? Why did they have to take him instead of me. He didn’t deserve what they’d done. I thought back to all the times I’d kissed Micah, how he’d cry or shy away. I thought he was just nervous, or even happy. He wasn’t, he was thinking about this. I was no better than the man.
    “The night before his first day of school. Priceless.” The man chuckled.
    “Shut it off,” I said somewhat evenly.
    “What was that?” The woman asked.
Kalea was crying into my chest and Jeremy was cowering where he sat.
    “Please, shut it off,” I said. The woman nodded and the man turned it off.
    “Do you think you’ve learned enough?” She asked.
    “What do you mean?” Kalea questioned. The woman smiled and threw Jeremy to the floor.
    “Well let’s see. She spoke out of terms therefore he receives a kick to the stomach,” she claimed. She stood and then hauled me to my feet. “ Deliver the punishment,”
    “No, I’m not going to hurt him,” I mumbled. Jeremy stared up at me in relief.  The woman snapped her fingers and the man stepped forward to slash a previously unseen knife across the exposed skin of Jeremy’s side. Jeremy cried out fearfully.
    “Don’t cut him!” Kalea screamed. She tried to crawl forward and help but was thrown backwards by the swift kick of the mans foot.
    “Every time you refuse, or the punishment is not satisfactory we’ll deliver our own and the one you are to deliver is doubled,” The woman said. She moved behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. “Now finish it,”
    “I-I c-can’t,” I whimpered. I couldn’t hurt him. I couldn’t, Kalea would never forgive me and neither would he. I watched the knife lower to his skin again. Wouldn’t that hurt both of the more? Two kicks that’s all I needed to do and this would be over.
    Before the knife connected I swung my foot out, catching Jeremy’s rib cage.
    “Crispin!” Kalea screamed. I looked at her regretfully but landed one more violent kick to Jeremy.
    The woman clapped excitedly behind me.
    “Good!” she praised. Kalea crawled over to Jeremy where he lay curled into a protective ball. The man slapped me on the back and the two exited the room. Probably to go torture kittens or something, the sick bastards.
    “I-I’m sorry,” I stuttered.