Cruel Laughter [Sequel To "Because He Lived."]

{Chaper 12} Break You

Warning: cursing, gay slurs, mentioned rape.

This is a very long--and emotional--chapter. Things only go downhill from here. Sorry. This is probably the worst of it though. Good luck!
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"Alexander, didn't they say I couldn't be left alone?" I asked as we stood near the marketplace.

Alexander shrugged. "Yeah... but I'll only be gone for a few minutes. I don't want to scare anyone in the market and I need to grab some food for the house."

Was I really that scary? Who am I kidding? Everyone here has the right to run away from me. Instead of asking any of those questions, I asked, "Why not leave me at the house?"

"I-uh didn't want to leave you there. I don't think it's safe," he explained. "Now I'm gonna go and grab some food. I'll be back in a few." I nodded and watched as Alexander sprinted off towards the Market.

I leaned up against the wooden post and closed my eyes. I focused on the sounds around me. Children crying, laughing, screaming. Mothers scolding them. The market was a place of jumbled together words, and I couldn't make out any sentences. The closest sound was laughing, but not from kids. With an aching suspicion I opened my eyes. Walking towards me was Jackson, Erik, along with two other men whose names I couldn't remember. They were all laughing.

Once they reached me, Jackson smirked and placed one of his hands on the wall next to me. He placed his other hand on my shoulder, practically blocking me in. "Hey there, freak."

I growled and attempted to move away from him, but he squeezed down on my shoulder and shoved me against the wall. "What the Hell, Jackson! Let me go."

A smile formed on his lips, "Now why would I do that?" He paused for a second to look me up and down, then he purred, "I just want to have some fun." Confusion flooded over me. Why was he acting this way?

"What..? Get off of me." I attempted to shove him off again, but he shoved me back against the wall again, sending a shock of pain through my back. I whimpered, and looked down at my feet.

"This place is too... public. Let's go somewhere more private," he said. Forcefully he grabbed my arm, dragging me along. I looked behind me, silently hoping that Alexander would come rushing over here and stop them from doing this. But he wasn't there. No one was there to save me. I was all on my own.

Jackson dragged me into an old house, followed by the rest of the men in his group. Erik slammed the door behind him, and I heard a lock snap shut. Jackson kept his grip on my arm, dragging me into a dark room.

He shoved me back onto something, which felt like a bed. Even in the dark, I could tell he was smirking.

"Let's have some fun, shall we?" He purred, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my neck.

I froze, finally understanding his goal. I tried to get away, to do anything, but he pressed himself on top of me, stopping me.

"Let me go! You bitch, get off of me!" I screamed. He laughed and pulled off his shirt, tossing it somewhere.

"Now, struggling is only going to make it worse."

"Shut up. S-shut up," I cried. Jackson laughed again.

He shook his head, placing a hand on my cheek. "Shh... it's not gonna hurt."

I screamed the first thing that came to mind: "Alexander! Help!"

Jackson barked out another laugh, this one louder. "The fag isn't gonna save you now."

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I pressed myself up against the wall, trying to get as far away from Jackson as I could. He sighed in content and pulled his shirt over his head, before making his way over to me. He squatted down and leaned towards me, caressing my cheek with his hand. I didn't have the energy to push him away.

"Why?" I asked when he finally moved his hand away.

He smiled--cruelly--and then said, "Because I want to break you. Just like you broke my family. I'm going to break the very think that makes you, you."

What had I done to him in the past to make him hate me so much? But, I felt like asking him that would only set him off more.

I gestured to my body, bruised, bloody and violated. "I think you've already broke me enough."

"Enough for now. There will be more later." Jackson paused to look down at me and smirk. "But for now, you can go. I don't care who you tell about this, just leave." With that, Jackson turned around and headed out the bedroom door, slamming it shut behind him.

I sighed, happy he chose to let me go, and crawled over to my clothes. Thank Irene that they weren't ruined, I happened to like the coat I was wearing. I slipped on my pants, and my shirt. Before I put it on, I made sure to wipe the blood off of my arms to make sure it didn't bleed through. The long sleeves helped to cover the bruises, spread across my arms like blossoming flowers. Stretching hurt, so when I attempted to put my shoes on, it hurt like Hell, and I gave up after a few tries. The last thing to do was to put my coat on, and after I did that, I pulled myself up with the bed post, wincing when I shifted my weight to my feet. With every step, there was a sharp pain. I had to stop myself from whimpering each time.

I yanked open the door and peered out, making sure that none of them were out there. I almost collapsed in happiness when I saw they had left. I took my time making my way over to the door, and pulled it open slowly when I reached it. The sun was setting now, meaning that I had been in there almost the whole day. Alexander must have been worried.

Alexander.

I gasped. He's probably in so much trouble. I did my best to run back to Alexanders house, but it only turned out to be a fast walk, with the limping and all.

When I reached his house, I stopped and hesitated. I looked at my reflection in the glass window, and cursed. There were bruises on my neck too, and scratches. It was clear the bruises were hand prints, and some of them hickeys, how would Alexander react? It was obvious all the bruises and scratches were fresh, how was I suppose to cover something like this up? My eyes were red from crying, and I just looked like a general mess. It was justified though.

Now or never. I pulled my collar up as far as it would go, and placed my hand on the doorknob. I went to turn it, but stopped when I heard shouting.

"Father, I'm sorry. I was gone for five minutes! I didn't expect him to be gone when I got back!" It was Alexander.

Another voice shouted back--Garroth. "Alexander, we told you not to leave him alone! And what did you do? Leave him alone!"

"Father, I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't think he would leave. I trust--trusted him," Alexander cried.

I decided now would be a good time to walk in. I opened the door, cutting Garroth off and turning both of their heads to the door.

Alexanders eyes widened and he rushed over to me, pulling me into a hug. I winced. "James! I thought you ran away!"

I shook my head and pressed my face into the crook of his neck.

Alexander turned around to face his father for a second. "Father, can you give us some time? I want to talk to him for a little. I'll fill you in later."

"Fine. Let me know when you're done so I can talk to both of you," Garroth explained. He walked past us and slammed the door when he left.

Once Alexander was sure he was gone, he pulled away from me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "James... what happened? You look... horrible."

Jackson said I could tell whoever I wanted. I wasn't sure if he wanted to or not, maybe it was reverse psychology but it didn't work on me. I decided to tell Alexander everything.

"Jackson he... uh... he found me when you left, and he dragged me off to this old building, I think it was a house. Then he uh... he-he..." I trailed off, tears on the edge of my eyes, threatening to fall.

Alexander looked at me with worry, squeezing my shoulder. "James... what did he do?"

"Jackson, uh, he... r-raped me." The tears fell from my eyes. "I'm so sorry."