Come Home Soon...

Chapter Six

Justin had started to count the days by when they would take Monty, it seemed to be once a day that they would take him. If his assumptions were correct, it had been six days since they first started making Monty do this, six days without giving the boy a break. Hours later one of the men Justin has grown used to seeing came in the room, dragging an unconscious Monty. He threw the boy onto the bed and chained him to it once more before walking out. Justin took this time to look at his friend. He looked terrible; tired, broken, kind of dead, and everything in between. He was covered in bruises and blood; most likely his own. He was probably covered in more things than that but Justin didn't want to think about it. He wished they would give him a break but he knew they wouldn't. He also wished that he wouldn't be unconscious every time they brought him back because normally it means he either passed out from pain or they knocked him out on purpose because he was fighting back too much. Every time Monty told Justin what they had done, he just wants to hurt them. He never thought he'd feel protective over Monty, the boy who never had any fear of anything, the boy who fought guys that were about twice his size, but now he couldn't fight. He couldn't do anything but take whatever they made him do and that pissed Justin off to no end, that he couldn't even stop them.

After what Justin thought to be a few hours Monty started to move. Justin moved over a bit, sitting up to make more room for the injured boy so he could attempt to get comfortable. After a few more minutes his eyes opened. He blinked a few times before his eyes focused on Justin, it was then that he realized where he was and he wouldn't be hurt for the time being.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Justin asked.

"Hurts," he whispered back, his voice hoarse.

"Why's your voice hoarse?"

"Do you really want to know that?" Monty asked him.

"Oh," Justin understood, "didn't know they did that too."

"They do whatever they want and they continue even after I pass out," he moved, "they also don't bother to ever clean me up afterwards," Monty said, looking disgusted.

"Gross," Justin said.

"You're telling me," he grumbled.

"I hope these bastards are put in prison to rot once we get out of here," Justin growled.

"Me too but I doubt they will, people that do things like this usually get off free, even with evidence. Nobody will believe me either because most people think that this stuff doesn't happen to guys," Monty whispered, obviously upset.

"I can assure you that we won't let this go unheard, they will pay for what they've done."

"I hope you're right," Monty said, starting to fall asleep again, this time Justin falling asleep as well.

When Justin woke up again Monty was still there and still asleep, 'good,' he thought, 'he needs to sleep.' The door opened and a man came in with two slices of bread, two apples, and two bottles of water. He set them on the floor and walked out with no words. Justin reached down, grabbing the items and putting them on the bed, he was happy because the last time they brought them food and water they gave Justin a slice of bread, an apple, and a full water bottle but they only gave Monty some bread crust and a half empty water bottle. Justin started eating one of the pieces of breading, waiting for Monty to wake up so he could eat as well. The boy needed to eat but he also needed rest.

Monty soon woke up and Justin instantly handed him the food and water, "eat," he said, leaving no room for questions.

Monty nodded and did what he was told. When he finished he laid in fear, knowing that sometime soon a man would come through the door and take him away only bringing him back once he's passed out.

Both boys hoped that the men wouldn't come in today, that they'd leave Monty alone for the day buy both boys knew it was inevitable; the men did as the pleased, not caring about anything. They didn't care that Monty was in pain as long as men would pay for him they would use him. As if on cue a man came in the room.

He looked at Monty, "come on kid, it's time to go."

"Not again," Monty whispered.

"Why don't you just let him be for one day?" Justin asked angrily.

"Because I'm doing what the boss ordered. We have other people that do the same thing as him and people can reserve times for the person they want and people keep wanting him so I have no choice but to take him out there."

Justin sighed, he just wanted them to leave him alone for a day.

"I'll be fine Justin, I can handle it," Monty said but anyone could tell the boy didn't believe what he had said. Monty himself didn't know how much longer he could handle this and Justin knew the boy would never be the same. Once they got out nobody would recognize him, Monty was a different person. They broke him.