•It All Started With A Phone Call•

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I thought I was prepared for Rory's birthday drop, but as soon as I woke up, I knew that there was no way I could have prepared for it.

I was aware of the issues my baby had, why wouldn't he from all the terrible and horrendous things that had happened to him. I knew he hated his body because of his burn scars, I knew he hated violence because of his mother, I knew he hated fire because of the accident. I knew he needed help and I knew he was hurt, not broken, but hurt.

I thought I knew.

There was nothing that could have prepared me for the bloodcurdling screams that woke me up when the sun wasn't even up yet.

Rory screamed loud enough to wake the whole city as he thrashed and cried beside me.

I was in shock, I couldn't react straight away. I just lay there, gaping and wide eyed at the boy who convulsed like he was have a seizure right in front of me.

Then his words became less like gibberish and more pronounced, forming into please and begs.

I didn't dare shake him awake, I didn't know if I should touch him at all.

"Rory," I mumbled to myself, just needing to hear something but the screams. I catch his head in my cupped hands to stop him from getting whiplash. I stroke my fingers over his face and he's still moving around as I bring him onto my lap.

"Pet, it's Kay, you need to wake up, okay?" I whisper into his ear, kissing it to help him be connected to the real world. "Hey, baby, open your eyes okay? It's Kay, I'm going to take good care of you okay? Open your eyes. Nobody's going to hurt you if you open your eyes, Pet."

Rory does what he's told, even in his sleep he's an obedient boy.

He stops thrashing and I think I have a few scratches and soon to be bruises. His eyes are wide and dark. He's staring at me, eyes big, like he's shocked st himself.

His pupils are dilated and hazy, but Rory makes himself focus on me. On me only.

"Sir?" He mumbled it, like he didn't know what was going on, much like I didn't.

His eyes flicker around my face and chest, taking not of scratches making me bleed slightly and marks that would bruise.

And then he started crying again and hitting at my chest, hard.

"Pet, pet!" I tried to keep him to my chest and tucked to me, because he liked that, it was his comfort position. Rory just kept pushing and punching and kicking me.

The door swung open and I send the men, Cole and Jayden, a distressed look over my shoulder.

"Rory, Rory, please!" I'm begging him to calm down. I thought I might cry at how scared he was right now, at how scared I was right now. It made me so melancholy to see my perfect pet in such a troubling moment.

Jayden is now standing in front of me and for the first time since the pool, I've watched his eyes soften and his lashes go wet. It makes him seem so much more human than he usually does.

He holdes his arms out and I know what he wants. I don't know if I want to give it to him.

I look down to my troubled boy and my heart hurts- it fucking feels like it's being squeezed of all life inside my chest when I see his detached, crying eyes and hear his scream.