Title:: Childhood’s End

Writer:: Dying in Black

Rated:: M/M, language, incest, sex scenes, rape, abuse, drugs, prostitution

Chapter Two::Childhood’s End

Sebastion was angry. Angry at the blond Detective who would not keep quiet for a few mere seconds, his lively green eyes unnerving him, as did his smile.

The tall, muscular Detective did not praise him, thankfully, but treated him like a snobby man as though he had been born of wealth and prestige and not lived through hell to achieve it. As though Sebastion needed another reminder of why he hated people, especially smiling and judging people who would not sit still or keep quiet.

So he took out his second cigarette promising himself it would be the last, only for his cigarette to be snatched away from his fingers by the brooding Detective who snapped it in half.

Howard knew he had done wrong when he snapped the cigarette in half as cold blue eyes narrowed dangerously like a cat about to pounce on its prey and devour it whole, but not before torturing it…slowly.

He winced at the beautiful face that watched him silently, and he nervously stepped away.

Sebastion felt content again when the big Detective moved away and he allowed himself another cigarette for a good day’s work.

When he had listened to his agent, Randy, give him the details about the police questioning him Sebastion had almost wondered if it all had been a ruse conducted by Michael to hurt him. He was relieved after a moment to learn it had nothing to do with Michael before he was swept into familiar ground of pain, loneliness and lots and lots of fear only for all these emotions to be devoured by hate to learn it was his Father.

He had agreed despite his Randy’s protests. He remembered his childhood years at his Father’s and Mother’s home. He remembered his two brothers. Jude and Adam, whom he had convinced himself he had protected from his Fathers wandering hands and silent kisses, the struggle of parting legs and the dark secret of intrusions.

Never had he really accepted the knowledge that he alone was suffering, Jude and Adam suffered through the same thing. Jude with his large brown eyes pleading for his older brother to save him from any harm his Father had planned for that night; and Sebastion really tried only to be left beaten and left to hold witness as he would follow the same fate later.

Adam had not followed the sexual abuse route, but instead the physical of slaps, kicks and punches. There had not been a day when he had slept normally as any other child would instead wrapping his arms over his new wounds and weep through the night only to wake for another day of the same proceedings.

And Sebastion felt for his younger sister, the girl he had never met or wished to. Old wounds still bled and he never had the intention of reliving them again, until now. He still remembered his Mother with her bruised eyes and swollen lips. Her stomach round and large the day he had ran away from home with his two brothers, he had believed his Mother had died that morning.

The sight of his father looming over her limp body across the living room as he shivered scared and naked in their room. He had assumed his Mother had had knowledge of the sexual relationship between her husband and her two sons like the beatings she witnessed on all three of her boys. Maybe she had suspicion of the sexual base of what went on in her room, yet had never stood witness until that morning of July. Sebastion believed she had opened that door by mere coincidence and had been absolutely disgusted with the sight of her husband doing things only a Husband and Wife were able to do.

She had screamed then. Slapped and scratched her Husband’s face. Had pulled hair anything to drag him away from between Sebastion’s parted thighs. But his Father had not taken the interruption lightly and had pounded on her hundred and fifteen frame mercilessly.

The urge to escape had seeped into Sebastion’s mind then. He had grabbed his jeans from across the floor and T-Shirt and rammed it over his skinny body. Weak and slightly hurting he had thrown his bedroom door opened where he took hold of his two brother’s hands hiding in their closet like any other day.

Barefooted he ran, as his brothers still in their pajamas followed him closely behind. He had shoved them out the front door and paused. Looked back at the sight of his mother coated in blood, the swell of her belly under her as his Father reined punches down her back.

Without a word he had grabbed his brothers once again and ran out the door. He carried Adam on his back and held Jude’s hand as they ran through the streets placing distance between themselves and the house. They made it as far as they could, tired, hungry and out of breathe. Scavenging through the dumpsters behind restaurants for a meal. Going through the lost and found and sleeping in the streets in some box huddled together for warmth as Sebastion kept watch.

They had suffered for two months on the street scavenging and huddling behind dark alleyways and roadblocks, until Sebastion began to prostitute himself out in the streets. He saved up enough money to rent a one-room apartment in a broken down complex. Had fed Jude and Adam with his earnings. Bought them clothes, and raved through Thrift Shops for home appliances. It was where Jude began to read and buy books at, where he got his first typewriter and where Sebastion bought his first keyboard.

They had been content. Despite their pleadings for Sebastion to stop prostituting himself, they did not argue further when Adam developed Asthma. The money was enough to live on. And Sebastion planned on taking them to school despite the fact he was only seventeen and still a minor and could not be qualified as a guardian to his younger siblings.

Their neighbors as nosy as they were and suspicious at the sight of three boys living by themselves soon learned to close their mouths when policemen surveyed the area, none willing to rat. Especially because there were secrets that held each one involved with illegal movements all around.

Jude would not stop reading. His side of the room towered over by books that he would cry whenever one of them would topple his book stacks. He wept over romance novels, would not go to sleep for a mystery book and would simply become sick if he read a horror book. Despite the lack of education though Jude wanted to become a writer. He studied books, writings and writers. He mimicked their styles and found his own soon after.

The misspellings were there but their context overwhelmed Sebastion who like Jude could read, unlike Adam the youngest. Jude’s stories were filled with passion, fantasy and sometimes-cruel dark men who would do the unthinkable to the heroes and heroines of his stories.

Sebastion understood where Jude had taken the scenes from, but did not question him; he did not like to remember their days at the home, but instead chose to ignore them as Adam had done. But Jude could never let the memories go, Sebastion believed it was because it gave him the motive to write. For writers were the outcasts in society, reading life through a different perspective a much more open and truthful of the good and evil around and not just simply one.

Adam worried him the most, as young as he and Jude had been when they had encountered the abuse Adam could not deal with the memories. Their nights were filled with whimpers and cries, Sebastion could only reflect that his brother had been lost from the on. Nothing could reach him and that’s when the drugs were introduced and suddenly Adam was no longer the broken marionette.

The drugs gave him an outlet and Sebastion could not deny his brothers anything and so he had allowed it, who was he to try to take away the joys that had so long been denied to them. So Jude wrote and read, Sebastion learned to play and Adam learned to deal with his pain, if not for a little while.

They spent three years in that single apartment room and that was when they first met him.

Writer’s Comments:: Thanks to all reviewers you guys rule ^^ I apologize for the [checks calendar] Jeez!! LATE update, I know…I’ll try to post up a few updates since I had written some of the chapters ahead of time more like notes but I could always go back and add more. To tell the truth I really have no idea how this story will go but I assure people who are curios about these brothers that yes we will meet them soon, so I’ll try my best and go back to update all my other stories, for some reason I can never finish any of them…Thanks again!