Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 19:45:07 +0000
From: Lady Misterious <lionessy@hotmail.com>
Subject: I AM HERE FOR YOU 3
Ok, so this story is fiction, I don't know the bsb and blah blah blah. LOL
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I am here for you 3
One minute? Fifteen minutes? One hour? Two hours had passed since
Taison left the room with an unconscious Nick Carter lying on the bed.
When Nick came to he was alone.
He opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was he couldn't
swallow. Something in his throat was keeping him from breathing. He knew
it was blood. And then Nick remembered why he was lying on that bed and
why every single part of his body was screaming in pain. He tried to sit
but something kept him. His ribs. Broken. A simple move was impossible. It
felt as if he'd fall apart. His face was swollen, he could barely see. He
had no voice. Nick closed his eyes and felt a burning pain grow stronger
inside of him. It was true. So... it had really happened. Nick coughed a
little and once again that salty taste he was getting used to. Blood. Maybe
he was really dead.
Finally being able to sit Nick looked around. The room was a mess.
The obvious signs showing a fight had taken place there. A thief had been
there. The thief who had stolen Nick's innocence.
Nick buried his face on his hand. It hurt. He began to
cry. Because crying was what he had left for him. Nick wanted to die. He
needed because he knew he couldn't go on. Shame. He felt humiliated. He had
been... fucked by a guy he judged to be his friend.
Soon Nick's cry turn into frenetical sobs that were shaking his
body all over, causing the pain to spread freely in and out of his body.
"Oh!" - Nick sobbed. How could this have happened?
Slowly he placed his hand over the large and purple bruise he had
on the skin covering his ribs. Nick closed his eyes when he touched it. It
did hurt, but he had to get on his feet. Nick needed to finish what Taison
hadn't done. He knew what he had to do. He had to kill himself.
"I'm dirty..." - Nick whined as he stood up. - "I'm so dirty!" -
Nick once again began to sob, having to hold on to the wall not to fall.
Every step was a scream he had to let go. His broken ribs would
hit something inside of him. Tearing him up, making him bleed.
Nick glanced at the white sheets. They were red. Red with his
blood. He walked up to the big mirror on the wall. Nick stared at himself.
Shivers ran up and down his body when he saw his face. His chest.
Himself. That wasn't him. That wasn't Nick. Nick was dead. The person
looking at him was dirty. Was embarrassed. Was humiliated. The person
facing him had to die.
Nick's trembling fingers brushed his hair away. His left eye was
purple. His nose broken. Dry blood at the corner of his lips.
"NO!!!!!" - Nick screamed as he closed his wrist and managed to
break the mirror into a thousand pieces. His ribs hit something inside of
him and he fell on the floor. Now his hand was bleeding too.
Once again Nick stood up. The bathroom. He needed to get to the
bathroom. There he would find something to finish things up.
He tried. He tried hard but Nick turned out by collapsing onto the
bed. Screaming with the pain that seemed to grow worse by the time. He
buried his head into a pillow. His nose was bleeding again. Once again Nick
felt that liquid in his throat and coughed blood. He knew he was going to
die, so that he gave up on trying to walk anyway. He was bleeding way to
much. By now he was with an inner hemorrhage. It shouldn't take long until
everything was dark again. But this time he wouldn't wake up.
Nick lay on the bed and closed his eyes. All he had to do was to
wait.
All of sudden he heard that noise. A door being opened. Someone
was entering the room. First Nick curled up in a ball in fear Taison had
come back. But then Nick remembered if it was about it then he'd be glad
the guy would finish his service. Nick loosened and once again waited.
"Nick! Are you there? I'm sorry I'm late, that museum was damn
boring, and you can imagine Kevin wouldn't let me go until we saw
everything!"
Brian.
Nick's breathe quickened as he foght again to sit. He couldn't let
Brian see him. Not like this. Brian would try to help him and he wanted to
die.
In the living room Brian noticed something was weird. Broken stuff
on the floor. A mess.
"Nick? You there?!" - Brian asked again.
"GO AWAY!" - Nick screamed with all the strenght he had left.
Brian froze.
"Nick what happened?" - he asked going towards the bedroom.
"Don't enter here!"
But it was too late. Brian was at the door and he shocked when he
put his eyes on Nick.
"Nick..." - he began but his voice faded.
Nick didn't dare to look into his eyes. He was ashamed.
"Oh, my God! Look at me! What happened?"
Slowly Nick meet Brian's gaze and he saw concern. More than
anything now he wanted Brian to go away.
"Nothing." - Nick mubled looking at his hands, not believing his
own voice.
"Nothing? Nick..." - Brian's hand found Nick's chin as he tried to
look into his eyes.
"Don't touch me!!" - Nick yelled scaring Brian away.
"What? Why? Nick?"
"Don't touch me! Go away, get the hell out of here, go AWAY!"
Brian's heart was racing so fast he couldn't find the words to
speak.
"Nick, please... I want to, I need to help you..."
"NO! You won't help me because I wanna die."
Brian looked at Nick's hand. It was over a part of the skin on his
chest. It was purple. Bruised. His ribs... Brian could tell they were
broken. Blood. There was blood all over the sheets, all over the
room. Nick's face was swollen. Brian began to feel fear build inside of
him. He needed to know what had happened.
"Nick, please calm down. Tell me what happened, ok?"
"A fight. Taison and I... we foght."
"Did Taison do this to you? Oh, my God! I can't believe it!"
Nick gave Brian a look full of anger and hate.
"Oh, sorry Nick... Its just... Please, you need to tell me what
happened."
Nick was fealing dizzy. He wasted a lot of blood. He knew he was
gonna faint again.
"Nick..." - Brian's voice came soft and he placed a hand on Nick's
shoulder.
"Don't touch me I said! Don't fucking touch me!" - Nick screamed.
Brian let out a scared moan. What had happened to that kid?
Nick laid on his stomach once he felt the ribs moving once again
and cutting something inside of him. The pain was unbelieveble.
"Why, Nick? Why you don't let me touch you?" - Brian asked shyly.
"Because I'm dirty." - Nick said looking deep into his eyes.
"What you mean, dirty?"
Nick digged in his nails into his skin and scratched his arm
roughly.
"I'm dirty." - he said in digust. Disgust of himself.
Nick's lips were trembling in anger. He couldn't focus on
anything.
"Nick talk to me..." - Brian reached out his hand once again and
Nick moved away.
"NO! Don't touch me, didn't you hear me? I'm dirty, I don't want
you to get dirty too."
Brian knew he was close to tears. He needed to get Nick to speak.
He didn't want to force him, but Brian knew he had to do something and get
to him.
"Nick..." - Brian grabbed hold of both Nick's wrists and tried to
talk to him, but immediatly he began to scream.
"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" - Nick was yelling and
struggling against Brian to free himself. - "OHHHHH! Don't touch me! Dirty,
dirty! I'm dirty, I need to die, let me go, please, let me go!!!!!"
Brian was getting more and more shocked with the scene but he knew
he couldn't let go of him. He had to win this battle.
"Don't touch me!!!!!"
Brian knew he was hurting Nick, but all he wanted was to calm him
down. Slowly Brian began to pull him close, to try to make Nick cuddle to
him.
Realizing what he was trying to do, pulling him closer, Nick began
to fight more desperately, screaming and shaking. "Don't touch me!! Don't
touch me, let me go, let me go, let me go!!"
Brian didn't stop.
A few more minutes of struggling Nick gave in and collapsed into
Brian's arms. He gripped on his body and buried his head on his neck
sobbing convulsively. Brian held him tight, never wanting to let go
again. Nick needed him. And now he would be able to help because he had
given in to Brian.
Nick was breaking down, falling apart. He could no longer keep the
tears and sobs from coming up and he held on to Brian's neck as if he
depened on that to survive.
"Shiiii..." - Brian rustled running a hand over his back. - "Calm
down, Nick... Its ok. No one is gonna hurt you."
Hearing this Nick cried even more and his mouth went to whisper on
Brian's ear.
"He said he wouldn't hurt me."
Brian said nothing. He only held Nick tight and let him speak.
"Taison... Brian he... he did this to me. I thought he was going
to kill me. I tried to get away, I swear I tried! But... he is strong." -
Nick swallowed and Brian could feel his pain through his words. "Brian..."
- Nick's lips were brushing against Brian's ear when he whispered. -
"... he raped me."
Brian didn't say a word. He placed both hands on Nick's back to
make him feel safe. He looked once again at the blood on the
sheets. Nick... his little friend. His buddy. His Nick. Only fourteen years
old... how could someone possible hurt a fourteen years old kid?! Brian
felt the skinny body pressing against him looking for safty and he began to
cry.
"We got back two thirty. What time is it?" - Nick asked never
loosening their embrace.
"Four forty five, Nick. Kevin and I got late."
"Then he left two hours ago." - Nick said shivering.
"And why didn't you ask for help before?"
"I... I think I was unconscious. I came to right before you walked
in."
"Oh, God... Nick!"
Brian wanted to take away his pain. But he couldn't. No one could.
"Brian, my whole body is hurting. Pain... more than I ever thought
to be possible. But this isn't the worst. You know what hurts more than my
body?"
Brian waited for him to go on.
"My soul." - Nick said finally. - "What hurts more is knowing he
took away something that belonged to me. My pride. My honor. Its hurts way
more."
Brian knew he was right. Suddently Nick began to cry and sob all
over again, burying his head on his shoulder, making Brian hold him closer.
"I'm sorry..." - Nick whispered. - "Do you hate me now?"
Brian didn't understand.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't you hate me because of what he did to me?"
"Nick!"
"He raped me, Brian. Taison fucked me. And he almost killed me. He
should have finished his service. I understand if you feel disgust about
myself becoz I do."
"Nick, shut up! You don't know what you are saying! For heaven's
sake I love you! You are my brother, how could I hate you? Why would I hate
you? For being the victim? For almost dying? Nick... Its ok..." - Brian
stopped when Nick began to cry again.
"I feel ashamed. I feel embarrassed. Humiliated. I honestly would
rather him to have killed me. I don't wanna live Brian..." - Nick said in a
low voice now pulling apart but still facing him.
"Don't say that, Nick..."
"Its true. I wanna die. I can't live. Not after what he did to me.
You have no idea how much it hurts. The pain of being violated. I..." -
Nick's voice faded.
Brian tried to pull him close but Nick whined and pulled apart. He
placed his hand over his ribs and his face contorted in pain.
Again that feeling in his throat and Nick began to cough. He
coughed roughly and spit the blood out in his hand. It didn't taste
good. Nick couldn't bear tasting his own blood anymore. He was getting
sick.
"Oh, my God, Nick. How long have you been coughing blood?"
"Since this..." - Nick pointed to his large bruise. - "I think
something in torn inside of me. Maybe I have hemorrhage."
"Jesus! This is serious Nick, we gotta take you to a hopital and
urgent!" - Brian said standing up.
"No! Please, Brian... I can't go. They will examine me... they
will found out what happened. People will know. I don't want anyone to
know. I'll die if more people know about this."
"Nick, you'll die anyway if we don't go to the hospital right now!
Inner hemorrhage is dead serious!"
"I know!" - Nick sobbed. - "Thats why I didn't want you to come
here. I wanna die, Brian." - Nick looked him in the eyes. - "Please, you
gotta let me die."
"NO!" - Brian cried out.
"Please..."
Brian run towards Nick holding him into his arms again.
"I won't let this happen to you. We are going to the hospital
right now."
Nick was weak. He wanted to cry. He wanted to argue, but he could
do nothing when he fainted again. Brian took him in his arms and led them
to his car. Brian rushed to the hospital. He was rushing to save Nick's
life.
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