Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2011 02:21:44 -0500
From: Alec Tyler <alectyler@live.ca>
Subject: Open Wounds

This story is a work of fiction. This story contains will at some point
contain sexual contact between two underage males, if this material is
illegal to read then please hit the back button now. Everything in this
story is made up, the names and people are created by the author: Please do
not copy or paste this anywhere else, now that is out of the way please
feel free to email me. alectyler@live.ca



CHAPTER ONE

The walls were cold and blank like a fresh snowfall. There was equipment
lined up against them all the way down, as far as the eye could see. The
smell of death was in the air; it was so strong that people choked on the
stench. No one ever stayed long; they either left through the front door,
back into their life or out the back door, to a place not many spoke of out
loud.

The back door led to somewhere not so welcoming, an earthly bed for all
eternity. The people who worked there soon learned to become like
robots. They allowed nothing to hurt them.

Jake was more than glad that he was just a visitor; he hoped that he was
going to leave the same way that he had came in, alive. Jake hated being
stuck in the stupid hospital bed with nothing to do but think about what
had led to him being stranded in there. Jake winced, the pain in his
shoulder was returning, the medication that the nurse had given him earlier
was wearing off.

The pain was mind blowing but Jake wasn't ready to whine to anyone about
it, not like Jake had anyone to whine to at the moment anyway. Complaining
just wasn't him, it didn't solve anything it actually made things worst
most of the time, Jake could take a little pain, and it wasn't like Jake
had a stab wound. That would be crazy to be laying here with a stab wound,
maybe to you but to him, to him it was reality.

Someone had felt that they needed to inflict overwhelming pain on him; Jake
had been no match for them. Jake had never expected them to do something
like that it was just unimaginable. It was his fault he should've just kept
his mouth shut, then this wouldn't have happened. Jake knew he wasn't
welcome back there; He didn't want to go even if he had been welcomed. Jake
refused to tell anyone who had done it, he ruined the very foundation of
his life, and he deserved the pain.

 Jake had made it happen, it was his fault, and he chose to do what he
did. Jake wasn't going to ruin more people's life; He had hurt enough
people with his words. It was just wrong, to wreck someone's life just
because his was now destroyed. How was he supposed to get past this, and
move on with his life. Jake had no family that wanted to take him in; He
only had his best friend, the love of his life, Sam and his mom. Even then
Jake couldn't ask anything like this of them.

This was his problem, Jake created it and he'd deal with it. Sam`s mom was
the mother Jake always wished his mom had been like. She had passed away
after a car accident. His dad was never the same; he drank more and worked
less. Last year when Jake turned sixteen, Jake got a job to help support
the family. Sam quickly became the most important thing in his life; he was
everything in his eyes. He was willing to do anything for Sam, as a result
Jake ended up in here, but he didn't blame Sam, he blamed himself.

He should have known better, should have trusted his gut. His mom always
told him that it took real courage to admit that we loved each other, it
was a gift from above and we should always cherish it. He had been afraid
of telling his father so he held back. Sam was never given the chance to
tell his mom on his terms, she caught us in his room making out. At first
she didn't want to accept it, but over time she grew to support us
both. Something like that was very hard to hide, and there were times we
didn't want to hide it. We hated keeping it a secret but we lived in fear
that people would hate us for being different.

His greatest fear was his dad finding out, he had made his views clear many
times, he would surely hate him, Jake knew him inside out and Jake knew his
father would be disgusted. Jake would be a disappointment to him, unable to
give his father the grandchildren he wanted, Jake's happiness meaning
nothing to him. He`d only think of himself and how it reflects on him and
his reputation. Jake's fear was justified, injuries don't happen by
accident. Sam knew nothing of what had been happening to him, Jake was
afraid that Sam would worry or think something less of him and Jake didn't
want him to do that. It was bad enough he knew what his father was like, no
one else needed to know.

Jake knew he would have to tell him soon, someone had to pick him up and
sign him out. Jake picked the phone up from the bedside table and dialed
Sam's number. It only rang three times before someone answered with a
hello. It was Sam's mom.  "Hello Mrs. T. how are you?" Jake stated trying
to keep his voice even. She always treated him like he was a part of the
family; she showed him a different kind of love than the kind Sam gave him.

"Not too bad, Hun. Hold on a second, I'll go get Sam for you." She had
replied back

Jake shifted around the bed trying to get comfortable.  "Wait! I need to
talk to you first." Jake said trying to stop her.

"Ok go ahead" she said

Jake took a breath and shifted around some more, Jake just couldn't get
comfortable and the pain was getting worse.

"Could you possibly pick me up? If you can't, it's ok. I'll just find
another way."

Jake really didn't want to tell her where he was if he could, but she was
the only one that could help

"Sure Jake I don't mind, the store by your house right?" she asked

This was it; Jake had to tell her, there was no way out of it. Who knew
what his dad would do, it was unthinkable if he had to come sign his son
out. "It will take a little longer than ten minutes to get here I'm not at
home. Please don't say anything to Sam but I'm kinda at the hospital." Jake
told her

There was a short pause, like she was digesting it. It was the longest
second that Jake had ever experienced. "Are you okay? What happened?" she
asked.  You could hear the concern in her voice, a tear rolled down his
cheek.  Jake pretended like he didn't hear her ask about what happened he
didn't want to think about it.  "Yeah, I'm ok, just a few bruises that's
all," Jake lied.

He knew she would soon learn that he was hurt more than he had been letting
onto believe but Jake didn't want her to worry too much on her way
there. Jake was scared, would she tell Sam even though Jake asked her not
to, what if he had overheard.

"As long as you're okay. Jake dear, you have to tell Sam, it's not like you
can keep it a secret especially with you coming here, you are aren't you?
He is going to know something is wrong and its better coming for your
mouth." She said.

Why is it that mothers were always right, they seemed to know everything
worth knowing?  "Yeah you're right and thanks so much, I don't know what
I'd done without you," Jake said.  Jake was very fortunate to have Sam and
his mom in his life; they were the only one that really loved him.  "I'll
go give the phone to Sam, see you soon so you guys can have a talk" his mom
said.  There was silence, and then Jake could hear muffled voices in the
background, his mom giving Sam the phone.

"Hey Jake" Sam said.  It was great to hear his voice; it was like music to
his heart. It made his heart soar when he heard his name being said by an
angel, it made him feel wanted.  "Sam, there is something I have to tell
you" He said.  "Me too" Sam stated.

Jake wondered what Sam had to say that couldn't wait till he got there.
"Um Jake, I can't keep doing this." Sam said Jake was taken aback, he was
confused. What was it that Jake couldn't keep doing? He was afraid to ask
but it was something he had to do to get the answer.  "What what do you
mean Sam? What cant you keep doing? I don't understand," Jake asked. Tears
rolling down his face, he knew deep inside what Sam meant but he wanted him
to say it, to admit to Jake how he felt. A silence lasted a few moments,
Jake waiting for Sam to answer him and Sam getting enough courage to say
what he wanted to.

"Us, Jake I can't do US anymore. I sometimes think I'm the only one working
on the relationship." Sam told him.  "I can never touch you, you always
distance yourself. I know you don't love me?  It felt like a ton of bricks
had hit him, what Sam just did hurt more than any beating he had ever
received. The next thing that Sam said hurt him just as much.  "This is
goodbye Jacob? Sam never gave him the chance to say anything, before Jake
knew the line had went dead. He lay there, holding the now beeping
phone. He felt hollow, unable to feel anything. He finally hung up the
phone; he just continued to stare at the ceiling. Sam was ?. Gone, he
didn't want Jake anymore.

 After everything, hiding the beatings from Sam and his mom, that he
received on a daily bases, he even came out to his father and what did he
have to show, nothing absolutely nothing but pain. That's what he deserved
wasn't it, a life of pain and loneliness. He wasn't a good son, he was
faggot, and he wasn't like his father. He wasn't a good boyfriend, he
wasn't brave, and he wasn't like Sam at all.  What was he then if he wasn't
those things? He was Jacob, lonely, pathetic old Jacob.

"I am just a fool that deserves what I got? he said to himself. He didn't
notice that Mrs. T, standing in the doorway and he didn't know she heard
him. He hadn't realized that he must have zoned out.  "You are not a fool
and you didn't deserve anything that has happened to you. You must be silly
to even think that? she said. Her words made Jake jump, realizing he wasn't
alone and that Sam hadn't stopped her from coming. He wished he had, he
couldn't go back to her home, Sam's home. He wasn't welcomed there, he was
nothing to Sam. He couldn't face Sam as he was, he wouldn't understand. He
would be pissed that Jake never told him.

"Hi Mrs. T presume, I need you to sign some papers so we can release Jake?
the doctor said as he walked into the room. She turned towards the doctor,
grabbed the necessary papers from him and thanked him. The doctor left to
check on another patient. Jake quickly gathered his clothes and went into
the bathroom and changed. It seemed the floor was busy today. But the
doctor seemed to be reappeared just as Mrs. T finished signing the
forms. He was free, but nowhere could he go, he wasn't going back home he
knew that he wouldn't survive that again. Sam was what had been keeping him
alive, as he lay on the surgery table all he thought about was just seeing
Sam once more, it kept him going but now, now Sam was out of his reach, he
wasn't Jake's anymore.

"Come on Hun, time to go." She told Jacob with a smile, which shined so
warmly, a motherly smile. He didn't ask where, he didn't want to know he
just let her take him. They left the hospital and jumped into her
jeep. Nothing special just something that got her around town. He sat
silent in the passenger seat, looking out the window watching the scenes
fly by. He hadn't said a single word since they had left the hospital, he
was afraid to. Afraid to break down, afraid she would send him back to the
hell he called home for more than sixteen years of his life and most of all
he didn't want to see Sam again, see their relationship dead. They pulled
into a parking lot he recognized, it was Dairy Queen. She parked and turned
off the engine. She broke the long silence.

"Come on we'll grab a cone and talk? She said. Talk!? About what!? Did she
actually think he wanted to talk right now? There was no point, he was
standing on the point of no return, and there was nothing to stop him. He
followed her into the shop reluctantly and sat at a table while she waited
in line.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

He had thought once he had ended it with Jacob that he would feel better
inside but he didn't. He actually felt worse, if that was possible. Sam had
become his life; sure he had other friends but not as close as he had been
with him.

Lately it felt like Jacob had been lying more and hiding something from
him. Jacob never wanted to invite Sam over to hang out; things were always
done at Sam's house. Sam knew unlike himself, Jake wasn't out to his
family. Sam understood that, and told Jake that it was okay they could just
play games or watch TV while they were there but Jake always managed to
find an excuse out of it.

He had just gotten tired of it, all the lies and excuses; it was like Jacob
was ashamed of him even as just a friend or something. Sometimes Jacob even
refused to allow Sam to touch him to let a hand slide under his shirt to
cop a feel.

He sat there in the front room just watching TV and thinking when he heard
his mother's jeep pull into the driveway. He knew she'd be pissed to find
out the drive was for nothing. His mom would be really pissed to find out
he had dumped Jake. She had come along way. But it was his life and his
choices not hers.

The front door opened and in walked his mom but she wasn't alone. Jake was
with her. If she thought that bringing him here so they could talk wasn't
going to change his decision.  "Samuel! Kitchen NOW!" she yelled.

He had underestimated her anger it had seemed. He did what he was told,
went and sat at the kitchen table, waiting for them to come in and sit so
they could talk. He waited awhile and finally his mom came into the
kitchen, still as pissed as she was when she first walked in. Sam could
notice she had been crying too. But there was no sign of Jake.

"Do you even use that head of yours to think anymore or is it just an
oversized paper weight?" she asked.

She placed her purse on the counter and started pulling out pill bottles
and sitting them on the counter. Ignoring her question, his attention
caught by the bottles.

"Mom, what's with the medication?"He asked her.  "Why do you care?" she
asked him back.

He was hurt by that, she was his mother, he loved her. He had no one else;
he never knew his father and his mother refused to speak of him. Of course
he cared.

"Oh it's because I'm your mother that you give a damn then huh? Well Hun
you don't have to worry yourself than because they're not mine. She said
with acid in her voice.

Not hers? Than that'd mean they were Jake's. Why would he need medication?
There was something wrong and she wasn't telling him.

"What's wrong mom?" he pleaded.

"I don't know Hun, he won't tell me. I barely got that you dumped him out
of his mouth. He didn't want to come here and I don't understand. He had
just wanted me to sign him out and just let him go but I couldn't." she
said as her anger slowly faded away.

They shared an embrace which lasted what seemed a while and was comforting
to the both of them. Sam began to cry in his mother's arms.

Sam couldn't believe what he had done. He knew he should have broken it off
face to face but it had scared him so he chose the easy way out and had
done it over the phone. He couldn't imagine what Jake went through and then
laying in a hospital bed, dumped by his boyfriend. Sam made himself sick,
he was a horrible person.

"It's ok Hun why don't you go up and check on him while I call his dad and
fill him in on what had been happening."

Sam pulled away quickly to look at his mother.

"You can't! You can't call his dad, you remember what Jake said. No phone
calls to his dad." he said

"I know but he was in the hospital, his dad has a right to know." she
stated

Sam just nodded his head; he left the kitchen heading upstairs. Each step
seemed to be million light years away, he was afraid and scared and most of
all ashamed. The one person he loved with all his heart lay broken up there
and he had added insult to injury.

He finally reached the top of the stairs; it took all his will power just
to continue. He moved over to his bedroom door, peered in and looked in. No
sign of Jake, he felt a little hurt but understood. The door to the guest
room was closed like usual but he walked over and quietly opened it and
looked in. He had found Jake, curled up in a ball on the bed. He wanted to
walk in and make everything better but the screaming downstairs stopped
him. He turned around and went back downstairs to investigate.  His mother
was slumped in a chair by the counter with her head in her hands, quite
visibly upset at whatever Jake's father had said. Sam walked over to her
and hugged her.

"What's wrong mom? Does he think we had something to do with it?" he
pleaded.

"No" said a voice in the door way.

His mother and him turned and looked, Jake leaned against the doorway, and
Sam could see that Jake was in pain, lurking in his eyes.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just need to grab some meds." he continued

He walked over to the counter and grabbed a glass and filled it from the
sink. He grabbed a bottle of meds off the counter and popped two of
whatever they were in his mouth and chased them down with the glass of
water.

As he walked back towards the doorway he stopped and placed his hand on
Mrs. Tyler's shoulder.

"Tell him, I don't care anymore. I'm done hiding."

Sam didn't understand, hiding what? From him? Why?

"Are you sure?" she asked him

"Never more" he replied and then he was gone, quicker than Sam expected him
to move.

*** *** ***

It felt like he had been running for what seemed like forever in the
darkness that surrounded him. He felt so alone, he didn't understand why he
continued, there was no point but he knew if he stopped now his father
would catch up to him. He was scared, his dad would surely make sure that
he died this time.

He was distracted; he didn't notice the figure that crept up behind
him. Hands on his shoulders made him panic. The hands spun him around, it
was his father. He sent his arms flaying. His left hand made contact with
something really hard.

He started hearing a voice, someone he recognized. He was confused.

"Wake up."  "Come on wake up" "Please"

He finally realized that he was having a nightmare, that was the only
explanation. He slowly woke up to Sam standing over him, trying to shake
his shoulders to wake him.

"I'm up Sammy I'm up" he said sleepy.

Sam stopped shaking Jake but left his hands on his shoulders.

"Why Jake, why didn't you tell me."He asked.

He had a sad look on his face, he just didn't understand. He wanted Jake to
explain it to him. He could have been there for him, protected him. He felt
hurt, like Jake couldn't trust him. And then he saw it, the look within
Jake's eyes. He understood now, it was clear as day. It was because Jake
loved him and wanted to protect him. It could have been him in the hospital
or worse. The guilt of his father hurting someone he loved, especially HIS
Sam, would have killed him.

Sam wrapped his arms around Jacob and pulled him in for a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me" Sam pleaded, starting to cry.

Jake pulled away a bit and looked Sam straight in the eyes. "No"

**** **** **** ****

Everything changed six years ago, six god damn pain filled years. He'd
never forget, the memories seared forever in his mind. He had been a joyous
man who had loved his family but he was no longer that man. It all started
to descend into the hell that Jake would become to know very well, it was
rather warm day in April.

Jake had begged his parents to take him to rent a movie, his mother finally
caved in and agreed. His mother and he went while his father stayed to
prepare for the movie. He made popcorn and poured some soda for each of
them.

He began to grow worry, his wife and son had been gone about a half hour
and still no sign of them. The rental place was only about a two or three
minute drive. It wasn't until another fifteen minutes passed until he heard
a vehicle pull into the driveway.

The sound of three loud knocks, that's all it took to change his world
forever. He saw two police officers when he answered the door. He didn't
want to know, he was scared. Ignorance was a bliss, and that was just
something that he couldn't afford.

The moods of the two officers were as dark as their uniforms. They asked to
come in and for Mr. Smith to take a seat.

Apparently it was because of a drunk driver, the driver didn't stop at the
red light. Neither his beloved wife or the drunk driver survived, only his
son. He couldn't fathom why god would punish him like that. He had been a
great person, a loving husband and a supportive father.

He knew it wasn't jakes fault but he found it easier to blame him. he soon
mastered it like it was just another skill. Every bad thing that happened
soon became Jakes fault. some days all it took was a certain look from
Jake's face that just set him off in a blind rage. He felt a release in
hurting Jake.

He made sure not to leave any suspicious markings, he wasn't an idiot. Who
knew who had a wandering eye anymore. It had taken quite a bit to break the
spirit within Jake, but the little shit was no match for his father. Why
should the twerp get to live when his mother wasn't even given the
chance. She had been pronounced at the scene the police had said.

Rick had learned early in the game, tats what he figured all this was, that
the pain doesn't go away you have to drown it away. Before Lily died he
barely touched a drink. He might have had one once and a while over at Lily
and his friends when they were invited over for dinner but that was it. He
sure made up for it after Lily died. He got so bad that the law office he
worked for fired him, but again it was Jake's fault. He had received one
hell of a beating that day.

Their friends, Lily and his, just stopped coming around. Some tried to help
out the best they could but they all got the message sooner or later their
help wasn't wanted. Some even suspected that Jake was being abused but they
had no proof and Jake was afraid he'd receive a beating if he told. It was
like the friendships never existed. It just made Rick drink more and
more. It made life even more difficult for Jake. He never knew when the
next beating came.  **** ***** **** A few weeks had passed since Jacob had
unofficially moved into the spare bedroom. Sam had tried to fix things but
Jake wasn't making it easy. He made it quite clear to Sam that even if he
wanted to consider getting back together with him. They still had major
problems to fix, what happened to Jake didn't make them go away. Sam still
had a reason to break it off, he hadn't made Jake aware of it yet.

What hurt the deepest, was listening to the never ending argument between
Jake and his mom. Jake wanted to find a job and move out as soon as he
could. He already started handing out some resumes but hadn't heard
back. His mother wanted Jake to stay and put his energy into school then
move out, but he wasn't hearing it. Jacob promised to stay away from his
father.

He didn't know what to do. He had broken up with Jake because he felt like
Jake didn't trust him, but now, now that Sam understood. He understood
after coming out to his mom why Jake didn't come out to his father. Sitting
there dwelling on if he made the right choice didn't change the decision he
made but he regretted it. They were a good couple, each strengthened the
others weaknesses, but do good couples survive the trials of love?

Sam never stopped loving Jake and he knew for a fact that neither had Jake
either or he wouldn't want out so badly. Trust is a dangerous game, he now
understood why Jake didn't tell him but that didn't stop the pain he felt
because of it. He just didn't know where to go from here. He wanted to get
back together with him but what else could Jake been hiding or could later
hide from him, that could come nibbling on their heels.

He got off his bed and wandered over to the door to Jake's room and
knocked. No answer, so he knocked again.

"Jake" he called out

Still no answer came from within, he opened the door and peered inside.
Empty.


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I hope you enjoyed reading this, id appreciate feedback :) Im hoping to
finish chapter two soon but my luck its gonna be a while. let me know what
you liked about it and what you didnt. I dont spend as much time on mine as
I do reading and enjoying others :)

thanks for reading.