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Silent Tears	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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WARNING: IN THIS CHAPTER, JOEY GOES INTO DETAIL ABOUT HIS ABUSE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

CHAPTER FIVE
Wheeler had gone to his room shortly after Mokuba had left for his sleepover. Now was the perfect time to study his unwanted guest.
Seto went to his home office on the second floor. It had an attached door to his private bathroom and bedroom through a hidden door. He put the CD in and plugged in his headphones before placing them in his ears.
Seto opened the video and pressed play. The video came on in perfect clarity. It showed Wheeler and the two police officers settling down in the center of the study. Seto maximized the video to full screen before settling back in his chair.
Joey turned his wheelchair and locked his wheels while facing the officers. Officer McCallahan sat on an armchair near him while Captain Mouri sat on the couch a short distance from them. Officer McCallahan reached out to pat Joey gently on the arm.
“I’m going to ask you a series of questions. I want you to be honest with me, okay?”
Joey nodded his head.
“Good. Now when did the abuse start?”
Joey leaned back in his wheelchair.
“My father started slapping me around on occasion when I was nine. After he and my Ma split, he began beating me more. The abuse tapered off when I joined the gang, but it picked back up after I left.”
Before he had asked his first question, Officer McCallahan had started a voice recorder. Captain Mouri was jotting down notes on a pad of paper. Joey was wringing his hands together in his lap.
“Okay. Did you tell anyone about these injuries?”
Joey grimaced.
“I didn’t before my parents split. I tried once to tell my teacher, but she called me a liar and threatened to fail me if I told lies like that again. Dr. Connors saw me a couple of times when I was at the hospital for more serious injuries. He believed me and convinced me last year to tell the police. But they didn’t believe me either. Not until my best friends walked in on my dad beating me.”
Officer McCallahan looked clearly unsettled by the youth’s answer, but made no comment.
“Describe the beatings for me.”
Joey closed his eyes and lowered his head. It was almost as if he were trying to block out the memories.
“At first, they were mild. He would pop me in the face or take a belt to my back or butt. He would yell at me and call me names like worthless and waste of space. It escalated after the first time he threw me down some stairs.”
Joey paused. He opened his eyes halfway and turned his head to look off to the side.
“Then he started getting more…creative. He would tie me down and take out a knife. He would make cuts where my clothes would hide them. Then he’d pour alcohol on them. It burned real bad.”
Joey proceeded to list off everything he had been put through over the last few years. Most of it was physical while some of it was verbal.
Tied down and whipped; locked out of his apartment in the dead of winter without a jacket; forced to take a hot shower with open whip marks on his back; made to stand in a corner all night long without rest; forced to lie in a bathtub full of ice.
“Did your father ever touch you intimately? Below the belt?”
Joey smiled as he turned his gaze back around to Officer McCallahan.
“Nah. Dad never touched me. I ain’t his type,” Joey joked with a small chuckle.
Officer McCallahan’s smile wasn’t nearly as big as, but it was there.
“I’m glad to hear that. Do you need to take a break?”
Joey shook his head.
“Okay. I only have a few more for you. To your knowledge, has your father even done drugs?”
“Nah. He drinks like a fish, but he don’t do drugs,” Joey answered. “It takes him quite a bit to get drunk.”
Wheeler’s father had treated him like a puppet; a play thing that he thought he had every right to play with. The rest of the questions were mundane and he didn’t care to hear the answers. He took his headphones out and popped the CD out. With the CD back in its case, Seto leaned back in his desk chair with his eyes closed.
Wheeler was sixteen, going on seventeen. He had been abused since he was nine. That was seven years. Seven years of enduring pain and having people not believe him. A teacher even going so far as to call him a liar.
S-SNAP. Seto opened his eyes and looked down at his hand. The two halves of a pen fell from his hand and onto the desk. He had forgotten he had even been holding a pen. It had been quite a while since he had snapped a pen.
Thankfully, his hand only had a little bit of ink on it. Seto stood up from his desk and went through the hidden door to his bathroom. He carefully washed the ink from his hand until there were no signs of blue on his hand.
Seto had just returned from the bathroom when a maid suddenly blew in. Marie had her coat on, meaning she should have been on her way out. The only ones on duty at the mansion now should have been Roland and the other security.
“What is the meaning of this?” Seto demanded.
Marie was one of his younger maids, but she had been a loyal employee for eight years. She was always polite and respectful. She came up to him with a very startled look on her face.
“Master Kaiba, sir, you must come quickly! Your guest. Your guest; he’s screaming. I can’t wake him.”
Seto slammed his laptop closed and quickly darted around her to the door. Marie followed after him, making sure to close the office door behind her. She was almost running to keep up with the brunette’s long strides.
“I was coming through the hallway when I first heard him. He’s shaking and screaming. I couldn’t wake him so I got Roland. Roland’s trying his best, but he told me to run and fetch you,” Marie explained, his words rapidly moving together.
As they came to the open hall and stairs, sounds of screaming could be heard.
“Fuck,” Seto swore, descending the stairs two steps at a time.
Marie paused for a moment with a hand up to her mouth to cover her gasp. She had never heard the teenage CEO swear; not even in his most frustrated moments. Putting her hand on the railing, she quickly scurried down the stairs after the young master.
As they neared Joey’s room, the screams increased in volume. The sight they came upon was very distressing. Roland was knelt down on the ground, trying to untangle Joey from his sheets while trying to stop him from further hurting himself. There were smears of fresh blood on the bed and sheets. Joey was clutching his head and screaming himself hoarse, showing no awareness to Roland.
Seto immediately knelt beside Roland while pulling out a pocket knife. Marie stood in the background with her hands over her mouth.
“Hold him down,” Seto ordered.
Roland released his hold on the sheets and did his best to pin Joey down. Seto quickly and carefully sliced through the sheets with the pocket knife. By some miracle, he managed to avoid cutting the blonde teen.
With Joey now free from the sheets, his body thrashed more. Seto jumped to his feet to snatch up a non-blood stained pillow. He helped Roland to move Joey away from the bed and the other pieces of furniture. Seto leaned the pillow up against a wall and sat down with Roland assisting him in wrestling Joey down into his arms.
Joey’s screams were now reduced to mere whimpers. He threw his head back, hitting it once on the wall before Seto was able to pull it down to safety. Joey shook and fought his hold, but Seto’s arms locked him down. Seto glanced over Roland’s shoulder to see Marie gathering the bloody sheets to change the bed.
“Help her,” Seto told the man.
Not questioning the brunette, Roland left him alone to care for Joey. Seto sat with his legs crossed and Joey sitting sideways in the open space. He forced the blonde to pull his legs up to his chest so he was curled into a ball on his lap. Seto locked his arms around Joey in an attempt to rock him.
Joey whimpered while burrowing his face into Seto’s clothed chest. He grasped the brunette’s shirt with both hands. Sensing that the blonde wasn’t going anywhere, Seto released one arm to hold his head. He slipped his fingers into the thick blonde hair and held tight. Seto dropped his head on top of Joey’s head, to prevent the blonde from trying to butt his chin with his head.
“Settle down, Wheeler. You’re safe. Listen to my voice. You’re fine. You’re fine. Nothing will get to you here,” Seto whispered.
He continued to rock the blonde, despite the slowing of Joey’s shaking. He had no doubt that the blonde had taken the sleeping pill again and wasn’t going to be waking until morning. In a way, that made him feel relieved. He did not want to explain to a conscious Wheeler why he had him on his lap with arms wrapped around him.
He blocked out the sounds of Marie and Roland tending to the bed. He focused his full attention on calming the blonde in his arms and lap. Seto’s free hand slipped under Joey’s shirt to gently grasp his lower back while he hugged him to his chest. Soon Joey’s whimpers died down to a few small sniffles.
Seto looked up when Roland reappeared in his line of sight.
“Is it you or him?” Seto asked, referring to the blood.
“His, sir. But I’m not sure from where,” Roland confessed.
“Find out.”
Kneeling down beside the teens, Roland did a thorough scan of Joey’s body. Roland finally found a cut on Joey’s foot. He retrieved some things from the bathroom that he used to clean, disinfect, and bandage the cut. While he was doing this, Marie was finishing up with the bed.
“See Marie out, Roland. I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” Seto told him.
Roland nodded his head without a word. Seto lowered his head back down. He held the blonde tightly, almost too tightly. He didn’t want the blonde to start panicking again and lashing out at him. Seto heard Roland escort Marie out of the room.
He heard Joey let out a small moan while nuzzling his chest. Seto jumped when he felt a small nibbling on his skin through his shirt. Seto used his strong hold on Joey’s head to pull his head back. Joey whimpered.
“Cut it out, mutt. I am not your chew toy,” Seto hissed.
He loosened his hold when Joey released a loud whine. Joey surprised him by murmuring, “ ‘m sorry.” Seto chuckled as he patted Joey on the head.
“You should be, Wheeler.”
Roland soon returned and awaited further orders. Seto told him what he wanted done. Roland reached down to support Joey’s body weight while Seto stood up. Joey wouldn’t release his hold on Seto’s shirt so Seto held him up in his arms.
Roland snatched up the pillow from the ground and walked over to the bed. He pulled back the covers and again helped Joey as Seto lay down on the bed. Joey naturally curled up on his chest and stretched his legs out. Seto had to resist the urge to shove him off his body when their legs intertwined.
“Don’t say a word,” Seto growled to Roland.
Roland only flashed him a small smile while pulling the covers up. Seto had him pull them up to mid-back before backing off. Seto had planned on getting some company work done tonight, since tomorrow was Monday and a *blech* school day. Instead Seto gave Roland a precise list of things to do.
The older male nodded and left to follow his commands.
Seto let out a frustrated sigh as he gave Joey’s head a quick shake.
“You’re turning into an even bigger pain in my ass,” Seto sneered.
Joey’s face scrunched up and he cringed away. Seto let out a whoosh of air before sitting up and holding Joey back at arm’s length. They would both heat up fairly quickly with what they currently had on. So the shirts had to go.
Seto took off his own shirt and tossed it to the floor. Pulling Joey closer, Seto carefully maneuvered Joey’s shirt up and over his head. Joey yelped in mild pain as his ribs were jarred. A soft hand rubbed gently over the bandages in apology.
“Relax, Wheeler. It’s only going to hurt more if you don’t relax,” Seto murmured to him.
Joey’s facial features relaxed as Seto eased him down onto his back. Seto ran a heavy hand over the blonde’s outer thigh. Good. It seemed the boy was wearing boxers under his pants. Seto slid his hands up to Joey’s waistband and pulled the sleep pants down over his legs.
Joey let out a sigh as the tension left his body. Seto shoved the shirt and pants off the bed. He pulled Joey back up into his arms and settled the two of them back under the covers. Joey let out another sigh while resting his head over Seto’s heart.
Seto didn’t like the ticklish feeling of Joey’s hair on his chest, but he allowed it. He didn’t have much of a choice. The abused teen needed rest in which he didn’t further injure himself. Seto’s lower hand squeezed the skin in his grasp before releasing it.
Seto roughly yanked his phone out of his pocket. He held it up in front of his face. He thumbed through to his music player and turned it to classical music. He turned up the volume to the maximum and laid it down on the bed stand. He knew he probably wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight, but he wanted to at least give it a try.

/……/

Joey felt himself starting to wake up. He groaned as he realized he was lying on his back. He could feel the throbbing pain shooting through his upper back.
Joey released another groan, but for a whole different reason. Something hot and wet was attached to his throat. When he felt that something suck his skin and teeth graze it, Joey realized it was someone’s mouth. It was then he realized the person whose mouth was attached to his throat was pressing him down on the mattress.
Joey let out a broken gasp. His hands came up to grasp the back of the head of his…assailant? He felt two hands come up his sides, making him whimper at the touch to his ribs. The mouth pulled off his throat and a hot tongue lapped up his throat to his ear.
“Relax, Wheeler,” a strangely familiar voice told him.
The blonde teen wracked his brain for identification. He swore he knew who that voice belonged to. But the sensations they were causing to course through his body clouded his mind. So he leaned his head back instead, further bearing his throat. The person brushed a kiss over his ear before latching back onto his throat.
With his eyes still closed, Joey let out a series of whimpers, groans, and sighs. He gasped when he felt a heavy hand dip between the mattress and his back. The hand grasped his lower back in a firm grip. It massaged the skin there as the mouth released his throat.
The person moved back up his body, sensually rubbing their own body against his. The erection pressing firmly against his thigh confirmed his thoughts to the gender of the person on top of him.
“Does that feel good?”
Joey’s only reply was another moan as the hands dipped below the waistband of his boxers. A dark chuckle echoed through his ears.
“So easily aroused, huh? I wonder how long it will take to…fix that.”
Joey’s eyes shot wide open with a gasp. He found himself lying on his stomach, not his back, and no one in the bed except him. Unless you counted the throbbing appendage between his legs rubbing against the mattress. Joey groaned as he flopped his head down into his pillow.
After a few seconds of mumbling curses into the pillow, Joey turned his head and turned a bleary eye to the clock. He was shocked to see the time as 8:09 A.M. Shit. He was late to school.
It was then he noticed a small folded card beside the clock. It had Wheeler written on the front. Joey rolled to his side and reached his hand out to pick up the card. He flicked it open to read.
Wheeler,
I decided to let sleeping dogs lie. Now stay. Don’t worry about school. Your guidance counselor will be by at ten. So don’t laze about all morning.
It wasn’t signed, but Joey knew who the writer was. Oddly enough, the insults of dogs and being lazy didn’t bother him. His father had called him far worse. Actually, as weird as it was, he secretly kind of liked it. Being referred to as a dog wasn’t necessarily a good thing, but in a way it was a nickname of sorts. One that only Kaiba called him.
In a way, it made Joey feel special. In a weird, what-the-Hell-have-you-been-smoking kind of way. Glancing at the clock, he noticed it was 8:15 A.M. With a groan, Joey realized he needed to get up and get moving.
With a groaned sigh, Joey sat up and looked around for his wheelchair.
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
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