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Post by Dante Rae Belvidere on Aug 12, 2009 12:10:54 GMT -6
Dante wasn't completely full, but he wasn't starving anymore. He figured at this point it would be next to impossible for him to actually be full without constant consuming of food. Living on the streets was difficult as one could imagine. He just had to hope he never got sick... that would be the worst thing that could happen. He wouldn't be able to get medical care- what with how corrupted the hospital was now. They wouldn't treat a person unless they could pay, and Dante couldn't pay. Hell... he barely had enough money for himself after taking care of Koala. His average cash supply was under eight USD, and that was for his food, clothes, water, and basically all his necessities. Not to mention he was trying to save up. He just wanted to get Koala into a vet. Just to take a look at him. He was going to wait until he had enough money for any potential shots or anything... Sure he didn't want himself getting sick, but even more so he didn't want him getting sick. He just gave Cian a grateful smile when he insisted it wasn't going to be a problem if he were to crash their house, "Thank you so much, it really means a lot. To both of us." Sure the chances of him actually taking Cian up on that offer were slim to none, but it was still of him to offer. He just still felt like it would be putting Cian out, and he had a man ego, he didn't need anyone's help.
But then Cian surprised him. He was... he was apologizing? No. Dante didn't need an apology. Especially not from Cian of all people. People had done a lot worse to him than just being a bit jumpy when they first meet him. Cian was doing so much for Dante at the moment that Dante felt that he was the one who should be apologizing. Apologizing for making everything so damn difficult on Cian. When Cian finished apologizing Dante simply rose his hand, shaking it a bit as he shook his head, eyes closed, dismissing the thought he needed to apologize. He looked at Cian again, opening his eyes he spoke, "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm used to people being nervous or scared around me, heh, I don't exactly look like the nicest person. And besides, you've done so much for me I should probably apologize for making things difficult," he chuckled. But he also took in the fact that he had come from an appointment... and just he heard as he trailed off. Dante knew what that 'trail off' meant. He had used it plenty of times when talking about his past. He looked at Cian, "I'm not gonna press. But if you want to tell me I'll listen. And if you want an exchange I'll tell you a little of... my story," he had stalled on that last part. He hadn't expected himself to be so willing to compromise. That just made him nervous as is. Was he really willing to tell that his mother beat him and tried to kill him, and just after, his lover killed himself? He didn't know. But if Cian took him up on it, then he'd answer honestly and truthfully.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Aug 12, 2009 12:53:51 GMT -6
He wasn't going to bother arguing with Dante over who was supposed to apologise and who wasn't. It was a mute thing. He simply said, your no' making things difficult. But it was when the mention of himself being brought up that made him shift in his seat. He decided he could tell him. Why the sudden impulse to trust him was there, he didn't know, but he had heard that if it was treated like a simple coffee topic, then the memory wouldn't be so bad. But that was just what he was heard. It still didn't make it any easier. I have no idea why i am about te tell you... he said simply. It wasn't meant to offend, but it was mainly since he had just met this guy. So it was understandable. Especially with what he said next. He made damn sure to keep his voice very low so no one else would hear him. It was embarrassing enough as it was.
A couple o' months ago I was kidnapped and held for o'er forty eight hours... He sighed a little. Thinking back to it as he had to, to reveal it. I was um... abused... alternating between being physical, emotional and sexual... That was a lot easier to say then coming right out and saying, i was raped big time. I had no memory of it when i escaped... then my fiancee found me bleeding to death in an alley.. she could barely recognize me... It was the reason for his appointments. He had been so torn up from the incident, they were still doing physicals on him. He was also on a prescription for the nightmares he would have. It kept him from waking up screaming. I was taken home after a while. Then i found a tape... they had.... recorded it, thats how i now remember it... He stopped before he started going on about how his fiancee can't touch him like she used to. he would spaz out a little. Now he felt weird having said anything. Feeling really embarrassed about it all.
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Post by Dante Rae Belvidere on Aug 12, 2009 23:16:26 GMT -6
Dante was glad that it didn't feel like he was making things difficult. He would have absolutely hated putting this guy out more than he already had. It had been clear earlier that he had been less than excited to have Dante around, even though it seemed the guy had warmed up to him. Of course he had. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have given Dante his address. He was silent as he watched Cian shift and debate mentally on whether or not he should tell Dante. And Dante wasn't going to press. It wasn't that he didn't want to know, it was just that he wasn't sure if Cian wanted him to know. And so while Cian took the time debating mentally, he put his hand out to his dog, patting his head gently and scratching behind his ear before the dog gave Dante such a look that it simply melted the man's heart. He picked the dog up from his seat and placed him on his lap. From there, Koala seemed more than happy as he leaned into his master's chest, almost snuggling into him.
And then, when Cian seemed to be telling what happened. Dante put his entire attention on Cian. If it was going to be such a big deal for him to tell the tale, then Dante was going to make it easy on him and honestly listen. He heard what the bastards had done. And it pissed Dante off like no other. His expression showed that.. It was something of anger at those who did it. When Cian was finished Dante was silent a moment. That explained a hell of a lot. Then his voice was quiet as he spoke, "Those God damn fusking bastards. Who the fusk does that? Tell me someone kicked their ass. If not, I'll do it." Dante said ever so gracefully. He was furious at whoever did that. No. You just don't take advantage of someone just like that. He took a deep breath and looked at Cian.
"Well, at least I know. And it certainly explains your jumpiness around me. I'm sorry for freaking you out, I can only imagine how horrible it was," and then Dante had his end of the deal. He knew how hard it was for Cian to talk about his ordeal, and Dante was lucky. At least one of the things he was talking about wasn't going to be as recent. He didn't think he could discuss the suicide committed by his lover just yet... but he could talk about why he was on the streets, "And I promised if you told me I'd tell you. Mine actually isn't as recent, and it doesn't affect me much, but I guess it explains the lack of a house," he said sheepishly. It almost felt foolish now, offering something that happened so long ago and something he had gotten over in exchange for that. But he was a coward, and so he would stay with it, "From when I was born, my mother hated me. Basically because I wasn't her child. My father had an affair, my biological mother died during child birth so there was only one place for me. And after my father died when I was what... like five I think... she started beating me," he sighed, "Then around I think seven I found my mom's cigarettes and some beer in the fridge. And those two things got me through my childhood I guess. Just getting drunk. It was relaxing and things didn't hurt as much. But around twelvish I think I broke a dish or something and she snapped. She tried to kill me. Eh, I managed to get away, and I'm fine now, it just sorta sucked."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Aug 14, 2009 18:59:47 GMT -6
wow. He really didn't expect Dante to get this way. He looked really pissed off about it. Cian listened to him and nodded. My fiancee took care o' them... it won' happen again.. What would have been dumb, would be if Cian had said something like 'oh yes, she killed them after mutilating them a little.' He heard Dante apologising. Cian shook his head a little and smiled slightly. No.. don' apologise.. You didn' know, an' its all over an' done with. He shifted a little again. Wow.. it was awkward now. Atleast for him. He still felt so... wrong. But he was better. He had improved a lot since then. Now though it was Dante's turn to talk. Cian hadn't actually been expecting him to say anything. But he would listen and give him as much attention as he had dealt.
His mind was focused on Dante's voice and every word he was saying. Cian was slowly growing more horrified by the minute. Why in the hell would someone want to hurt a child?! Be it her child or not. That was sick. Cian didn't think that she was right in the head. To try and do such a thing was a horrible and disgusting thing to imagine. Tha' more then sorta sucked Dante... I'm sorry tha' happened... it really shouldn' have.. You deserved.. still do deserve better. He smiled at him, he was trying to be reassuring to him. Cian felt terrible. The woman viewed as a mother figure actually tried to kill this man? That was disgusting.
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Post by Dante Rae Belvidere on Aug 15, 2009 1:39:23 GMT -6
Dante managed to calm a little when he found out that Cian's fiancee had taken care of everything. He hated people like that, naturally. They were assholes. They terrified people... and made them afraid of people like Dante. Of course, Dante didn't need much help scaring people. They were afraid of him just on their own most of the time. It had probably been the scars on his face or something.... At least he had forgiven him for spooking him earlier. He just held Koala tighter as he had spoken himself, a bit shy and nervous on how he'd take the information. After all... who could love and care for someone who's own mother hated? But he told it. And he felt like a slight coward for opting for this instead of... the other thing, but he was just starting to try and open up. He didn't want to give too much too soon.
And he was also a bit surprised by his reaction. Well, more by his words. But he figured he should have been expecting at least something like that. He hadn't told anyone until now... and so... well, he didn't know what he expected. So any reaction surprised him. It was sort of awkward for him too. Someone actually expressing... hmm, what, sympathy? for him. Something just didn't fit in his mind. He just wasn't used to it. So he quickly wrote it off and commented a reply, "Thanks... but well, it was a long time ago. I'm over it. Worse things have happened to me than that." he said before pulling Koala into him, holding him tightly. But not too tightly, he didn't want to hurt her by accident.
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