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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 19, 2009 6:06:01 GMT -6
When they finally did return from the hospital, Cian couldn't wait to get off of the bike. He was growing fairly uncomfortable as the morphine he had been given at the hospital via IV was wearing off. For the first time, Cian was beginning to feel pain. In the flat Cian needed to sit. He needed to rest. His mind was a little warped from what he had learned there and it made him tired. Draining his energy. With a slow pace, Cian made his way to her couch and sat down slowly. Easing his way down, being so careful. He was so sore. Once he was finally sitting, he leaned against the back of the couch and tilted his head back. Closing his eyes as silent, hot salty tears seeped from the corners of his eyes. He open his eyes again. He swallowed his tears back and stared at the ceiling for a little. He was glad that he was here. Here he was with Pauley, here he didn't have to worry, here he was safe. The pub had already been contacted, telling them that he wasn't going to be coming in due to his health of late. Good thing too. He didn't want to, nor did he think he could work like this.
The saddest thing was that he went through all of this for a chance to get money so he could pay his rent. That was all he wanted. That was all that Cian Callum Mahoney wanted, and he ended up with more then he bargined for and less then he had gone for. The the blame came in. This was his fault. Had he just stopped and gone home, had he not been so desperate and put himself up as a chip in the game. This probably would have never happened. As he sit there, he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He slowly got up and stood in place looking for his painkillers. He saw them and moved over to them. His footing was slow as it hurt to walk, but it hurt more to sit. Just more proof of what had been done to him. A truth that he hated. Loathed more then anything in the world. He took the medication, popping a painkiller he went to sit back down on the couch. Once more he had to ease himself down gently onto the cushions. After such a long silence he finally spoke. His voice was a little shakey, "Thank you Pauley..." he uttered the words in priase that she was still here. That she had offered him to stay with her. That she wasn't going to leave him over this. He was thristy again. Damn medication.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 19, 2009 11:57:25 GMT -6
Shuffling through the flat, Pauley let him get settled in as she straightened things up. Chinese boxes we tossed and she loaded the few dishes that were in the sink. A few articles of clothing were picked up and tossed into a hamper, and she made sure her ash trays were clean. A pack of cigarettes sat on the coffee table already, so she went back into the kitchen and made up two glasses of ice water. As she joined him in the living room, Pauley set the glasses down and stood by the couch. She was antsy, and didn’t really know what to do. Sitting on the couch, she pulled his bandaged hand in hers and settled for sitting in silence, letting her thoughts take her away. “You’re welcome, hun. Let’s just get some rest.”
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 19, 2009 12:56:25 GMT -6
He didn't really know what to do, to be completely honest. He was lost in a familiar world, and the feeling was strange. The doctor had said the word suspect. It was only suspected, but how could it not be truth. With all of the bruises, with the painful feeling he got when he walked, when he sat. But it was possible that he was just kicked a few dozen good times. He was going to choose to deny the possibility. Until proof was granted. Until it was shown to him, he wouldn't believe it happened. There was just no way it would happen. Not to him. It wasn't possible. He listened to her as she spoke quietly. She was amazing in all ways. Even the smallest gesture was one he grately appreciated. Like that water. Or especially just the fact that she was holding one bandaged hand. He really did love her and thought that she was definately... "a lilly amoungst the thorns..." thats what he said. Cian looked at her. The battered mess he was. "Tha's what you are Pauley..." He smiled at her though the pulling stitches on his cheek and chin. It was the right side of his face that had been hurt the most. His swollen eye, the stitches in his cheek. The stitches in his chin were towards the right. The swelling in his eye had gone down a little more so he could half ass open it now. But it was still deep purple and nearly black in places. The ouside rim of the entire eye injury was a sick yellowish tinge. He leaned over. Pain was shooting through him, but it was tolerable as the painkillers he had taken were already working their magic. Grasping the glass with a shakey, free hand. He brough the glass to his lips and drank down a third of the contents in the glass. The cold liquid rushed over his lips and into his mouth. Down his throat. The dry feeling left and once more there was moisture on his tongue. It tasted so sweet. Setting the glass down gently. He leaned back again.
His thoughts wondering a little. Trying desperately hard to remember what had happened. He really wanted to know. He had to know. In a sense he did, but for some reason his mind had locked the information away and wasn't going to allow him to know what happened. It frustrated him. He sighed a little and rested his head against her shoulder a little. Sighing gently as his mind raced with ideas and thoughts. What happened? What did they really do and why? There was no reason to attack him like that. To beat him so and in such a way. He didn't understand it. He couldn't understand it. He wanted to go back to his place. Not to stay, but to collect a few things. To see if it had been broken into. He felt a pull. A need to go back to his place. Cian had a strong feeling that something would be there. Something that would prove or disprove the suspicions about what happened. Why he felt this way, he didn't know. But he did. Anything. Maybe it was a desperate hope. A confessional letter or video. A recording of some kind. Anything to prove or disprove the suspected. However physical evidence was enough to prove suspicion right, he hoped that he hadn't actually been abused sexually. He could handle being beaten, but that was personal. Far too personal and it scared him. Then more thoughts came rushing into his mind. What if there was a video. What if they, or he, or even she was twisted and sick. Recording it all. Placing it in his mail box to screw with his mind more. No, he shook those thoughts away. That was not something good to think about. it wasn't relaxing in the least, but he couldn't entirely shake the idea. Paranoia. Thats what was going on. More thoughts kept coming, what if a video was made? what if it was put on the net? people watching it right now? His hands were shaking a little. He was obviously worried about something. Looking at her once more he asked, almost urgently. "Fags?" he needed a smoke and he needed one now.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 19, 2009 22:56:45 GMT -6
Leaning over, Pauley snagged the pack of cigarettes and put two in her mouth. With flare, she lit them both, inhaled, and handed one to the man next to her. It felt good to finally have some nicotine in her system; it had been at least a day since she had her last smoke. Her eye twitched as the smoke filled her lungs, the comforting feeling returning. She had nearly forgotten how good it felt to have a good smoke. Wanting to be close to her new boyfriend, the color blind woman took his hand and gently pulled him over, patting her lap. "Here, babe. Lay down." She smiled as he placed his head in her lap and gingerly laid down.
Free hand going straight to his hair, Pauley played with the soft strands and began to hum. He was safe, and would be alright and she was going to make damn sure of it. Bending over, she kissed the man in her lap, running her tongue over his lips, seeking entrance.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 19, 2009 23:14:41 GMT -6
He hadn't had a smoke in nearly four days now and he was craving horribly. Once he had it, he took a very long and deep drag from it. Instantly his nerves had begun to calm and he wasn't shaking anymore. He was feeling better as he let the smoke fill his lungs completely. He absolutely loved the toxic air. It was so relaxing. Addictions suck. but right now, he was glad he had his. He finished the smoke very quickly and had extinguished it in the ashtray. God did he feel better. A good smoke had helped him alot. It was good. So good. Better then, no.. not better then sex. That was going too far. NO! consentual sex. That sat in his mind better.
He felt her pull on his hand gently so he moved closer. Looking at her lap as she told him to lay down. He slid down slowly. Not wanting to bring himself pain. He eased down and let his head lay in her lap. Curled up on the couch in a ball with his head resting gently in her lap. Her fingers running through his hair. It was calming and soothing and he was immediately. He shut his eyes and very softly, very quietly groaned a little. He loved having his hair played with, or having his scalp massaged. Her humming was very soothing aswell and that, with the playing with his hair, had him in a near trance. He then felt her kiss and her tongue. Returning the kiss he gladly allowed her entrance as his tongue met hers. his kisses were soft and ginger as his cheek was tight and his chin also, so he was a little sore.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 19, 2009 23:23:24 GMT -6
With a small peck of her lips, Pauley ended the kiss and resumed playing with his hair. Finishing her cigarette, she leaned over and stubbed it out. She ran a hand over his face, letting her thumb slide over his lips, and carefully around his stitches, caressing him, knowing he was hers. As her hand returned to his thick hair, she sighed and closed her eyes. "I love you, Cian. I just want you to know. You are the best thing to happen to me. I really do love you." She felt a tear slide down her cheek as her heart swelled thinking about how much she loved him. She would kill for him, and that exactly what she planned to do. He was hers just as much as she was his.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 19, 2009 23:46:45 GMT -6
The kiss had ended and Cian sighed silently as she went back to his hair. He was comfortable here. Like this there was no pain. He couldn't feel any, and it was wonderful. Feeling her hand, he just remained as he had been as she caressed his face gently. Being so careful. He looked up at her as she spoke. Barely able to keep his eyes open as he was falling asleep every time his hair was played with. He furrowed his brow as a tear fell from her eyes. he reached up with a bandaged hand and wiped it away. "I love you too Pauley... please... don' cry." he hated seeing her cry. He still was wanting to go back to his place and do a check. the idea was rotting in his mind and he needed to be sure it was just a thought. "Pauley... I want te go back to my place..." He then added quickly. "Not to stay! I just.. I need to get something, and i want to check something else..."
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 20, 2009 0:19:39 GMT -6
Quickly wiping the lone tear away and mad at herself for letting him catch her crying, Pauley nodded. "Yea, sure. I wasn't really crying, it was just, well, I don't know what. But yea, we can go to your place, if you're sure you want to go." She kind of wanted to check the place out as well. Maybe there would be some clue as to who did this. She stroked his hair a bit more and kissed his forehead. "I'm right beside you, what ever you choose to do."
Knowing the bike ride to his place would not be a good idea considering his injuries, Pauley thought about calling a cab. She didn't really feel like driving right then anyway. "I'll call a cab when you want to go. That way you won't have to ride the uncomfortable bike. Is that alright?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 20, 2009 0:30:08 GMT -6
He wasn't falling for her excuse. But he really didn't care either way. He was relieved that they could go to his place. He looked at her and nodded. "I do want te go... I have to." He was sincere. He really did need to go. It would put his mind at ease. Besides, there was a picture at his place that he wanted. That he had to have. It was a photo of his family. All together, him, his little brother and parents. Everyone. Hell, even the dog was in the picture. He needed his family, and that was as close as he could get to them at the moment. The cab idea was great in his books. He didn' relish the idea of riding on her bike. It would hurt too much. "I want to go as soon as possible. I have to... I need to, and yes.. that cab is a great idea."
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 20, 2009 0:37:50 GMT -6
She let him sit up, and Pauley got up to find her cell. Calling the cab, she also grabbed her keys and wallet, just in case. Hanging up the phone, she went to help her hurting lover from the couch if he needed it. "The cab will be here in a few minutes. Are you ready for this?" Taking his hand in hers, they two made their way out of her apartment door and down the elevator. The cab sat at the curb waiting for them. Before getting in, she stopped and kissed Cian. Her eyes were bright, and she looked at him hard and realized her greatest fear; his eyes weren't the same. He would never completely recover, but she was still gonna be there for him. "Let's go, babe."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 20, 2009 0:55:28 GMT -6
He sat up slowly. Careful not to hurt himself as he watched her call the cab up. He accepted the offered help gladly. It was easier and didn't hurt. He took her hand, holding it firmly. His wrists still hurt, but it wasn't too bad. Just a lot of stinging. He went with her into the elevator then out to the cab as it was waiting for them. He returned her kiss, but couldn't help feeling a little awkward about it. she stopped soon though, so he was fine with it. He nodded at her words and got into the cab with her. Closing the door, Cian told the driver where to go in his weak and tired voice.
It was an anxious ride there. Driving through the streets he ran down in terror, fleeing for his life. Bound and beaten. Battered and tattered. Scared and completely alone. He closed his eyes until the cab stopped and said they had arrived. He told him to keep the car running. Cian looked at Pauley and took a deep breath. Crawling out of the cab, he headed to his place. Walking up the path he noticed something unusual already. His door was open. Cian heaved a shakey sigh and approached carefully. His yard was littered with old metal and other useless crap from the previous owners. He bent down slowly and picked up and hunk of metal. Holding it firmly he entered his place and flicked on the light. The makeshift weapon fell from his hand as he looked at the disaster his place had become. Everything was in ruin.
Cian moved immediately into the living room to seek out his family photo. He found it after some time, but the frame was broken. He felt horrible that had happened and he hugged it to his chest. But there was something else that caught his eye. He saw a note and it rested on something that wasn't his. A camcorder. A small one, but it was still one. He took it and shoved it into his pocket quickly. Hiding it from view. But he held the note in his hand. The words 'welcome home pretty boy' were printed on it in block lettering. He then moved back to the front door and handed it to Pauley. "I got wha' I came for..." He showed her the family photo he had. "Can we go please... I don' want te be here anymore... "
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 20, 2009 1:10:52 GMT -6
She was tense the entire way to the apartment. Pauley had a good idea of what they were going to find, and she was not ready to deal with the trauma that was going to follow. She followed him into his house and her heart stopped at the mess. His clothes, pictures, games, everything was tossed around without a care for any of it. She expected no less from the asswipes who had hurt someone like the man before her anyway. Never taking her eye off of Cian for fear that something may happen, she watched as he slide something into his pocket.
Nodding when he said he was ready to go, she followed the broken man to the cab where she told him her address and shut the door behind her. Someone had a lot to answer for, but for now, it was all she could do to keep from crying as she watched him hold the picture of his family close. He needed to go home. America was no place for him, there was nothing here for him, she saw that now. Somehow, she would find a way to get him back to Scotland where he can't be hurt anymore.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 20, 2009 1:30:17 GMT -6
The entire ride home was quiet. Yes, he would call it home. He loved Pauley, and where she was, was where his home was. When they had arrived back to the flat, he followed her inside quietly. Still holding the photo of his family. He took the lift up with her and followed her into the flat as she had unlocked the door. He set the photo of his family down on the side table near the couch. The glass had a crack right through it. spidering across the image. All that was needed really was a new frame, but the way it cracked, the split had stratigically drew a line between him and the rest of his family. All their smiling faces. "I... I need te use the loo." He immediately headed towards the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He put the lid down on the toilet and used it as a chair. Cian hastily removed the camcorder from his pocket. Turning it on. It showed that there was one video, and there were pictures too. Must have been one of the new models. He looked through the pictures first. Pictures of himself. Beaten, awake. Bound. Being choked.
He had tears streaming down his face by the time he was done with the photos. He then reluctantly turned to the video. He pressed play and was too shocked to turned the volume down. He just stared as he was completely horrified at what he was seeing. What he had done. What they had done to him. This was all information better left secret. He was shaking now as his ability to deny everything had been stripped from him. He started sobbing. He couldn't watch, but he was too horrified to turn away. Every hit that he was witnessing. Every variation, position of his violation. He saw more, quickly looking at the tome bar, it wasn't even a quarter of the way through and the sounds of his own screams and pleas coming from the device were ruining him. He shut it up and left it sitting on the sink as he left in a hurry and went into her room. Onto her bed he struggled to control himself. He knew that she would have heard the video. He couldn't believe they had done that and more to him.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 20, 2009 1:47:49 GMT -6
The moment she heard screams come from the bathroom, Pauley ran to the door, only to have Cian sprint out of it and towards her room. the inevitable had happened. Knowing she couldn't comfort him until she knew for sure what he saw, the woman stepped into the bathroom just to hear the screams die down. She put the seat lid down, grabbed the camcorder, and went back to the beginning. Tears ran in rivers down her cheeks as she looked at picture after picture. The video was next, but she was able to figure out how to turn the volume down. Cian's screams broke her heart as she forced herself to watch. So far no other face but his was seen, only other body parts. Whoever this was was careful.
The tape ended and Pauley wanted to tear her eyes out. She may only see in black and white, but even she could imagine what red looked like at that moment. Murder was in her heart. This was the final straw for the woman. She WOULD find and kill whoever did this. Leaving the camcorder in the bathroom, she went to the living room and took up the family photo. The frame was broken, separating Cian from the rest of the family. It wouldn't do. Taking down one of her photos, she changed the pictures out and threw the broken frame away. He had already lost himself; she was not going to let him lose his family.
Photo in hand, she entered her room and found him laying in her bed, body wracking from his sobs. She walked around the edge of the bed and knelt before him, tilting face up so he could see her. So he could know she was sincere. "What they did to you, what happened on that tape makes you no less of a man." She held up the mended portrait. "You have a family, a girlfriend, and a home. we will get past this, and be better people for it." Tears streamed down her cheeks again, and she reached up to cup his face. "You are the best thing to happen to me, and I will do whatever I can to fix this." She set her jaw and furrowed her eyebrow. "Whatever it takes," she promised.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 20, 2009 2:03:15 GMT -6
He lay on her bed, curled up into the fetal position. Crying, sobbing, weeping uncontrolably. He was so incredibly embarrased. He felt like he wasn't even a human anymore. Cian had witness himself, wide awake. It was clear as day, he was wide awake. So why couldn't he remember any of that? Why was that locked away? Well, now he knew what had happened. He was glad he knew, but at the same time he wished he had never taken the camcorder. Never read that little note on it. Those words over and over and over, 'welcome home pretty boy'. Over and over. He didn't even realize that Pauley had come into the room. Not until she lifted his tear soaked face to look at her. He listened to what she said, and took the picture. Noticing it was no longer beneath broken glass. He hugged it tightly to his chest as his body shook. He was so deeply disturbed by all of what had happened. Cian knew that he wouldn't be the same. He listened to her talk about family, a girlfriend, and a home. Even in his current state of chaos, he was still concerned for her. When she had finished speaking, Cian extended a shakey hand. He was still sobbing, but he managed to speak a little. He cupped her face with his trembling hand. Wiping at her tears, brushing them away as they fell. "P-p-please.. d-don' cry.... " he stammered. He really didn't want her crying. He hated seeing it. Then for some reason he just blurted out, like it was a set thing he was trying to avoid. "I d-don' want to be alone...."
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