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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 20, 2009 2:10:23 GMT -6
A small smile broke through. Through all his grief, it was she he was worried about. Without hesitation, Pauley climbed onto the bed and pulled him into her arms. She held him tight and kissed what ever part of him she could. "You'll never be alone. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." Holding him close, an overwhelming sense of sleepiness washed over her and Pauley began to fight to stay awake. Her eyes drifted closed with him in her arms. Nearly out, she breathed, "never let you go."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 20, 2009 8:25:05 GMT -6
Immediately she was in bed with him and he was in her arms. It felt so good to be with her. He still remained hugging that photo of his family tight. Close to his chest. To his heart. He missed them and he wanted them. He wanted to embrace each and every one of them. He wanted to be in his family's arms, but at the same time he didn't want that. But he had Pauley here. He loved her so much. Her kisses and words were not in vain. he moved in closer to her and he could tell that she loved him. Even her last words as she fell asleep she was trying to help him. But Cian couldn't sleep. He suffered in his silence. After a while the tears stopped. He just lay there in self pity. Almost in disgust with himself. It was his fault. Had he not kept on gambling like that, then they wouldn't have taken him and then they wouldn't have been able to do what they had done to him. He damned himself for another couple of hours as he lay awake. He was afraid to sleep. Afraid he would remember the nightmares upon awakening. He really didn't want to. But his eyelids were so heavy. He was so incredibly tired. Cian's eyes finally shut, and he fell asleep curled up in a fetal position-like ball. A picture hugged to his chest and up against and in pauley's arms. He dopped off quickly. Slipping into unconsciousness quickly.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 20, 2009 10:55:05 GMT -6
A dim light hit her eyes, and Pauley woke slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She began to recall memories of last night; going to his house and finding the broken picture and the camcorder. His screams echoing off the walls of her, no, their flat. Rushing to the bathroom and watching the tape for herself. And holding him until she fell asleep with him in her arms. When she realized her arm was asleep, Pauley frowned. He was still there, curled up in her arms, the picture of his family in his arms. They must slept through the night, and she felt better for it.
Carefully, she pulled her arm out from under his head and gasped as the feeling returned to it. She left the bed and made her way into the kitchen. It was after ten in the morning, and her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten in over a day. Wanting to make a large homemade meal for the man sleeping in her bed, Pauley got to work, whipping up pancakes, waffles, sausages, and freshly squeezed orange juice and some coffee. It felt good to be busy, she needed something to keep her mind off of what she saw on that tape. The horrors he experienced were ingrained in her mind, making her relive them.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 20, 2009 11:45:04 GMT -6
That night he remembered. As he slept, he remembered. Every account, it all came back. He remembered things that weren't even recorded. Things too... 'inappropriate' for the camera as he remembered them saying. Cian no longer had dreams. He had only nightmares. He opened his eyes and found he was a lone in the room. He could hear her in the kitchen, so he didn't panic. But he didn't get up right away either. He lay on the bed, curled up and still hugging the picture. Like a security blanket. He cried again. Tears of frustration peeled down his already stained and red cheeks. Raw from the tears. His right eye was better. with each passing day the swelling went down and it lightened just a little in colour. More of that sickly yellow bruising. Telling him it was getting better. Well.... physically. After a while he got up. Moving so that he was now sitting on the bed, he felt pain. An ache that was presistant as he sat there. He got up, still hugging the photo, he hobbled out of her room and to where his pills were. All of them. There were about five that he was prescribed to take, and he moved to the couch. Remembering that the bag was on the table near it. He retrieved all his pills and took them each, one by one. Dry. He looked to the kitchen and saw her in there messing around with a few things. She looked busy, he very quietly set the picture of his family down at the table and then headed into the washroom.
Coming back out after he was finished, he sat down in the spot where he had set the picture. Picking it up and just holding it in his hands. Looking at it. The smiling, happy faces of his mother and father. His little brother. Even the little Border Collie puppy that his brother held looked happy. He himself was happy. Completely unknowing and ignorant to what the future was going to bring him. Blissfully unaware. He wanted to be like that again. He wanted to feel happiness again. He wanted to feel like a human again. Like that night that he came home with Pauley. The love, untainted being. All the good things. But no. He didn't feel like a person anymore. He felt like a punching bag, he felt like a play thing. Someone's garbage. He kicked himself back to his senses. Looking around, he began to think about the police. They hadn't shown up at the hospital, and he was willing to bet that they would show up today.
Cases like that were always called in. He was going to have to talk to them. But he knew they would disregard it. The police in this city were racist, unethical bastards. He had tried going to them for help when his place had been broken into. They didn't even bother with him. Why? Because he had an accent. He was a foreigner, and he therefore wasn't priorety. Cian looked at the door nervously. He didn't want police to come. They wouldn't help him. They wouldn't take him seriously. They never did. He heaved a sigh. Glad the pills were working. He looked at the picture in his hands and hugged it to his torso. Looking to Pauley, he gave her a weak smile. Trying to hide the harsh reality that lay behind it. The reality that he was trying to make her feel better. He didn't want her to worry about him so much. It was his fault, so he brought it on himself. Thats how he saw it. "Morning..." he said quietly. He wondered if the police would show up. Probably. Bastards. He hated them. They wouldn't help. "Smells good...." he spoke again. He really didn't know what else to say. What was there to say?
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 20, 2009 20:44:26 GMT -6
Bustling about the kitchen, Pauley’s thoughts were random. She thought about Cian, she thought about her own family, she thought of the sausages burning, and if she put too much baking soda in the pancakes. It had been so long since she had cooked, she looked a mess. Flour was caked in her hair and she had a couple of minor burns on her fingers from the hot pans. She finally had breakfast done, and just in time it seemed. Cian had woke and was standing in the living room clutching the photo of his family. Heaving a sigh, she turned her back to him and pretended to do something as she wiped a tear away. She could be no substitute for family, not at a time like this. Plates filled full of food, she placed them on a serving dish along with two glasses of orange juice and a couple cups of coffee. Maple syrup was added to tray along with silverware, and carrying the whole thing, she walked into the living room and set the tray on the coffee table. With a forced smile that didn’t reach her eyes, she pecked him on the cheek and handed him his coffee. “Mornin’ honey. Breakfast?”
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 20, 2009 21:12:19 GMT -6
Cian looked at her and a smile appeared. He was learning to smile out of the left side of his face. The left didn't hurt, so he just smiled that way. She looked a mess, and it coaxed a small, tiny chuckle from him. He held the photo in one hand, and took the coffee with his other hand. He kissed her gingerly on the cheek and then took a sip of the hot coffee. "I would like some... I haven' eaten since..." He hesitated. He didn't want to mention it. so he picked the closest thing possible. Which actually he wasn't lying either. "Since we had lunch together.." He was quite hungry. Only now did he just realize it. He sat down. Drinking his coffee as he held out his family photo and looked at it a little longer. He was alright now. He was a little better since he smiled and that small chuckle broke through. The first in a while. It felt good. A release almost. He set the mug of coffee down on the table, aswell as the photo. Aslong as he had it with him, as long as he could see it, he would be just fine. He took a plate and fixed it up with a little bit of syrup. He didn't pray. It wasn't because of this incident. No, this was from before. He hated school, and the catholic church for a reason. Nothing as bad as what happened to him recently, he was just a student then, and the punishments were not the best. He slowly began to eat. Not wanting to go too fast for fear of upsetting his extremely empty stomach. "This is quite good Pauley... thank you." This morning was better. A little. He was getting food in his stomach, his painkillers and other meds were working well. He was with his lover, and friend Pauley. He got his family picture. Hot coffee.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 20, 2009 21:34:52 GMT -6
A real smile formed on her face as he kissed her cheek and she watched him smile. For the first time since they had gotten home, she saw him smile. She sat on the couch and dug in to her food. It was good to eat again, and the coffee was a welcoming feeling. She had missed the bitter dark brew. The couple ate in comfortable silence and she began to feel a sense of peace. Nothing would ever be the same, but it was nice to have some normalcy again.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 20, 2009 22:18:45 GMT -6
(I had permission to God mode pauley opening the door)
Cian sat quietly with her as they ate their breakfast. For now they could pretend that nothing happened. Just the feel. At least he could. All he could see of his injuries were the bandages on his wrists. He sighed as he set the plate down. Grabbing the coffee and taking a long drink of it. He finished it off. Heaving another sigh, he looked around and reached for the juice. As he took a sip and settled in to finish his breakfast, there was a loud knocking on the door. He looked at Pauley with a confused look on his face. She set her food down and got up. Cian had a good idea who it might be, but he was praying against it. As she answered the door, there were a group of men standing there in uniform. Badges, and one had a camera. But he wasn't in a uniform. But he was with the cops. Cian's heart dropped as they stated why they were there. They came in uninvited.
Ignoring Pauley, they came in and sat down with Cian. He had instinctively reached for the family picture earlier. He was still hugging it close as they began to ask him questions. They had out a note pad and pen. Your name is Cian Mahoney right? Could you please tell us your age, where you are from and exactly what happened... Cian was just stared at him. "I'm... twenty three.. an' I'm from Glasgow in Scotland." He sighed though. They immediately looked at one another out of the corners of their eyes, and Cian knew that this was going to go nowhere fast. Sir.. please tell us exactly what happened. Lying is not illegal, but it can get you in trouble here.. Cian looked at them in shock. Cian struggled to tell them what had happened. It was extremely hard for him to do. He had remembered things that weren't on the video, and had to describe the choking. The multiples that happened at once. Every embarrassing detail.
They made him explain things several times over. He was so embarrassed. He was really upset, but more or less outraged. The odd time they made rude and suggestive comments about his nationality. He just glared at them. Now sir, was this consensual sex? Cian stared at him in complete and utter disbelief. "WHAT?! Ye can' be serious.. Of course it wasn'! Look at me.. Do ye honestly think I would want this?!" He was so outraged. Then they told him to be calm and repeated that it wasn't consensual to be sure. Cian just stared at him. Holding the picture tighter. He heaved a deep and aggravated sigh, then then made a passing comment that Cian had been picked up because of his kilt. Cian shot another glare. He was having a hard enough time already. The one cop had found the video. Wearing gloves, just before he put it into the evidence bag he had turned it on and he and another were quietly making snide comments. We are going to have to run a kit... He looked at them. "No.. your no'... A kit was already done. Go te the hospital and get the records there... " He glared again. They looked irritated with him but didn't further the question. Cian was sinking fast. He hated the police in this city. They showed him no respect. Then he felt hands on his shoulders as he was being moved to stand.
They took the frame out of his hands as evidence. Cian immediately began to protest. "NO! Please.. please.. i need that photo. please.. I don't care wha' ye take. just no' that photo!" They removed the photo and lay it on the table, but they took the frame so they could tell his fingerprints from the others. Then he was taken into the back. Into the bedroom. "Wait! Wha' are we doing?!" The cop grinned and chuckled. We need photographic evidence of all the marks. Cian's eyes widened as he was taken in, stripped, and photographed. It was necessary, but they were harsh and rude about it. Several minutes later, after they had taken his things from the hospital too and taken notation of what meds he was on, he and the photographer and the cop emerged from the room. Cian was dressed but he looked very wronged. He couldn't wait for them to leave. Which they finally did. Cian shuffled over to the couch and just sat down.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 20, 2009 23:04:04 GMT -6
Enraged as the police came in uninvited and began to question Cian, Pauley could not do not anything to stop it. She was pissed that the men were hassling him this way. Cian had gone through enough shit to last a fucking lifetime and they still wouldn’t leave him alone. She was standing in the corner watching everything unfold until she saw them take the picture of Cian’s family from his grasp. With a scream of fury at the lost and pained features on his face, she lounged at the nearest officer and and attempted to get the photo back. Howling, she grabbed the frame and began to scream. “Give that back to him, you asshole. Do you fuckers know what you are doing to him?” Two officers pulled her off of their partner and she caught her boyfriend being taken into the bath room from the corner of her eye.
“What the fuck are they doing to him? You mother fuckers should have been at the hospital a fucking day ago, you assholes!” Tears streaked down her face as she screamed. The officers warned her that if she did not calm down, they would have to take her down town. Forcing herself to breathe, Pauley glared at the offending officers. “Fine, I’m calm. But you guys are two day too late. If you want any of his medical records, go to Saint John’s. Doctor Emmerson would be more than happy to tell what you want to know. My boyfriend was beaten, raped, and last night watched a tape where the men who did this recorded it all. If you want, I’ll give you a copy, but I will not stand here and let you hurt him any further.”
She took the tape from the camcorder and held it up. “If you boys will give me a second, I’ll let you see for yourselves the hell he went through.” While Cian was still in bathroom, she quickly loaded the tape and copied it onto her laptop. She burnt the video onto a cd, and handed it over. “Here, take this home and see if you don’t have nightmares.” Cian emerged from the bath room, his face blank and lifeless. Her rage built back up and her eyes flashed. “Now that you have done enough damage, leave the picture and get the fuck out of here.”
The cops left and after shutting and locking the door behind them, Pauley joined Cian on the couch and handed him the photograph of his family. It was time to say what needed to be said. “Wanna go home?” She turned his face and looked him straight in the eye. “I will go with you if you want me to. But you need them. If it makes you happy, I will be right there to support you.”
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 20, 2009 23:26:40 GMT -6
He was handed the photograph and he took it and hugged it. Hearing her question, he continued to stare at the picture. His face was turned so he was looking at her. She finished saying what she needed to say and Cian just looked at her for a minute. He had to actually think about it. He did want to go back, but he couldn't. If he did the shit would hit the fan. He couldn't. Cian sighed and shook his head slowly. "No... I want te stay. I really do." Which was also true. He loved her, he wanted to stay with her. If she wasn't half british, getting her a citizenship there would be really hard. The easiest way would be to marry her, but he really couldn't ask her this early. They had only entered the relationship less then two days ago. They still knew little about one another. He wasn't sure of anything, but he knew that he wanted to stay. Scotland wasn't going anywhere. "Things should get better... we jus' have te weather the storm i guess... " He was speaking calmly. He really wanted to believe that things were going to get better. They would too. Just, time was needed. Thats all. He would get better once all of this was behind. Over and done with. Then he soon found himself hugging her close against his frame. He was shaking a little, but it was stopping. He just continued hugging her. Holding her so close. Just as he had been with the photo that now rested gently on the table. He remained holding her close. He pulled back a little and kissed her gingerly on the lips. "I love you... an' I am staying.."
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 20, 2009 23:39:29 GMT -6
Snuggled in close to him, Pauley welcomed the embrace. It had been too long since he had held her. She didn’t mind holding him, and being there for him- in fact, she loved it, but she had really missed being in his arms. She even breathed a mental sigh of relief when he stated he was staying. She would go to the end of the earth for him, even kill for him, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for such a move. It wasn’t as if she had any friends or family she would be leaving behind; Cian was her only family. She just didn’t think she was ready. Returning his kiss, she smiled at his declaration of love. She even felt her heart skip a tiny beat. But he was right. They would just have to ride this out, and she would make it easier for him someday. It wasn’t even noon yet and Pauley was already tired and wanted to crawl back into bed- preferably with him holding her close, his front flush against her back.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 20, 2009 23:55:31 GMT -6
Cian kissed her once more. Being gentle as not to bump his stitches or anything. He loved her a lot. He was pretty sure it was love atleast. He remained hugging her close. He was tired. But at the same time he wasn't at all. He was wide awake, he was just mentally exhausted. It was all so much to handle. He gave her another honest smile. Even after all the hell he was suffering through, Cian managed to find a smile just for her. He sighed gently as he held her close. He was literally holding her as close as possible with clothes on. He placed a kiss on her cheek and whispered into her ear. "I want to go lay down in bed... will you come with me?" He really hoped so.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 21, 2009 0:11:12 GMT -6
It was great to be held, and Pauley sighed as she was kissed again. If he wasn't careful, he was going to get her turned on, and she wasn't sure he was ready to have relations with her so soon after the attack. When he mentioned going to lay down, she couldn't help the stir she felt in her lower abdomen. Everything about that suggestion screamed sex, and she sighed, now completely aroused. Nodding, she stood and took him by the hand. "Bed sounds great." She smiled and kissed him gently before leading the way to the bedroom.
The bed was a disaster from the previous night's sleep, so Pauley fixed the blanket a bit before laying down, resting her head on her favorite pillow. Ah, the bed felt so nice.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 21, 2009 0:28:22 GMT -6
Cian smiled out of the left side of his face, as it didn't hurt. He followed her into the room and waited quietly for her to get settled. Once she was. He smiled again, moving to the bed. Cian climbed on the bed. He kissed her cheekbone gently before he lay down behind her. He pressed himself right up against her. Holding her so incredibly close. Like he had been on the couch moments before. He rested his head against the back of hers. He nipped at her ear lobe gently. He nestled in closer, if that was at all possible, and hugged her a little tighter. For some reason, Cian was feeling oddly frisky at the moment. Why? He had no idea.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 21, 2009 0:41:17 GMT -6
Sighing as the familiar warmth blanketed her back, Pauley doubted she could get her pinky finger to fit between their bodies. When he nibbled on her ear lobe, she giggled, but another rush flowed through her, settling between her legs. Turning in his arms, she faced him and kissed him hard, letting all of her emotions go through that kiss. Her gratefulness that he was still alive to be there holding her, her love for him, and the lust she had building up within her.
She ran a hand up and across his back, letting it come to a rest in his hair, where she threaded her hand through his hair and played with it as she kissed him. It had been over a week since they had made love, and she didn't know if she would make it much longer. Kissing his chin and forehead, she put her attention back on his lips and swirled her tongue over his lips.
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