Silvers' Backstory Part 3

(Silver's Flashback)

After meeting Allan everything changed, we became close, and by close, I mean really close. He taught me how to play all his favorite video games and we would stay up for about a week with no sleep, just straight-up video games, we kept his room pitch black, the only bit of light we had was made by either the TV, computers, yes I said computers, he had six in total and they were set up on two desks against the wall, the of them made up his gaming area while the other three made up mine, he also had two tablets and two phones, I of course was given one of each. When we weren't gaming we were hacking into other peoples security cameras and baby monitors just for the hell of it, there were a couple of times when we'd hack into the towns' electricity and shut the power to the whole town off, there was even one time his father had to pay the FBI not to take us away because we had hacked into the pentagon and bypassed all their firewalls, after Allan's dad got them to leave we got a pretty stern talking to and were told not to do it again, both Allan and I promised we wouldn't do it again, but he never said we couldn't do it anywhere else, so of course we decided we'd try area 51 next. When we slept, Allan and I shared a bed, Allans reason was so he could make sure his dad didn't try anything again, mine... I actually had two, but I only told Allan one of them, I told him that I have astraphobia, which is a severe fear of thunder and lightning, which I wasn't lying about, but the other, was that I had started to grow feelings for Allan, he was an amazing person, he protected me from his father and Ally the butler, he took care of me, he calmed me during the thunderstorms, and he didn't judge me on what I felt comfortable wearing, he was the sweetest person I had met. I'm not gay, and yet he was making me fall for him so easily, or at least, he was. After about a year of living with him, the nicest guy ever, the guy that made me question if I was actually straight like I continued to tell myself and others around me, he changed, his personality did a full one-eighty, you know how people say, "someone can't change overnight," well, he did. One night after our usual non-stop gaming for another week I pause our game and told him I was tired, he smiled and answered, saying that he was tired as well, he closed up our game, got up, and picked me up bridal style and carried me to bed, we got situated and fell asleep. I woke up to it being very cold, I felt two very warm hands grab my legs by the middle of my shins and begin to move them when I was finally awake enough to open my eyes I was met with someones bare shoulder near my face and a strange feeling on my neck, I brought my hands to the person's chest and started to push, I felt them sit up and was shocked when he did, it was Allan, I looked down to find that I had been stripped and was laying with Allan between my legs, he was stripped as well, all he had on were his boxers, I panicked, "Allan what the hell!" I quickly began to sit up but he pushed me back down as he rolled his eyes, "just shut up, I've seen the way you look at me, and frankly, I think it's rather amusing that you began to trust and fall for me so easily, so I'm going to teach you the lesson my father failed to teach you.. don't. trust. anyone. not friends, not family, not your lover, and not strangers, everyone. is. the. same. no one cares about you, that's why you're in this situation in the first place, you give people your trust, you let them see you vulnerable, and then you. get. hurt."

I woke up to the feeling of something being dragged against my face and a faint whisper that I recognized as Adrian, "shhh... It's alright, I'm here..." I finally realized that I had been crying in my sleep and that it was Adrian's hand on my face wiping away my tears, it felt nice... When I finally remembered last night and the fact that I was crying in front of someone, I shot upward, sitting up in the bed, I stared at Adrian who just stared right back at me for a moment before speaking, "are you okay, did you have a nightmare?" he said, obviously concerned, I wiped away the remaining tears and got up out of his bed, "yeah, I'm fine, where's your bathroom." I tried to sound like my normal 'don't give a damn' self, but my usual moderate tone was barely even a whisper as I looked to the floor, I heard him get off of his bed which was followed by the sound of his phone being slid of his dresser as he picked it up, "was it a bad dream?" he asked again, "...no.... it was just a bad memory, that's all," I answered back with the same whisper that refused to leave, "...hey this is Adrian Ice, I'd like to call me and my friend Silver Zoldyck in sick today... Alright, thank you very much, goodbye..." after he spoke I heard him set his phone back down on his dresser, "what the hell did you do that for-" this time my voice was a little louder, but still not the same, I knew he had called the college and told them that we were sick, but neither of us was sick so I didn't understand until he cut me off, "shut up." I heard him say, he made his way up behind me and stood there for a second before I got pissed and turned around, "don't fucking tell me to shut up!" I yelled at him, but he just stood there, after a moment I felt tears begin to fill my eyes, I turned away from him and began to walk off before feeling him grab my arm and yank me back, "Oi, let go!-" I screamed as I attempted to hold my tears back a little longer but I was cut off as he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around my back as he held me in a tight hug, I gritted my teeth as I felt a lump form in my throat as it became harder to hold it back, but I couldn't hold on any longer, I clung to his shirt and buried my face in his chest as I began to cry.

After what Allan did he never went back to how he was before, he continued to be the hurtful person he had become. I was with him for seven more years, and for those seven years I was either beaten, raped or both on an almost daily basis, I wasn't fed very often either, only about once every two weeks, twice if they had rotting leftovers which always made me really sick, I was only allowed out of the house once a week for about three hours, they would send me outside the gates and across the street to a park, the neighborhood was a bunch of selfish rich fucks who thought that they were better than everyone, except for this one kid around the same age as me, I'm pretty sure he was actually a couple years older than me, we met after about five years after shit went south with Allan, we always met every week on Friday and we hung out from four o'clock to seven, after we had been hanging out for about four months, he pointed out how he always sees me with a bunch of bruises and asked about them, I played it off and told him I was just clumsy and bruise easily, when we were done hanging out he asked if he could walk me home, which I let him, but I found that it was a bad idea pretty quickly. The next week things had gotten pretty bad with Allan, when he was done he through me out the front door and slammed it shut, the pain had gotten the better of me and tears to poured out of my eyes as I attempted to stand but failed, I fell back down to the ground and sat there for a second to catch my breath when I felt someone gently grab my arm and pull me to my feet, "just clumsy huh?" he asked as I looked at him, it was my friend from the park, when I saw him I began sobbing and clung to him, "c'mon, let go to the park and we can talk, you've got a lot to explain kid," he had me get on his back and gave me a piggy back to the park, he set me down and said he had to get something from his house so he left me at the park for a minute, when he returned he had a back pack with him, he set it down next to me and opened it up, inside was a bunch of healing ointments and bandages, "alright kid, I'm gonna wrap you up, and you're gonna spill your guts while I do so," as I explained everything to him he continued to rub the ointments into my injuries and bandage them quickly afterward, by the time I finished telling him he refused to even look me in the eyes, we sat there in silence for a couple minutes before he finally muttered something to me, "...that's sick....." we sat there in silence for a moment longer before he jumped up off of the picnic table we were sitting on, he looked at me with a very scary expression, he was pissed, no, beyond pissed, "you can't just let them do that to you!" he yelled at me, "you need to call the police and get those sick fucks thrown in fucking prison! hell even better, they should be put on death fucking row!" I leaned back away from him in fear causing him to calm down pretty quickly, "shit, Silver I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell, but what they're doing is horrible and it needs to stop," his eyes became a lot softer and he grabbed a hold of my hand, "what they're doing isn't right, and you know that your life has been utter shit, but it will get better, but for that to happen you can not let this continue," I hugged him and we hung out at the park till I had to go back. A little more than a year passed and Allan found out about my friend so he stopped letting me go to the park, when I didn't show up to the park the next Friday my friend got worried, I know this because at about four-twenty the police showed up, Allan and his father had been in the middle of beating the shit out of me when they showed up, they were dragged out of the house in handcuffs and when I stepped out the front door my hand was grabbed, when I looked over I found my friend, he was holding my hand tightly and was glaring at Allan and his father as they got shoved into the police car, I watched his eyes dart from the right were he was glaring at them to the left right next to me, he quickly yanked me to the right and stood in front of me, "hey buddy," I heard a voice on the other side of him say, I stood on my tip toes to see over his shoulder, it was an EMT, "mind if I take a look at your friend there, he looks a bit hurt-" "why don't you take something else, like a hike," he growled at him, the EMT frowned, "well I need to patch up you friend, he could be-" "he could be what?! Injured?! if he is I'll take care of it, all I needed you guys to do was get those two disgusting ass fucks away from him, nothing. more." I watched as my friend became more agitated and looked as if he was ready to fight the EMT, his tail sat still and upright, his ears were up and facing forward, his chest was puffed, his breathing became steady and calm as if he was about to attack the man, and I could hear his heart beating, it was fast but seemed somehow calm, this meant that his stance was not a bluff, I put my hand on his shoulder and he glanced back at me, when he did his tail dropped and so did his aggressive stance, "well now that that has been taken care of," the EMT grabbed my arm and tugged me towards him, not a second later I was thrown, when I hit the ground I heard the man screaming along with popping and snapping sounds, when I sat up I heard the policemen shouting, "let go of him now or you will be shot!" I turned around to find him on top of the EMT, but what I noticed first, was the blood, the man's arm had been ripped right off of his body, I guess the popping and snapping sounds came from the man's arm being broken and dislocated as it was torn off by my friend, I stared at him in shock, he stood up off of the man and turned to me, his eyes softened once more as he made his way towards me, he extended his bloodied hand to me, "are you okay? let me help you up," I hesitated for a moment but took his hand, he pulled me up off of the ground, I looked behind him and all the cops still had their guns pointed at him, "looks like you caught a lot of attention huh?" I joked trying to lighten the mood, "yeah, guess so," he chuckled, "oh- here," he said as he reached into his pocket, he handed me a bracelet that matched one he was wearing, "when we get separated, we can find each other later on," he smiled and I quickly put it on, "just try not to get into any more trouble with the police," "my family and I are always in trouble with the law, I mean, it'd be a miracle if an ___ didn't run into at least some trouble with the law," he chuckled in response, "_____n ___ you are under arrest, put your hands behind your head and turn around slowly!" one of the officers yelled as they slowly crept closer, "looks like I better get home before they catch me huh? I'll see ya later, kid," "yeah, see ya," I sighed he began to run off but turned around and yelled, "don't forget about me, okay!" "of course not! and same to you, ass hat!" I yelled back at him.

I guess I must've cried myself back to sleep because I woke up in Adrian's bed, still clinging to his chest, I let go of him and sat up, I placed my right palm on the upper right side of my forehead as my head began pounding, "fuck I gotta piss," I muttered as I jumped out of his bed causing him to roll over and look at me, "where ya goin?" he muttered as he rubbed his right eye, "I gotta piss, where's your bathroom?" "out the door, turn to your right and it's the door down the hall like eight steps and to the left," he yawned and laid back down, "alright, thanks," "mhm," he hummed in response as I left the room. When I finished doing my business I rolled up my sleeves and started to wash my hands, I stared down at the bracelet on my left wrist, it had a strip of black leather, a strip of gold-colored silk, and a thin royal blue strip of yarn, all three pieces were braided together, "idiot," I sighed to myself for forgetting my friends' name, all I could remember was that his first name ended with an 'n', I dried off my hands and exited the bathroom as I pulled down my sleeves, I made my way back to the room and crawled back into bed when I did I was instantly pulled back into Adrian's chest, I tucked my head into his chest and relaxed, "...you give people your trust, you let them see you vulnerable and then, you. get. hurt." Allan's words rang inside my head causing me to suddenly push myself back out of Adrian's grip and sit up, "what's the matter? are you okay?" "oh-uh... y-yeah I'm fine I just.... have somewhere I need to be... -like right now, I'll see you later-" I quickly got up and rush out of his bedroom door, when I reached the door to leave I yanked it open but it was slammed back shut, I tugged on the door but it refused to budge, I glanced upward to find Adrian's hand on the door holding it shut from just above my head, I turned around to yell at him, "let of the-" Adrian slid his hand down the door to the side of my head and leaned down close to my face, I backed up against the door as he came closer, "why do you do that?" he asked with a bit of anger laced in his voice, "do w-what?" "that, whenever you feel like you're getting too close to someone, specifically me, you find the quickest way to leave and create distance, so why, what the hell did I do wrong?" he glared down at me with a look of anger but more confusion than anger, I dropped my head so I didn't have to look at him, "I don't wanna talk about it, please... just let me leave-" "it's about those bad memories you told me about earlier ain't it," he spoke softly as he cut me off, I hesitated and stood there for a moment, "...yeah, it's about something someone said to me once, it's also the reason I don't open up and make friends...." we stayed there for a little while till he leaned down and rested his head on my own, "...why do you let what other people say to you define the way you live and control what you do in life?" "I don't wanna talk about this anymore," I answered, "please, let me leave, I need some time to myself..." he sighed and stepped back from me, removing his hand from its place on the door as he did so, "just so you know, you already called me your friend, you're stuck with me now bitch," I chuckled and opened the door, "yes, but what you haven't thought about is that maybe I wasn't trapped in here with you, maybe you were trapped in here with me," I stepped outside and closed the door without another word.

Allan's father was sentenced to life in prison for kidnapping, assault on a minor, and rape, I found out from the detectives that it wasn't his first time getting these charges, in fact, he had gotten them multiple times before. Allan on the other hand only had seven years, and they were even gonna let him out after five on parole, it scared me, knowing that in five years he could be roaming around again, free as a fucking bird. Although I hated thinking about him being let out after only five years I knew that there'd be no way he could find me, plus I'll be seventeen, living on my own, maybe with a girlfriend... I guess life just loves fuckin with ya. Upon thinking of moving out at seventeen I was talked to by the detectives once more, they told me that they didn't have enough evidence to support my claim that my foster father had sold me to the man, apparently, Allan's father, along with Allan, were both saying that they had kidnapped me when I called bullshit on their story that's when the real bullshit was laid out for me, they told me that they already knew that I was going to say that their story was bull, they told me that they believed that I had suffered such severe trauma from everything they had done to me that my memories had most likely been altered by said trauma. Because they couldn't find any evidence to support my claim, they went with Allan's claim of helping his father kidnap me, since they went with their claim I was sent back to my foster father, not only that but they decided that I had suffered so much trauma that I can not live on my own till I'm twenty-one, so I'd be stuck living with my foster father until I was twenty-one or moved in with a significant other. I was pissed, they let a horrible piece of shit miss out on going to prison because they believed two rapists over me.

I opened the door and entered the house closing it behind me, I glanced over to the tipped back recliner in the middle of the darkened room with the only light source being the TV placed in front of it, next to the recliner was a TV tray filled with empty beer bottles, I stood frozen in place, debating whether or not to turn around, I let out a sigh of relief when I heard a snore come from the recliner. I made my way to the TV tray and began picking up the empty bottles, after picking up as many as I could carry I walked into the kitchen, threw away the bottles, and decided to turn off the TV before doing dishes, our kitchen and living room are connected by two different doorways one straight across from the front door and one on the far left end of the kitchen, through that doorway was the living room, about two or three feet past the doorway sat the TV. I walked to the left end of the kitchen, turning left once more as I approached the doorway, as I walked through the doorway I stopped, I had a bad feeling, like something was missing in the room, it only took a second before I realized why I felt this way, the recliner was now empty, I turned on my heels and was knocked to the ground as I got struck over the head with an empty beer bottle, I turned over onto my stomach getting ready to stand, my vision blurred, followed by a loud ringing in my ears, I set my right hand on the floor to try to stand but ended up getting a medium sized chunk of glass from the bottle stuck through my hand, I yelped in pain as I was picked up off the floor by my hair and was thrown into the wall, I laid there for a moment trying to catch my breath till I was grabbed by my throat and lifted back off of the floor, "where were you, your boyfriends place? you didn't come home last night, and for that you probably shouldn't have come back at all," as he spoke I felt a sharp and severe pain in my lower stomach right below my left rib cage, "fucking faggot," was the last thing I heard as I past out.

"Welcome back, faggot," my foster father scoffed as I walked through the front door, "go to your room, I'll tell you to come out when I need you," I kept my head down as I quickly made my way past him and to my room, I shut the door and curled up on my bed, and by bed I mean, mattress on the floor with no sheets or blankets on it, "the world's so fucked up," I muttered to myself as I hugged my knees, "but I know I'll see you again _____n, I owe you my life after all," I chuckled as I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was in a white room and was hooked up to a heart monitor along with an IV, I blinked as my vision blurred but returned to normal shortly after, I began to sit up and felt a large amount of pain shoot through my stomach and right hand, I clenched my eyes shut and grit my teeth as I tried to sit up once more before hearing someone run into the room and towards me, "Hey hey hey! don't try to sit up you'll rip the stitches and-" I cut her off as I became pissed, now realizing that I was in a hospital "I don't care, get me the the fuck outta this-" "do what she says, jackass!" I heard a familiar voice from behind the woman say, I stopped moving and saw Adrian standing there, his short black hair looked messier than usual and he had a couple bruises on his face and a split lip that I didn't remember seeing before I left his dorm, "what bus hit you?" I asked as I stared at him, he, in turn, glared at me, "the one I've been told was your foster dad," I stared at him completely confused, "w-what, when did you meet him?" I watched him raise his arms and cross them behind his head, "when I followed you to your house earlier-" "you followed me!" I blurted out at him, now pissed, "and you better be glad I did, if I hadn't you would've been dead!" he dropped his arms down to his sides and clenched his fists as he yelled at me, "so what?! it doesn't matter if I die!" I yelled back at him out of frustration, immediately after I calmed down a bit and turned away from him, "it's not like anyone would notice if I disappeared anyway," I mumbled, after a moment of us sitting there in silence I heard Adrian let out a sigh, "I would," he said softly, "Oh, shut up, you're just trying to make me feel better, but you can't I've been alone my whole life, no cares about-" "shut the hell up! don't you dare finish that sentence!" Adrian yelled causing me to jump and look at him, "you called me your friend, right! so I don't ever want you to say that no one cares about you, because I do!" I stared at him in shock before looking away from him again, "but why? 'friend' is just a word. hell you'll have people who will call you their friend just to turn around and stab you in the back." "that right there is exactly my point, that is the reason I trust and care about you, you know that there are people who stab others in the back, that's why I worked so hard to get you to call me your friend!" I stared at the floor next to my bed, Adrian sighed and sat down it the chair next to me, "...thank you," I said, still not making eye contact with him, "I guess I owe two people my life now," I sighed, leaning my head back, "two? who's the other person?" Adrian asked, I turned my head to face him, "I know this is gonna sound bad but, I don't remember," "what? what do you mean you don't remember?" I chuckled a bit and lowered my head, "well it was about seven years ago, he was my first and only friend, but we got separated, and as time passed, I forgot his name..." "do you have something to remember him by at least?" Adrian questioned, "yeah he gave me a bracelet that matched his, I still wear it too, the only reason I take it off is if I think it might get ruined," "...I see" he said as he leaned back in his chair, "why did you leave them in there?" my ears, along with Adrians, turned towards the door where we heard a mans voice come from, "they're in the middle of a couples quarrel right now so I figured I'd give them some privacy," the second voice was from the nurse who told me not to get up, "couple?" I looked at Adrian, "yeah~ about that, umm..." "you told them we were a couple!" my face turned bright red out of embarrassment, "well that was the only way they'd let me stay here, they told me only family and significant others were allowed in the rooms with the patients so I sorta told them that we were engaged..." "fucking idiot," I mumble as I turned away from him, "you should see how red you are," he snickered, "oh- I'm sorry, I hadn't realized you woke up today and chose death, let me help ya out there," my right eye turned bright purple and Adrian looked at me in surprise, "you're a hybrid!" he exclaimed, "yeah, and that means I can do things like this," both of the left chair legs began to glow the same purple color my eyes were, Adrian looked a bit confused, that is, until he was thrown from the chair. I had tipped the chair over on him, instead of looking confused, he now looked a bit pissed, and I could sense a bit of amusement, "once you've healed up, you're gonna be punished for that," he smirked, "oh? I am? by who?" I teased as I threw one of my shoes at him, he rolled his eyes, "if I would've known I was going to be babysitting I would've brought my snacks so I could eat them in front of you," I let out an over exaggerated gasp, "how could you do such a thing, I thought we were going to get married and share everything, but I guess you do not truly love me," Adrian chuckled and shook his head as he stood up from the floor, "my deepest apologies my love, could I make it up to you by..." Adrian stepped towards me and leaned down placing his hands at either side of my head, "sleeping with you~" he whispered, his voice was low, almost growly, but not quite, whatever he was doing with his voice, it was enticing, hypnotic even, I felt my face heat up, "fuck off and get in the damn bed already!" I said, quickly turning onto my left side making room for him while hiding my face. What the hell is wrong with me! I'm not gay so what is this?