RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

Asshole. What Matt and Zacky were doing wasn't right in anyway but violence towards kids is even worse. He's no better than the bastards who killed his son. I can tell kinda guess where this is going now. To be honest I don't want to hear it but if it's going to help Zacky out.

"I'm not going to push you into telling me anything." I say, in a calm, warm voice, "But if you want to tell someone, if you think it might help, I'm all ears, okay?"

"I don't think it'll help and it'll probably make you sick to your stomach but..." I bite my lip.

"I have a tendency that when something is bubbling on the surface, I tend to shove it onto the closet pair of ears. And this is pretty much brimming over the edge. I'd rather it'd be you who I tell rather than any of the bastards in this place. I don't think I can deal with any of them knowing this."

I start ringing my hands as I shuffle away from Corey and sit on the opposite side of the room, my back against Matt's bed as I sit facing him.

"You might want to cover your ears or something," I say not looking up at his face.

Don't tempt me Zacky.

"What kind of counsellor/teacher/friend would I be then?" I ask, "I'm willing to hear it all, Zacky."

I am way too fucking nice sometimes. Then again, I know what it's like to lose a sibling, you need to get everything out or you'll explode. You want to remember the good times so it doesn't hurt so much. It's only fair I listen to him now.

"I don't care what you've got to say."

The words come out of my mouth before I realize how badly they could be misinterpreted, "I mean, I do... but I'm not going to hide away just becaue it's something I might not like."

"Thanks Corey," I smile before taking a deep breath and remembering that night back, only a year ago now.

"Well, it was that summer vacation. Y'know the one when I had to stay with Brody at her vacation house in California?" I say, and he nods.

"Well, before I had to go and stay with Brody. Me and Mattie, we, we hadn't seen each other in over a year so we were really happy to see each other so, my parents, thinking that I'd turned over a new leaf went out to dinner and left me and Mattie alone." I look back up at Corey and I can see that he knows what's coming anyway. But I need to say this to him, or it'll be someone like Mick's ears on the receiving end.

"And, basically, he missed me a hell of a lot more than I thought he did and... while I was, taking a shower he, he came in and said he needed to use the bathroom so I said fine and carried on. But, before it even hit me, I felt him getting into the shower with me. And, I was freaked because I was over him and I knew it was wrong but... he wanted it so much and he, he told me to fuck him. I remember it so clearly, he just, pushed himself against the wall and begged me. And I complied, and I wish I hadn't done it now, because I hurt him so much and he was crying and... it felt so good for me and, I just wish that I'd shoved him out and told him to go and fuck the mattress or something but I didn't. And my parents came home, they heard him crying and they knew what was going on."

I stop, and look down at my feet.

"I haven't seen him since then. My parents packed my bags, threw me out of the house and told me never to come back. Mattie was crying at the window, begging them to let me stay... Brody doesn't know. She just thinks I ran away from my house to her. But I didn't. I didn't want to leave."

I'm now crying against now.

"God, I miss him so much. I wish he was here now, or I was there with him or WHATEVER. I just miss brother!"

I can't think of anything I could possibly say now that is going to make this okay for him. He's in tears, he looks so heartbroken. Any prejudices I'd had about his relationship with his brother are just out of the window.

"Zacky, I'm so sorry."

I hate how fucking cliche I'm sounding right now. I can't think of anything else to say though.

"I'm sure he's looking out over you up there now though, making sure you're going to get through this."

That doesn't sound much better at all. I just sound like a bad true life movie. I'm trying anything I can now though, I don't have anything else I can use.

I sniffle and wipe across my face, looking over at Corey.

"I know, I know. He always did believe in heaven. So, that's where he'll go." I nod before biting on my lip and letting out a shaky breath.

"You can go if you want now. I'm fine and... I don't think I'm going to be shotting my mouth off now. I just, I really want to be alone for a little bit."

This is how bad it is to me. I never want to be alone, ever. And now, more than ever, I just want to curl up into my bed, hugging a pillow imagining itself my Mattie. Kissing his hair and holding him close to me in a warm bed.

"Thanks again for listening. No one else would have the patience. You're a great teacher Corey."

I smile and him and nod.

"Okay, as long as you're sure. You know where I am if you need me. Whether it's to talk or just someone to cry on, I'm there for you, okay?"

With anyone else I wouldn't want to leave them alone, I'd be too afraid about what they'd do to themself. I dont think Zacky's going to hurt himself though. He's far too strong. Besides, if he's anything like the Zacky we've heard about from Chris' bruises, he's not going to let his brother's killers get away without some Baker justice.

"I'll see you later."

I turn to walk out of the room, trying not to focus on the unsettling little whimpers I can hear coming from him.

I watch as Corey closes the door, letting out a reassuring smile to tell him I'll be OK as he closes the door. But that smile soon turns to a frown as I hear the click of the lock.

I sigh and rest my head back against the bed, looking up at the ceiling, my eyes red and raw from crying and my throat dry from the sobs and all the forced talking. I reflect on how I feel, I feel so... empty. Like my heart has being ripped out and repeatedly stamped on by my own father.

I look back down at my joined hands sitting on my shaking knees.

"I guess I deserve all this heartache. But you didn't deserve to die in that way. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I whisper to myself before choking up again and letting my head rest to my knees. I now cry softly into the denim as I keep repeated the same words over and over again to myself.

"I'm sorry. I am so fuckin' sorry."

[[Oh Zacky. :(
Any ideas for what to do next?]]

[[I have no ideas. Heh. Erm, what characters have we got?]]

[[Still in school, Coby, Alex, Chris, Mick, Brody, Matt, Corey and Zacky.
I don't have any ideas for them though.
We should probably put two people together we've not had together yet, give them a bit of a chance to mingle.
But then we need some ideas for them.]]

[[I think Coby and Chris. I have no idea why, I just do. Haha.]]

[[Works for me! The only other one I was thinking was Coby and Matt, Coby being the object of a straight boys affections, Matt wanting to win the straight boy over even now.
Any ideas for Coby/Chris?]]

[[I kinda think that Matt's flogging a dead horse now. But I had no ideas for Coby/Chris either. Damnit. The only other idea I had was Brian and Jacoby cybering. But would Brian get away with that?]]

[[Spooky! After I posted that I had a similar idea, except mine was phone sex. Cybering could work, he'd just have to find a way to do it. Maybe be in the house by himself complaining that he's tired and sneaks on the computer then?]]

[[Sounds like a plan to me. Would you like to start up before you have to run off?]]

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I. Hate. Living. Here.

I've already been forced to deal with an unwanted make-out session from my girlfriend, who actually wanted to be near me for once. Something I'm very suspicious about. Add to that the fact I've been stuck with my dad's constant whining about how his son's such a disappointment, he's ruined his reputation, the neighbours are talking and blah, blah, blah. Fuck, I'm not even his son! Asshole.

So now, it's 6PM, everyone's left me - amazingly - and I'm alone and bored in this giant house. I think there's only one thing for it.

6.15 and the house is full of loud, metal music - CD's that I've had to hide away from my parents. I've got a large vodka next to me, I topped the bottle up with water, something I'll regret later but hell I'll think about that when the time comes.

And the computer is on and my instant messenger is all nicely signed in. I don't recognize half of the names on here, they're all my new friends from the school. I scan over looking for anyone remotely interesting but the names are so odd, I don't know who any of them are.

I click on a random name and type a message out.

GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: I'm lost, confused and a little drunk. Whooooooo are you?

I stretch in my swivel chair, yawning to myself and look over the screen in front of me. I groan at the thought of the essay being in tomorrow, but I did get an extension so I can't really complain, I have had enough time on it. I just can't be bothered with English Language anymore.

I'm just about ready to start on my next page on some sort of a role when the little instant messager icon pops up at the bottom of the screen. I knew I would regret signing in at some point today. I sigh and check the flashing name at the bottom of the screen.

"Brian?" I question with my eyebrow furrow but then I grin to myself.

I know it's only being two days, but I miss him like crazy. I wonder how he's getting on at home.

I look over the little message and grin to myself.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: OMG! St Luke's has made a bad boy out of you already! Drinking? BRIAN HANER! I'll have to spank you!

MICK'S BITCH ;]: PS. Miss you too Sweetie. [Like my icons?]

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GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: Is that a promise?

GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: They're way better than mine. All the simple , how dull!

I smile at the thought of getting to talk to Jacoby again, he's been pretty much the only thing on my mind all the time I've been home. That and not accidentally blurting his name out when I've slept. I've taken to sleeping under my pillows just so I anything I do say can't be heard.

GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: I'm doing good. I've not had too many problems yet. Except being tongue raped by my girlfriend. I'm sorry. I was thinking of you the whole time.

I lean back in the chair, taking another long drink of the vodka. I hate this stuff but it's doing the trick.

GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: How are you surviving? I know it's hard without the love machine there. ;)

MICK'S BITCH ;]: I've been doing good. As you can probably tell, Mick's being raping my computer. He got kicked off of the computer by his room mates for posting too many blogs.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: That's why about six of us have the same name on here.

I grin at the computer screen, glad to know that he's OK and not being killed or hurt by his Dad. Apart from the fact he's being with his girlfriend already, and not dumped her. And the fact that he let her tongue fuck him without even being gone for three days. I'm actually a little pissed.

But, I can give him someone that that little whore would never do. Cybering baby.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: So yeah, I've just being here over you every night.

My eyes widen at this point and there's a dirty laugh bubbling up inside me. I'm more than a little drunk right now, normally I'd be freaking out over the possibility of anything like that. But now, now I'm very intrigued.

GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: ORLY? Wish I was there to see it. Razz

I'm terrible when I'm drunk. I get a little too horny for my own good. In fact the one time I was caught jacking off, I was drunk. Luckily I'm good at hiding my intoxicated state. Not so much at hiding a boner.

GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: Unless you've got a webcam and would care to demonstrate?

There has never being a time when I wished to God that I has a webcam. Right, that's going on the Christmas list from Santa now.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: I'm sorry Baby, but, I am webcam-less.

I sigh and sit back in my seat. I really wish I had a web cam now, it'd be so hot to hear how Brian'd react to me getting all hot and heavy for him on the other side of the country.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: But, I do have a normal camera.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: Fancy a look-see at me in this hot and horny state I'm in?

I grin before grabbing the camera, knowing that he'll say yes anywhere. I push off my boxers so I'm now just in my tight black t shirt. I angle the camera up, align down with my dick as I grin up at the camera.

"Say Chee-eese."

GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: I would quite happily look at you in whatever state you're in.
GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: Partially naked is even better.

This is probably the most dangerous thing I could do right now. I'll have to clear the history when I'm done. And then wipe things. And something Matt gave me a guide to. If my Dad finds the picture, I'm as good as dead. He'd actually kill me.

GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: I'd return the favour but this is possibly the oldest machine ever. I don't even think it knows what a USB port is.

I grin as I upload the picture onto my computer. I look really good in it, I look seductive yet cute at the same time. I hope he likes it.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: That's alright. Just sit back and love this, yeah?

I grin before hitting the send button, sending the picture to Brian's computer. I know he's a little bit drunk now and I shouldn't be doing this in case his Dad finds it. But, I miss him too much, I need him to know what he's missing so he doesn't go back to that woman.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: So? What do you think?

As I pull up the picture, it taking FOR-FUCKING-EVER to load up, I can't help but smile. This is so not how I'd been planning to spend Christmas, I'd expected to spend all the weeks away pining for Coby, just sitting in my room and playing my guitar - unplugged of course, I'm banned from using my amp. But nope, I'm spending it with...

"Holy shit."

WHY AM I NOT BACK AT SCHOOL?

He looks amazing, all sweet but naughty. Like a horny schoolboy. Which would be sick if I wasn't one too and he wasn't 18. I start typing back a message hoping desperately that I'm hitting the right buttons.

GATES: EL GOD OF GUITARO? [Miss You J <3]: *Brian has died, please leave a message after the orgasm*

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