My First Fic...

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Title: When Worlds Collide
Author: bahama_breeze77
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Vigorli
Warning: AU, angst, graphic rape/non-con, hurt/comfort
Summary: When an older man finds an abused boy and gets mixed up in problems bigger than he can handle, can he help the boy put his life back together or will the evils of the world be too much for the both of them…
Feedback: Yes! Love constructive responses...please!



Prologue


I’ve always had a simple life. I knew I wanted to be a painter when I was as young as six. Our family moved around a lot, I was always going from boarding school to boarding school and paints and canvases were easy to pack up and move. Simple.

When I was older I fell in love for the first time with a girl in a band and we got married and had a kid. Not simple. We soon got divorced after that, but stayed friends. I had realized girls were just not simple enough for my liking, it was then I also discovered boys were. Back to simple.

We share custody of Henry, my son, but he stays with his mom for the most part. Idaho was a simple enough place but I wanted a change, some new place to find inspiration. My best friend since college, Sean Bean, told me to come out to LA and live. So I packed up my life and headed west. I bought a big house just outside the hustle of the city so things could stay simple, well as simple as one can be in LA.

I’ve lived here now for about five years, mostly keeping to myself, except for those nights once a week when Sean drags me out to the newest, hippest bars. I haven’t dated much since I’ve been here. I’ve been content to just spend my free time painting and writing. LA has been good to me. I’ve never had a problem with LA until one night, only one night it took for my simple world to get turned upside down, that one night my world collided with that of a broken young man.


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I’ve never had a simple life or a fun life or hell, even a normal life. I’ve never really had a chance to have a life. All I have known since I was eighteen has been pain and humiliation.

It all started after my father died when I was fourteen years old. My mother was lonely and she started to see this man, she fell in love with this man named Mark. I hated him. I hated the way he looked at me when my mom wasn’t looking; it was like how a hawk looks at a mouse right before he swoops down and eats it. He always ignored me when she was around and when she wasn’t I would always make sure to be at a friends house so I didn’t have to face him.

Mark and my mom ended up getting married when I was seventeen and we had to move out of London to LA for Mark’s job. He was a drunk, he owned a bar called Dead End, and when he wasn’t drinking there, he was doing it at our home. I was not happy, I was so furious I threatened to run away, and if I had known how my life would turn out to be in the next few years I would have. But I didn’t and I pay for it every night.

I graduated from high school and that summer my mom got sick and died. I planned to move back to London for college not wanting to be anywhere near my step father, so I packed up, and said goodbye to my friends. But I never made it out of the house. I don’t remember how it happened but when I woke up I was in a small, locked room with nothing but a dirty mattress and a blanket. I was also naked and chained by my neck to the wall. The chain was just long enough to allow me out of bed and across the room but not long enough for me to reach the door. I soon discovered I was in the basement of Mark’s bar and I was to become a pleasure toy for Mark or whoever paid him the highest for the night. It was the same few people every night as not many people knew I was down here.

So here I’ve been for the past seven years as Mark’s dirty little whore of a secret, without any hope, always wishing for death. Until one night, one night when my world got turned right again, the night my world collided with that of a gentle older man.

Comments

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You were totally helpful! Thanks, I was planning to write it in third point of view anyway to get more of a universal understanding and not just a one sided point of view.