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vigorliTitle: Waking Nightmare
Author: Greenleaf
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM
Summary: Strange things are happening to Orlando. At first he thinks it is just a joke of his friends, but things start to get even scarier with time and he painfully experiences, that this weren't jokes.......
Will Viggo be able to help him after his waking nightmare?
*Warnings* Angst, Violence, Rape
Feedback: Yes pleaaaaaaaaaaaase *holds up starving author sign* I love feedback even more than getting presents
Disclaimer: None of them belongs to me (sadly), nothing of this did really happen
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I want to take his eyes out
Just for looking at you
Yes I do
I want to take his hands off
Just for touching you
Yes I do
And I want to rip his heart out
Just for hurting you
And I want to break his mind down
Yes I do
And I want to make him
Regret life since the day he met you
Yes I do
And I want to make him
Take back all that he took from you
Yes I do
Chapter Eleven - Still standing
Orlando wasn’t aware of the person slowly approaching. He gasped when he was pulled against somebody all of a sudden. An arm was around his waist while a hand covered his mouth.
“Hello love. I missed you. Seems that I didn’t teach you well since you ran off to Mortensen again. I’ll make sure that you understand it this time.”
Orlando couldn’t breathe for some seconds and felt as if he was going to faint. Blank panic flooded his body when he heard Jeff’s words murmured into his ear. He was pressed against the other’s body and could feel the erected member against his ass.
This couldn’t be true! It had to be another nightmare. Orlando struggled to get the hand off his mouth but he was shaking so badly that he didn’t have the slightest chance. In a last, desperate attempt he pressed the still smouldering cigarette against Jeff’s hand. He didn’t care that it burned the skin nor for Jeff’s cry of pain. Jeff pulled his hand back just to slap Orlando hard across the face.
“What do you think you are doing slut?!” Jeff’s voice revealed the anger visible in his face.
Tears were streaming down Orlando’s cheeks. This could not be happening again! With all the power he was able bring up he tried to struggle out of Jeff’s grip.
“No…NO!”
Viggo. He had to get Viggo’s attention.
“Come on Orlando. You know that you can’t fight me. You are mine; no one else wants you. You are a whore, born to be used and not to be loved.”
Jeff tightened his grip and tried to drag Orlando off the deck. The Brit was fighting him like only a desperate soul would, gripping his last bit of hope tightly. He looked through the glass doors of the deck and his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Viggo wasn’t there anymore. Orlando stared at the table where Viggo had been sitting. Brown eyes widened in horror. His last bit of hope had just been shattered. His attempts to free himself from Jeff grew weaker. There was no chance of escaping and the torture would begin anew.
Helpless sobs filled the air. Orlando tripped several times when Jeff dragged him in the direction of his car.
All off a sudden Jeff stopped.
“Take your hands off him.”
Orlando turned his head abruptly just to see Viggo standing behind Jeff, one hand holding a knife against Jeff’s throat, the other gripping the upper arm of the man. Orlando felt relief wash over him although the hate he could see in the blue-grey eyes of Viggo made him feel uncomfortable. He had never seen the other actor like that before.
Slowly Jeff loosened his grip on Orlando and the brunette stumbled away quickly. He was still shaking, tearful eyes looking at Viggo.
“Go inside and call the police Orlando.” Viggo’s voice was gentle again but the strain could not be mistaken. His eyes locked with Orlando’s for a few seconds before Orlando ran into the house to get the phone. He was afraid, not only for himself but for Viggo. Orlando’s hands were shaking so badly that he could barely dial the number.
“Now look how the little whelp follows your orders. Guess who has taught him how to obey so nicely. I, I taught him, made him moan. Have you had the little slut already? That beautiful ass of his? The hot channel driving you mad because it is so tight?”
Jeff laughed but before he had time to react Viggo had spun him around and his fist connected painfully with Jeff’s nose. The unpleasant sound of bones breaking could be heard. Viggo didn’t feel the pain in his hand, nor satisfaction. He was finally facing the man who had done all this to Orlando and could show his anger. The next stroke hit Jeff’s chin, blood already trickling from his broken nose.
Orlando stammered something into the phone when someone answered, barely realizing what he was saying or that he was talking at all. The woman at the other end of the line told him that someone would be sent off immediately and he hung up. Orlando just sat on the floor for seconds, his knees shaking so badly that he could barely stand. Only the thought of Viggo being alone with a psycho made him straighten up again and stumble outside. His fingers clasped the doorframe when he saw the two men struggling. There was blood but he couldn’t say to whom it belonged. Orlando started to shake even worse; his knees finally gave away and he sank to the ground, watching the scene in horror.
“Viggo?” Orlando’s whisper was overheard by both men. Orlando didn’t know how long he sat there, following the incident in horror but suddenly there were policemen. They pulled Viggo away from Jeff. Orlando saw all that through the blur of tears and in slow motion. All sounds seemed to be shut out, he was isolated, watching horrified from the distance. Someone touching Orlando’s shoulder brought him back to consciousness. His brown eyes flitted to the side and it took a few seconds before Orlando realized that it was Viggo kneeling next to him. There was blood on his face and hands and Orlando’s heart sank; fear crept into his heart.
“Vig?”
Viggo had seen the tearful brown eyes widen even more with fear and felt his heart aching. He should’ve cared for Orlando instead of beating Jeff…but hell it had felt good. It seemed that his inner tension had found release; some of the inhibited emotion had been released and he felt himself calming.
“It’s alright angel. That bastard will never again be near you.” Viggo shushed, tried to smile and pulled Orlando in his arms. He was surprised when Orlando’s slender fingers ghosted over his cheeks. The worry replaced the shyness Orlando normally showed. His unpleasant thoughts were banished; only Viggo’s well being mattered and Orlando forgot all his worries about how weak and unlovable he might be considered.
“Are you okay?” Orlando finally managed to ask shaken his fingers still tracing the small bloodstains on Viggo’s face.
“Yes. Sorry…I-I didn’t mean to scare you. I was a bit overwhelmed I guess.” Viggo replied, cradling Orlando closer, soothingly rubbing his hands over the younger man’s back. Orlando’s tension seemed to lessen and his fingers slid down Viggo’s chest, clutching his shirt.
“I-I…he was…there a-a-all of a s-sudde-en.” Orlando’s tears increased now, his body shaking violently.
“And…I…I t-thought y-you were gone and…and.” Orlando’s sentence ended in a distressed sob.
“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to give you more reason to panic but…well I heard you and saw that this guy was out there so I took the way through the front door.” Viggo explained a bit sheepishly.
“And now he won’t ever come near you again, touch you or lay his eyes upon you.” He added in a low voice as if speaking to himself. He wouldn’t let that bastard near his angel again.
“It’s alright now angel.” Viggo brushed away the tears on Orlando’s cheek with his thumb, lost in the brown eyes for seconds. He couldn’t help himself when he saw all the emotion in the chocolate depths and leaned forward, his lips softly brushing over Orlando’s. It was nothing of a real kiss and still so much more. Their lips barely touched and still the gesture held so much affection and so many unspoken feelings. Orlando shivered but didn’t push Viggo away. He cast down his gaze; dark lashes wet with tears shimmered at the movement. The light feeling of Viggo’s lips hadn’t been unpleasant but made Orlando nervous. There were so many other thoughts racing through the young man’s mind that he forgot about it quickly, his head leaning against Viggo’s shoulder. Orlando felt exhausted all of a sudden, closing his eyes while tears continued to stream over his pale cheeks.
Viggo held Orlando close, his hands lightly rubbing over Orlando’s back. They both just sat on the ground in silence for some minutes, crying and clinging to each other as if afraid to loose him. Viggo realized just how close he had been to loosing Orlando and his grip tightened. He would not let him go nor let him be taken away by anyone.
“Mister Bloom? Mister Mortensen?” The chief had carefully stepped closer, not wanting to disturb them but knowing that he had to talk to them. Viggo looked up at him, one hand protectively in Orlando’s neck, the other on his back.
“Yes?” A silent pleading to the officer not to question Orlando right now hung in the air. The chief hemmed before he spoke.
“Are you both alright?”
“Physically yes.”
The chief nodded.
“Alright. We have him now and he will be put into jail until his trial and I am sure that he will go to jail after that again. We have enough evidence so he will be considered guilty. You will not be bothered with anything until the trial where Mister Bloom has to make a declaration. Just because of the completeness you know. Can I call you if we need any additional information?”
Viggo shook his head yes. He was glad that they didn’t have to question Orlando because he knew that it would be too much for the young man. After all there really was evidence enough. The chief nodded, a look of concern crossing his face.
“Do you need anything?” He finally asked voice low while his gaze trailed to the still weeping Orlando in Viggo’s arms.
“No. Thank you anyway.”
The chief smiled understandingly at Viggo before bidding them farewell.
“We’ll better go inside.” Viggo murmured, lightly rubbing over Orlando’s back before pulling him up with him. He led Orlando inside and closed the door to the deck behind them. He noticed the violent shivering of Orlando’s body. It had been cold outside and the emotional stress had done the rest. So the first things to do were to calm Orlando and get him warm again. Viggo led the trembling young man over to the couch and carefully sat him down there.
“I’ll just gather some things together baby yeah? I’ll be back in a few seconds.” Viggo gently cupped Orlando’s cheek, waiting for him to agree. Orlando didn’t seem to like the idea of letting Viggo go but nodded slowly, making himself as small as possible on the sofa. Viggo didn’t intend to leave him for long; something in his stomach tightened at the sight of the frightened Brit.
It took Viggo less than five minutes before he returned with a hot water bottle and a blanket. He had quickly washed the blood off so that he would not scare Orlando even more. Viggo placed both things on the end of the sofa before he sat down behind Orlando. Viggo laid the hot water bottle on Orlando’s chest before carefully wrapping his shivering body in the blanket and cradling him once more in his arms.
Orlando welcomed the warmth of the hot water bottle and Viggo’s body, allowed drowsiness to wash over him. It had been so much and after the incredible tension his body seemed to give in. His arms were wrapped around the hot water bottle and his head rested on Viggo’s shoulder. Slowly the tears dried while Viggo murmured sweet nonsense into his ear. Finally Orlando’s body relaxed and stopped trembling.
“Sleep a bit.” Viggo brought himself into a lying position and pulled Orlando down with him so that the other man’s head was resting on his chest. Orlando felt tired but he couldn’t find peace yet. Tearful brown eyes looked up at Viggo.
“You won’t go, will you?” His voice was trembling and barely auditable.
“No. I will still be here when you wake up and I will never leave your side. Don’t worry about that ever. I’ll always stay.” Viggo smiled reassuringly at Orlando and finally brown eyes closed. A few minutes later Orlando was asleep; his hands were still clutching the blanket.
Viggo couldn’t relax. The thought that he had almost lost Orlando was spinning in his mind, never leaving. His gaze lingered on the sleeping form, fingers softly stroking over Orlando’s cheeks. No, he would never let him go again. He would protect him. And now he had seen Jeff. The monster from the nightmare now had a face.
Orlando had fallen into a deep slumber and awoke some hours later feeling warm and…relieved. It took him some time to figure out that it was actually relief he felt. Jeff was in jail and Viggo had saved him. There was no second nightmare he just had to wake up from the first one. This wasn’t easy but there was a shimmer of hope in the darkness.
“What are you thinking about?”
Orlando was startled by Viggo’s gentle voice and looked up only to see blue-grey eyes looking at him. He returned the gaze for some seconds before Orlando looked away and clutched the blanket tighter.
“How it will go on now.” He finally answered lowly.
There was silence for a few moments.
“I don’t know.” Viggo replied honestly, his hand softly stroking over Orlando’s cheek.
“I don’t know but no matter what I’ll always be here for you if you want me to.” Viggo had thought of various ways how Orlando might react but he hadn’t expected tears forming in Orlando’s brown eyes. What was wrong this time?
“Orlando? What are these tears about angel?”
Orlando refused to look at Viggo and nearly pulled the blanket over his head. He didn’t want to tell Viggo. Maybe it would disappoint him and of course Viggo wouldn’t admit that he did all this out of pity.
“No-nothing.” Orlando brushed the tears away with the back of his hand. He could tell from the silence that Viggo didn’t believe him.
“Just…it was all a bit much today. I’m overreacting.” Orlando added quickly, hoping that Viggo would believe that. He couldn’t cope with a discussion today nor any day soon. Viggo nodded although he knew that Orlando wasn’t telling the truth. The last thing he wanted to do was to pressure the young man even further.
“You’re not overreacting. It has been too much today. What do you think about something to eat before we go to bed?”
A shy nod was the answer and Viggo couldn’t help but smile. Orlando was nearly hiding under the blanket, only half of his face visible.
“You just have to let me stand up.”
“Oh.” Orlando’s puzzled look was adorable but Viggo fought the urge to say that aloud. He just got up, softly stroking Orlando’s cheek one last time before he went into the kitchen.
With a sigh Orlando fell back into the pillow and closed his eyes. If he could just sort out his thoughts and feelings. Everything was so confusing. When the police had showed up and finally took Jeff to jail and Viggo had gathered him in his arms Orlando had cried for the first time not because of pain. He had cried because of all the fear deep inside him, the shame, and the relief. Maybe it had been what he needed. The nightmare beginning anew but this time there was someone who saved him. This time he had not been lost but found. With this knowledge stepping back into life seemed possible. Only the memories and self-doubts nagging in his soul kept him still standing in the darkness before the door now opening into a warm, light-flooded home.
TBC
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Author: Greenleaf
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: OB/VM
Summary: Strange things are happening to Orlando. At first he thinks it is just a joke of his friends, but things start to get even scarier with time and he painfully experiences, that this weren't jokes.......
Will Viggo be able to help him after his waking nightmare?
*Warnings* Angst, Violence, Rape
Feedback: Yes pleaaaaaaaaaaaase *holds up starving author sign* I love feedback even more than getting presents
Disclaimer: None of them belongs to me (sadly), nothing of this did really happen
Beta: The wonderful and awesome
slashfairy Thank you *hug*I want to take his eyes out
Just for looking at you
Yes I do
I want to take his hands off
Just for touching you
Yes I do
And I want to rip his heart out
Just for hurting you
And I want to break his mind down
Yes I do
And I want to make him
Regret life since the day he met you
Yes I do
And I want to make him
Take back all that he took from you
Yes I do
Chapter Eleven - Still standing
Orlando wasn’t aware of the person slowly approaching. He gasped when he was pulled against somebody all of a sudden. An arm was around his waist while a hand covered his mouth.
“Hello love. I missed you. Seems that I didn’t teach you well since you ran off to Mortensen again. I’ll make sure that you understand it this time.”
Orlando couldn’t breathe for some seconds and felt as if he was going to faint. Blank panic flooded his body when he heard Jeff’s words murmured into his ear. He was pressed against the other’s body and could feel the erected member against his ass.
This couldn’t be true! It had to be another nightmare. Orlando struggled to get the hand off his mouth but he was shaking so badly that he didn’t have the slightest chance. In a last, desperate attempt he pressed the still smouldering cigarette against Jeff’s hand. He didn’t care that it burned the skin nor for Jeff’s cry of pain. Jeff pulled his hand back just to slap Orlando hard across the face.
“What do you think you are doing slut?!” Jeff’s voice revealed the anger visible in his face.
Tears were streaming down Orlando’s cheeks. This could not be happening again! With all the power he was able bring up he tried to struggle out of Jeff’s grip.
“No…NO!”
Viggo. He had to get Viggo’s attention.
“Come on Orlando. You know that you can’t fight me. You are mine; no one else wants you. You are a whore, born to be used and not to be loved.”
Jeff tightened his grip and tried to drag Orlando off the deck. The Brit was fighting him like only a desperate soul would, gripping his last bit of hope tightly. He looked through the glass doors of the deck and his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Viggo wasn’t there anymore. Orlando stared at the table where Viggo had been sitting. Brown eyes widened in horror. His last bit of hope had just been shattered. His attempts to free himself from Jeff grew weaker. There was no chance of escaping and the torture would begin anew.
Helpless sobs filled the air. Orlando tripped several times when Jeff dragged him in the direction of his car.
All off a sudden Jeff stopped.
“Take your hands off him.”
Orlando turned his head abruptly just to see Viggo standing behind Jeff, one hand holding a knife against Jeff’s throat, the other gripping the upper arm of the man. Orlando felt relief wash over him although the hate he could see in the blue-grey eyes of Viggo made him feel uncomfortable. He had never seen the other actor like that before.
Slowly Jeff loosened his grip on Orlando and the brunette stumbled away quickly. He was still shaking, tearful eyes looking at Viggo.
“Go inside and call the police Orlando.” Viggo’s voice was gentle again but the strain could not be mistaken. His eyes locked with Orlando’s for a few seconds before Orlando ran into the house to get the phone. He was afraid, not only for himself but for Viggo. Orlando’s hands were shaking so badly that he could barely dial the number.
“Now look how the little whelp follows your orders. Guess who has taught him how to obey so nicely. I, I taught him, made him moan. Have you had the little slut already? That beautiful ass of his? The hot channel driving you mad because it is so tight?”
Jeff laughed but before he had time to react Viggo had spun him around and his fist connected painfully with Jeff’s nose. The unpleasant sound of bones breaking could be heard. Viggo didn’t feel the pain in his hand, nor satisfaction. He was finally facing the man who had done all this to Orlando and could show his anger. The next stroke hit Jeff’s chin, blood already trickling from his broken nose.
Orlando stammered something into the phone when someone answered, barely realizing what he was saying or that he was talking at all. The woman at the other end of the line told him that someone would be sent off immediately and he hung up. Orlando just sat on the floor for seconds, his knees shaking so badly that he could barely stand. Only the thought of Viggo being alone with a psycho made him straighten up again and stumble outside. His fingers clasped the doorframe when he saw the two men struggling. There was blood but he couldn’t say to whom it belonged. Orlando started to shake even worse; his knees finally gave away and he sank to the ground, watching the scene in horror.
“Viggo?” Orlando’s whisper was overheard by both men. Orlando didn’t know how long he sat there, following the incident in horror but suddenly there were policemen. They pulled Viggo away from Jeff. Orlando saw all that through the blur of tears and in slow motion. All sounds seemed to be shut out, he was isolated, watching horrified from the distance. Someone touching Orlando’s shoulder brought him back to consciousness. His brown eyes flitted to the side and it took a few seconds before Orlando realized that it was Viggo kneeling next to him. There was blood on his face and hands and Orlando’s heart sank; fear crept into his heart.
“Vig?”
Viggo had seen the tearful brown eyes widen even more with fear and felt his heart aching. He should’ve cared for Orlando instead of beating Jeff…but hell it had felt good. It seemed that his inner tension had found release; some of the inhibited emotion had been released and he felt himself calming.
“It’s alright angel. That bastard will never again be near you.” Viggo shushed, tried to smile and pulled Orlando in his arms. He was surprised when Orlando’s slender fingers ghosted over his cheeks. The worry replaced the shyness Orlando normally showed. His unpleasant thoughts were banished; only Viggo’s well being mattered and Orlando forgot all his worries about how weak and unlovable he might be considered.
“Are you okay?” Orlando finally managed to ask shaken his fingers still tracing the small bloodstains on Viggo’s face.
“Yes. Sorry…I-I didn’t mean to scare you. I was a bit overwhelmed I guess.” Viggo replied, cradling Orlando closer, soothingly rubbing his hands over the younger man’s back. Orlando’s tension seemed to lessen and his fingers slid down Viggo’s chest, clutching his shirt.
“I-I…he was…there a-a-all of a s-sudde-en.” Orlando’s tears increased now, his body shaking violently.
“And…I…I t-thought y-you were gone and…and.” Orlando’s sentence ended in a distressed sob.
“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to give you more reason to panic but…well I heard you and saw that this guy was out there so I took the way through the front door.” Viggo explained a bit sheepishly.
“And now he won’t ever come near you again, touch you or lay his eyes upon you.” He added in a low voice as if speaking to himself. He wouldn’t let that bastard near his angel again.
“It’s alright now angel.” Viggo brushed away the tears on Orlando’s cheek with his thumb, lost in the brown eyes for seconds. He couldn’t help himself when he saw all the emotion in the chocolate depths and leaned forward, his lips softly brushing over Orlando’s. It was nothing of a real kiss and still so much more. Their lips barely touched and still the gesture held so much affection and so many unspoken feelings. Orlando shivered but didn’t push Viggo away. He cast down his gaze; dark lashes wet with tears shimmered at the movement. The light feeling of Viggo’s lips hadn’t been unpleasant but made Orlando nervous. There were so many other thoughts racing through the young man’s mind that he forgot about it quickly, his head leaning against Viggo’s shoulder. Orlando felt exhausted all of a sudden, closing his eyes while tears continued to stream over his pale cheeks.
Viggo held Orlando close, his hands lightly rubbing over Orlando’s back. They both just sat on the ground in silence for some minutes, crying and clinging to each other as if afraid to loose him. Viggo realized just how close he had been to loosing Orlando and his grip tightened. He would not let him go nor let him be taken away by anyone.
“Mister Bloom? Mister Mortensen?” The chief had carefully stepped closer, not wanting to disturb them but knowing that he had to talk to them. Viggo looked up at him, one hand protectively in Orlando’s neck, the other on his back.
“Yes?” A silent pleading to the officer not to question Orlando right now hung in the air. The chief hemmed before he spoke.
“Are you both alright?”
“Physically yes.”
The chief nodded.
“Alright. We have him now and he will be put into jail until his trial and I am sure that he will go to jail after that again. We have enough evidence so he will be considered guilty. You will not be bothered with anything until the trial where Mister Bloom has to make a declaration. Just because of the completeness you know. Can I call you if we need any additional information?”
Viggo shook his head yes. He was glad that they didn’t have to question Orlando because he knew that it would be too much for the young man. After all there really was evidence enough. The chief nodded, a look of concern crossing his face.
“Do you need anything?” He finally asked voice low while his gaze trailed to the still weeping Orlando in Viggo’s arms.
“No. Thank you anyway.”
The chief smiled understandingly at Viggo before bidding them farewell.
“We’ll better go inside.” Viggo murmured, lightly rubbing over Orlando’s back before pulling him up with him. He led Orlando inside and closed the door to the deck behind them. He noticed the violent shivering of Orlando’s body. It had been cold outside and the emotional stress had done the rest. So the first things to do were to calm Orlando and get him warm again. Viggo led the trembling young man over to the couch and carefully sat him down there.
“I’ll just gather some things together baby yeah? I’ll be back in a few seconds.” Viggo gently cupped Orlando’s cheek, waiting for him to agree. Orlando didn’t seem to like the idea of letting Viggo go but nodded slowly, making himself as small as possible on the sofa. Viggo didn’t intend to leave him for long; something in his stomach tightened at the sight of the frightened Brit.
It took Viggo less than five minutes before he returned with a hot water bottle and a blanket. He had quickly washed the blood off so that he would not scare Orlando even more. Viggo placed both things on the end of the sofa before he sat down behind Orlando. Viggo laid the hot water bottle on Orlando’s chest before carefully wrapping his shivering body in the blanket and cradling him once more in his arms.
Orlando welcomed the warmth of the hot water bottle and Viggo’s body, allowed drowsiness to wash over him. It had been so much and after the incredible tension his body seemed to give in. His arms were wrapped around the hot water bottle and his head rested on Viggo’s shoulder. Slowly the tears dried while Viggo murmured sweet nonsense into his ear. Finally Orlando’s body relaxed and stopped trembling.
“Sleep a bit.” Viggo brought himself into a lying position and pulled Orlando down with him so that the other man’s head was resting on his chest. Orlando felt tired but he couldn’t find peace yet. Tearful brown eyes looked up at Viggo.
“You won’t go, will you?” His voice was trembling and barely auditable.
“No. I will still be here when you wake up and I will never leave your side. Don’t worry about that ever. I’ll always stay.” Viggo smiled reassuringly at Orlando and finally brown eyes closed. A few minutes later Orlando was asleep; his hands were still clutching the blanket.
Viggo couldn’t relax. The thought that he had almost lost Orlando was spinning in his mind, never leaving. His gaze lingered on the sleeping form, fingers softly stroking over Orlando’s cheeks. No, he would never let him go again. He would protect him. And now he had seen Jeff. The monster from the nightmare now had a face.
Orlando had fallen into a deep slumber and awoke some hours later feeling warm and…relieved. It took him some time to figure out that it was actually relief he felt. Jeff was in jail and Viggo had saved him. There was no second nightmare he just had to wake up from the first one. This wasn’t easy but there was a shimmer of hope in the darkness.
“What are you thinking about?”
Orlando was startled by Viggo’s gentle voice and looked up only to see blue-grey eyes looking at him. He returned the gaze for some seconds before Orlando looked away and clutched the blanket tighter.
“How it will go on now.” He finally answered lowly.
There was silence for a few moments.
“I don’t know.” Viggo replied honestly, his hand softly stroking over Orlando’s cheek.
“I don’t know but no matter what I’ll always be here for you if you want me to.” Viggo had thought of various ways how Orlando might react but he hadn’t expected tears forming in Orlando’s brown eyes. What was wrong this time?
“Orlando? What are these tears about angel?”
Orlando refused to look at Viggo and nearly pulled the blanket over his head. He didn’t want to tell Viggo. Maybe it would disappoint him and of course Viggo wouldn’t admit that he did all this out of pity.
“No-nothing.” Orlando brushed the tears away with the back of his hand. He could tell from the silence that Viggo didn’t believe him.
“Just…it was all a bit much today. I’m overreacting.” Orlando added quickly, hoping that Viggo would believe that. He couldn’t cope with a discussion today nor any day soon. Viggo nodded although he knew that Orlando wasn’t telling the truth. The last thing he wanted to do was to pressure the young man even further.
“You’re not overreacting. It has been too much today. What do you think about something to eat before we go to bed?”
A shy nod was the answer and Viggo couldn’t help but smile. Orlando was nearly hiding under the blanket, only half of his face visible.
“You just have to let me stand up.”
“Oh.” Orlando’s puzzled look was adorable but Viggo fought the urge to say that aloud. He just got up, softly stroking Orlando’s cheek one last time before he went into the kitchen.
With a sigh Orlando fell back into the pillow and closed his eyes. If he could just sort out his thoughts and feelings. Everything was so confusing. When the police had showed up and finally took Jeff to jail and Viggo had gathered him in his arms Orlando had cried for the first time not because of pain. He had cried because of all the fear deep inside him, the shame, and the relief. Maybe it had been what he needed. The nightmare beginning anew but this time there was someone who saved him. This time he had not been lost but found. With this knowledge stepping back into life seemed possible. Only the memories and self-doubts nagging in his soul kept him still standing in the darkness before the door now opening into a warm, light-flooded home.
TBC
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Date: 2006-12-18 06:52 pm (UTC)I don't want much do I?
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Date: 2006-12-18 06:56 pm (UTC)thanks *huggles*
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Date: 2006-12-19 06:22 pm (UTC)a happy ending? hmmmmm *thinks hard* well this story will take some time until it comes to the end...we will see how it turns out ;)
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