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Chapter 4
WARNINGS: Rape and sexual abuse of a child. Don’t read this if it offends you. I’ve tried not to get too graphic, but it’s important to the story.
NOTES: This story is very AU. At the beginning of the story, Remy is 10 years old and living with Bella Donna and her family and has been for several years. The song lyrics are from “Crucify” by Tori Amos.
~ I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start
My own religion ~
Sitting at the pair’s usual table in the corner of the dimly lit bar, Remy poked at his food halfheartedly. He could feel Bella Donna’s watchful gaze on him and knew she wanted him to eat, but even the mere thought of food was enough to make the room spin; his arm was throbbing and he hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before and wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the day.
He and Bella Donna had already been on the streets for several hours but had only managed to make half as much money as they would need to earn before they could go home; that meant that they wouldn’t get home until late evening at the earliest and all Remy wanted was to curl up in bed and go to sleep.
The bar was near empty and for that Remy was both thankful and disappointed. While it meant that there would be no one staring at them, it also meant that they would have to go back outside in the cold to earn the rest of the money they needed. Even though most of the usual customers in the bar were sleazy at best, it was still better than having to work outside in the wind and the cold, at least inside it was warm and sheltered.
Letting his gaze wander around the room, Remy identified the small number of patrons, all of whom were regulars to the bar but not past customers. Strangely, the boy found that he was looking for the unfamiliar man he had noticed the day before, the one with the jet black hair and the fierce aura. As a rule, the boy was uncomfortable around men at best; he didn’t trust them for obvious reasons and preferred the company of women, but there was something in the stranger that hen inn interest for him and he was disappointed to see that the man was nowhere to be seen.
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Lying on the bed in his hotel room, staring at the ceiling, Logan pulled at a loose string on the comforter, trying to decide what to do. The day before he had managed to get one of the other patrons in the bar, after some polite inquiries and no small number of flat-out demands, to tell him about the kids who had come in earlier in the evening. No one seemed to know their names or who their parents were, but they’d been able to tell him that the two came in almost every day, both to eat and to drum up business.
Sitting up with an irritated sigh, Logan grabbed his wallet from the nightstand. There wasn’t any point sitting around debating, he knew that if he was going to do anything at all about the situation he’d have to make it to the bar before the kids left for the day, assuming they had come in at all. He didn’t have a plan, but that had never stopped him in the past; planning ahead just wasn’t his style at all, better to wing it and hope for the best.
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Under Bella Donna’s concerned gaze, Remy had managed to eat enough of his lunch to satisfy the girl’s motherly instincts and was free to daydream as the girl moved off to chat up a handful of new men who had recently entered the bar. With any luck, one or two of these newcomers would be interested and would put them that much closer to being able to go home. A couple seemed interested, to judge by the way they were staring in his direction as Bella Donna spoke, and Remy hoped they would hurry up and make up their minds so he could go home.
Poking at the food on his plate, Remy watched with mild interest as one of the men, an older man in a business suit, nodded his head in the direction of one of the other men and, following a hesitant nod from the girl, handed her a small roll of bills. Jerking her head in the direction of the table the boy was sitting at, Bella Donna set off back across the bar, a look of agitated guilt on her face.
“Je suis désolé, Remy, je devais le faire,” Bella Donna said softly, moving to stand by the side of the table. “Il m'a donné $100.”
Nodding solemnly, Remy turned his gaze to the two men standing by the table; neither one looked especially dangerous and it would put them that much closer to being able to go home for the night. Getting to his feet, he allowed the older man to take his good hand and lead him through to the back of the bar, with the younger man trailing behind.
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Entering the bar, Logan let his eyes adjust to the dim light, quickly noting the blonde girl’s presence at the same table she had been at the day before, but not seeing the boy. Reasoning that the girl wouldn’t be there alone, Logan ordered a beer and moved to sit at a table with a decent view of the one the girl was sitting at and settled down to wait, noting that the girl was staring intently in his direction with a look he couldn’t quite name on her face.
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Shaking uncontrollably, Remy pulled away as the older man tried to stroke his sweat-damp hair back from his forehead. He didn’t want to be touched, they’d gotten what they wanted and now all he wanted was for them to leave him alone. The younger man had already left the room, returning to the main room of the bar without so much as a backward glance in his direction and he wished the older man would do the same instead of trying to comfort him.
“What’s a matter, boy? I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” the man whispered in a false syrupy sweet tone. “Why would I want to hurt a sweet little thing like you for, huh?”
Pulling his knees tighter to his chest, Remy wedged himself tighter into the corner of the room, reflexively trying to make himself smaller. He just wanted to be left alone, not to be sweet-talked by this hypocrite who seemed to think that having a threesome with a ten-year-old didn’t constitute “hurting.”
Getting no response, the man grabbed the boy by his injured arm and hauled him to his feet, earning a choked cry of pain from the boy. “You think I would hurt a child, is that it? You think I’m some kind of sick bastard?” the man snarled, squeezing the boy’s arm hard enough that Remy felt as though he was going to pass out.
“Non, Monsieur!” Remy frantically cried, willing to say anything to get the man to release his hold on his arm and let him go.
“That’s right, boy. You better believe it,” the man muttered, releasing Remy’s arm with a disgusted sneer before turning and stalking out of the room.
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Seeing that the older man had left the backroom of the bar, Bella Donna turned her attention away from the man sitting in the corner of the room. The man’s reappearance meant that Remy would be returning soon as well and right now, he was of more interest to her than was the man she had been watching.
Moments later, Remy reappeared, pale and shaking, with his clothes in disarray. Glancing over at the man she had been observing, she noted that he too was watching the boy’s reappearance with sympathetic interest. Moving quickly to the boy’s side, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and lead him back to the table and sitting him down in the chair opposite hers, with his back to the newcomer in the corner.
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If Logan had thought the kid looked about ready to keel over the day before, the boy looked like he was literally at death’s door as Logan watched him enter the main room of the bar. Not only was the kid white as a sheet and shaking, but it looked as though someone had broken his arm for him as well. Snarling quietly, Logan clenched his fists, furious that someone would do something like that to a child.
Seeing the boy in such pitiful shape, Logan knew there was no way he could walk away without trying to help the boy somehow, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knowingly let a child that young remain in a situation like the one the boy was in. He had to do something; offer the kid a place to stay, maybe, or at the very least give the kid some money so that he could get himself someplace safe.
Shifting his gaze from the boy, Logan noticed that the girl was once again staring intently at him. He had the uncomfortable feeling that she was sizing him up, although for what purpose he didn’t know.
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Bella Donna couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about the dark-haired man in the corner of the room that kept drawing her attention. The fact that he seemed to be constantly staring in their direction was part of it, but that wasn’t really it. Bella Donna was used to having men staring in their direction, but there was something different about this particular man, he seemed almost…concerned.
Swearing inwardly, Bella Donna watched as the man abandoned his seat in the corner and headed in their direction. She wasn’t entirely sure that the man wasn’t interested in sex and didn’t want to have to put Remy through any more today, but it would be near impossible to turn this man down if that’s what he wanted; they needed the money too much to be able to do that.
Noting the look of apprehension on Bella Donna’s face, Remy steeled himself for whoever it was that was approaching this time; he hadn’t paid much attention when he’d reentered the bar and hoped it wasn’t someone who wanted to hurt him. Looking up at the sound of footsteps by his side, Remy was surprised to find himself looking at the man he had been looking for earlier in the afternoon.
“Âllo, Monsieur,” Bella Donna said sweetly to Logan, “You interested in a good time?”
“Nope, sorry. I don’t fuck kids,” Logan growled, giving the boy a once-over. “The name’s Logan.”
“I’m Bella Donna, this is Remy,” Bella Donna answered hesitantly.
“Nasty bump you got there on your arm, kid,” Logan said, reaching a hand out to touch the boy’s wrist.
Jerking away from the man’s touch, Remy huddled against the wall as Bella Donna attempted to explain his reaction to the startled man. “Je suis désolé, Monsieur. Remy doesn’t like to be touched by men…”
“I’m sorry, kid, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Logan said softly, moving his hand a safe distance from the boy and keeping his posture neutral. It was entirely understandable that the kid would be skittish about being touched with the kind of life he was leading.
Nodding almost imperceptibly, Remy forced himself to calm down. In spite of his fear of being touched, he felt himself drawn to this man, there was just something about him that spoke to the boy; the man looked fierce, that was definitely true, but in a protective way that was undeniably appealing to the battered boy.
“Listen, kids. I don’t want to go sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong…” Logan started after several moments of silence, “It’s just that I was wondering what a couple of kids your age were doing out on the streets like this…”
“What does it look like, Monsieur?” Bella Donna asked with venom; it was perfectly obvious what they were doing and she didn’t appreciate anyone dragging it out of her.
“Whoa, hold on there, girl. I was just thinking maybe you could use a little help,” Logan said softly, holding his hands up in defeat and turning to look at the boy.
“What kind of help?” Bella Donna asked quietly, sensing that this might be her chance to do something to help her friend.
“Money…a place to stay…” Logan said, watching the boy out of the corner of his eye.
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Remy knew where this conversation was going and what Bella Donna was thinking. She wanted him to go with this man, to leave her behind. She wanted to save him, but he couldn’t leave her, he just couldn’t. Reaching a decision, he scrambled to his feet, knocking his chair over in his rush, and grabbed the girl’s arm.
“Allons, Bel. Je veux me retourner à la maison.” he pleaded urgently.
“Mais…” the girl protested; this man was offering Remy sanctuary, she couldn’t just leave.
“Allons, s'il vous plait,” the boy insisted, real panic in his eyes.
“Mais, mon père…”
“Je ne m'inquiète pas!”
Seeing the pain in the boy’s eyes, Bella Donna looked desperately from the panicking boy to the man who had offered her the only hope she’d had in years. She didn’t know which way to turn, either way would hurt Remy and that was the last thing she wanted.
“Je suis désolé, Monsieur. My brother and I have to go home now,” Bella Donna reluctantly said, sapphire eyes brimming with tears and allowing Remy to pull her towards the door.
“Wait! Just wait a minute, okay?” Logan called, rushing to catch them before they left the bar. “Do me a favor, okay? I’m going to give you two some money and if you change your mind you come and find me, okay? I’ll be in town for another couple of days. Here…here’s the address of my hotel.”
“Merci, Monsieur,” Bella Donna whispered softly, taking the money and stuffing it into the pocket of her jacket. If nothing else, it meant that they had made enough money to go home with and for that she was thankful.
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Watching the pair leave the bar, Logan shook his head sadly, then turned and walked back to his table in the corner of the bar. He had done what he could and now he could only wait and see what would come of it.
Idly peeling the label from his beer bottle, he stared at the gathering storm clouds in the sky outside and sighed. Something had terrified the boy…Remy…that much was obvious; he had never seen anyone so afraid in his life.
Watching the darkening sky outside, Logan felt an answering echo in his heart.
TBC
~ TRANSLATIONS ~
1) Je suis désolé, Remy, je devais le faire. Il m'a donné $100.
I’m sorry, Remy, I had to. He gave me $100.
2) Allons, Bel. Je veux me retourner à la maison.
Let’s go, Bel. I want to go home.
3) Allons, s'il vous plait.
Please, let’s go.
4) Mais, mon père...
But, my father…
5) Je ne m'inquiète pas!
I don’t care!
NOTES: This story is very AU. At the beginning of the story, Remy is 10 years old and living with Bella Donna and her family and has been for several years. The song lyrics are from “Crucify” by Tori Amos.
~ I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start
My own religion ~
Sitting at the pair’s usual table in the corner of the dimly lit bar, Remy poked at his food halfheartedly. He could feel Bella Donna’s watchful gaze on him and knew she wanted him to eat, but even the mere thought of food was enough to make the room spin; his arm was throbbing and he hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before and wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the day.
He and Bella Donna had already been on the streets for several hours but had only managed to make half as much money as they would need to earn before they could go home; that meant that they wouldn’t get home until late evening at the earliest and all Remy wanted was to curl up in bed and go to sleep.
The bar was near empty and for that Remy was both thankful and disappointed. While it meant that there would be no one staring at them, it also meant that they would have to go back outside in the cold to earn the rest of the money they needed. Even though most of the usual customers in the bar were sleazy at best, it was still better than having to work outside in the wind and the cold, at least inside it was warm and sheltered.
Letting his gaze wander around the room, Remy identified the small number of patrons, all of whom were regulars to the bar but not past customers. Strangely, the boy found that he was looking for the unfamiliar man he had noticed the day before, the one with the jet black hair and the fierce aura. As a rule, the boy was uncomfortable around men at best; he didn’t trust them for obvious reasons and preferred the company of women, but there was something in the stranger that hen inn interest for him and he was disappointed to see that the man was nowhere to be seen.
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Lying on the bed in his hotel room, staring at the ceiling, Logan pulled at a loose string on the comforter, trying to decide what to do. The day before he had managed to get one of the other patrons in the bar, after some polite inquiries and no small number of flat-out demands, to tell him about the kids who had come in earlier in the evening. No one seemed to know their names or who their parents were, but they’d been able to tell him that the two came in almost every day, both to eat and to drum up business.
Sitting up with an irritated sigh, Logan grabbed his wallet from the nightstand. There wasn’t any point sitting around debating, he knew that if he was going to do anything at all about the situation he’d have to make it to the bar before the kids left for the day, assuming they had come in at all. He didn’t have a plan, but that had never stopped him in the past; planning ahead just wasn’t his style at all, better to wing it and hope for the best.
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Under Bella Donna’s concerned gaze, Remy had managed to eat enough of his lunch to satisfy the girl’s motherly instincts and was free to daydream as the girl moved off to chat up a handful of new men who had recently entered the bar. With any luck, one or two of these newcomers would be interested and would put them that much closer to being able to go home. A couple seemed interested, to judge by the way they were staring in his direction as Bella Donna spoke, and Remy hoped they would hurry up and make up their minds so he could go home.
Poking at the food on his plate, Remy watched with mild interest as one of the men, an older man in a business suit, nodded his head in the direction of one of the other men and, following a hesitant nod from the girl, handed her a small roll of bills. Jerking her head in the direction of the table the boy was sitting at, Bella Donna set off back across the bar, a look of agitated guilt on her face.
“Je suis désolé, Remy, je devais le faire,” Bella Donna said softly, moving to stand by the side of the table. “Il m'a donné $100.”
Nodding solemnly, Remy turned his gaze to the two men standing by the table; neither one looked especially dangerous and it would put them that much closer to being able to go home for the night. Getting to his feet, he allowed the older man to take his good hand and lead him through to the back of the bar, with the younger man trailing behind.
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Entering the bar, Logan let his eyes adjust to the dim light, quickly noting the blonde girl’s presence at the same table she had been at the day before, but not seeing the boy. Reasoning that the girl wouldn’t be there alone, Logan ordered a beer and moved to sit at a table with a decent view of the one the girl was sitting at and settled down to wait, noting that the girl was staring intently in his direction with a look he couldn’t quite name on her face.
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Shaking uncontrollably, Remy pulled away as the older man tried to stroke his sweat-damp hair back from his forehead. He didn’t want to be touched, they’d gotten what they wanted and now all he wanted was for them to leave him alone. The younger man had already left the room, returning to the main room of the bar without so much as a backward glance in his direction and he wished the older man would do the same instead of trying to comfort him.
“What’s a matter, boy? I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” the man whispered in a false syrupy sweet tone. “Why would I want to hurt a sweet little thing like you for, huh?”
Pulling his knees tighter to his chest, Remy wedged himself tighter into the corner of the room, reflexively trying to make himself smaller. He just wanted to be left alone, not to be sweet-talked by this hypocrite who seemed to think that having a threesome with a ten-year-old didn’t constitute “hurting.”
Getting no response, the man grabbed the boy by his injured arm and hauled him to his feet, earning a choked cry of pain from the boy. “You think I would hurt a child, is that it? You think I’m some kind of sick bastard?” the man snarled, squeezing the boy’s arm hard enough that Remy felt as though he was going to pass out.
“Non, Monsieur!” Remy frantically cried, willing to say anything to get the man to release his hold on his arm and let him go.
“That’s right, boy. You better believe it,” the man muttered, releasing Remy’s arm with a disgusted sneer before turning and stalking out of the room.
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Seeing that the older man had left the backroom of the bar, Bella Donna turned her attention away from the man sitting in the corner of the room. The man’s reappearance meant that Remy would be returning soon as well and right now, he was of more interest to her than was the man she had been watching.
Moments later, Remy reappeared, pale and shaking, with his clothes in disarray. Glancing over at the man she had been observing, she noted that he too was watching the boy’s reappearance with sympathetic interest. Moving quickly to the boy’s side, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and lead him back to the table and sitting him down in the chair opposite hers, with his back to the newcomer in the corner.
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If Logan had thought the kid looked about ready to keel over the day before, the boy looked like he was literally at death’s door as Logan watched him enter the main room of the bar. Not only was the kid white as a sheet and shaking, but it looked as though someone had broken his arm for him as well. Snarling quietly, Logan clenched his fists, furious that someone would do something like that to a child.
Seeing the boy in such pitiful shape, Logan knew there was no way he could walk away without trying to help the boy somehow, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knowingly let a child that young remain in a situation like the one the boy was in. He had to do something; offer the kid a place to stay, maybe, or at the very least give the kid some money so that he could get himself someplace safe.
Shifting his gaze from the boy, Logan noticed that the girl was once again staring intently at him. He had the uncomfortable feeling that she was sizing him up, although for what purpose he didn’t know.
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Bella Donna couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about the dark-haired man in the corner of the room that kept drawing her attention. The fact that he seemed to be constantly staring in their direction was part of it, but that wasn’t really it. Bella Donna was used to having men staring in their direction, but there was something different about this particular man, he seemed almost…concerned.
Swearing inwardly, Bella Donna watched as the man abandoned his seat in the corner and headed in their direction. She wasn’t entirely sure that the man wasn’t interested in sex and didn’t want to have to put Remy through any more today, but it would be near impossible to turn this man down if that’s what he wanted; they needed the money too much to be able to do that.
Noting the look of apprehension on Bella Donna’s face, Remy steeled himself for whoever it was that was approaching this time; he hadn’t paid much attention when he’d reentered the bar and hoped it wasn’t someone who wanted to hurt him. Looking up at the sound of footsteps by his side, Remy was surprised to find himself looking at the man he had been looking for earlier in the afternoon.
“Âllo, Monsieur,” Bella Donna said sweetly to Logan, “You interested in a good time?”
“Nope, sorry. I don’t fuck kids,” Logan growled, giving the boy a once-over. “The name’s Logan.”
“I’m Bella Donna, this is Remy,” Bella Donna answered hesitantly.
“Nasty bump you got there on your arm, kid,” Logan said, reaching a hand out to touch the boy’s wrist.
Jerking away from the man’s touch, Remy huddled against the wall as Bella Donna attempted to explain his reaction to the startled man. “Je suis désolé, Monsieur. Remy doesn’t like to be touched by men…”
“I’m sorry, kid, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Logan said softly, moving his hand a safe distance from the boy and keeping his posture neutral. It was entirely understandable that the kid would be skittish about being touched with the kind of life he was leading.
Nodding almost imperceptibly, Remy forced himself to calm down. In spite of his fear of being touched, he felt himself drawn to this man, there was just something about him that spoke to the boy; the man looked fierce, that was definitely true, but in a protective way that was undeniably appealing to the battered boy.
“Listen, kids. I don’t want to go sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong…” Logan started after several moments of silence, “It’s just that I was wondering what a couple of kids your age were doing out on the streets like this…”
“What does it look like, Monsieur?” Bella Donna asked with venom; it was perfectly obvious what they were doing and she didn’t appreciate anyone dragging it out of her.
“Whoa, hold on there, girl. I was just thinking maybe you could use a little help,” Logan said softly, holding his hands up in defeat and turning to look at the boy.
“What kind of help?” Bella Donna asked quietly, sensing that this might be her chance to do something to help her friend.
“Money…a place to stay…” Logan said, watching the boy out of the corner of his eye.
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Remy knew where this conversation was going and what Bella Donna was thinking. She wanted him to go with this man, to leave her behind. She wanted to save him, but he couldn’t leave her, he just couldn’t. Reaching a decision, he scrambled to his feet, knocking his chair over in his rush, and grabbed the girl’s arm.
“Allons, Bel. Je veux me retourner à la maison.” he pleaded urgently.
“Mais…” the girl protested; this man was offering Remy sanctuary, she couldn’t just leave.
“Allons, s'il vous plait,” the boy insisted, real panic in his eyes.
“Mais, mon père…”
“Je ne m'inquiète pas!”
Seeing the pain in the boy’s eyes, Bella Donna looked desperately from the panicking boy to the man who had offered her the only hope she’d had in years. She didn’t know which way to turn, either way would hurt Remy and that was the last thing she wanted.
“Je suis désolé, Monsieur. My brother and I have to go home now,” Bella Donna reluctantly said, sapphire eyes brimming with tears and allowing Remy to pull her towards the door.
“Wait! Just wait a minute, okay?” Logan called, rushing to catch them before they left the bar. “Do me a favor, okay? I’m going to give you two some money and if you change your mind you come and find me, okay? I’ll be in town for another couple of days. Here…here’s the address of my hotel.”
“Merci, Monsieur,” Bella Donna whispered softly, taking the money and stuffing it into the pocket of her jacket. If nothing else, it meant that they had made enough money to go home with and for that she was thankful.
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Watching the pair leave the bar, Logan shook his head sadly, then turned and walked back to his table in the corner of the bar. He had done what he could and now he could only wait and see what would come of it.
Idly peeling the label from his beer bottle, he stared at the gathering storm clouds in the sky outside and sighed. Something had terrified the boy…Remy…that much was obvious; he had never seen anyone so afraid in his life.
Watching the darkening sky outside, Logan felt an answering echo in his heart.
TBC
~ TRANSLATIONS ~
1) Je suis désolé, Remy, je devais le faire. Il m'a donné $100.
I’m sorry, Remy, I had to. He gave me $100.
2) Allons, Bel. Je veux me retourner à la maison.
Let’s go, Bel. I want to go home.
3) Allons, s'il vous plait.
Please, let’s go.
4) Mais, mon père...
But, my father…
5) Je ne m'inquiète pas!
I don’t care!