Some kids just have to grow up faster than others
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Category:
1 through F › Four Brothers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,804
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Four Brothers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Some kids just have to grow up faster than others
Warning: Slash/Minor Chan/Seme/Uke theme/mpreg/child abuse mentioned
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
AN: DO NOT BELONG TO ME. I MAKE NO MONEY.
I always get confused about their ages. So I shell make it up.
Bobby: 22
Jeremiah: 20
Angel: 18
Jack: 16
Some kids just have to grow up faster than others
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Jack shook in complete and utter fear. He was huddled in the bathroom with tears streaming down his pale face. It was some where past noon. Ma would be home soon. Angel would be home in less than three hours. Jeremiah was coming by after work for dinner. And Bobby.....
Oh God, Bobby was going to kill him. Why didn't he make Bobby wear a condom. Why didn't he tell Bobby he could still get pregnant in the first place. What the fuck was wrong with him.
The voices' of his mother, step father, foster father, and random Johns twisted in his mind with cruel but true words.
" You idiot. You whore. You worthless shit. You damn moron. You slut. You 'good for nothing' bitch.
You ignorant piece of ass."
" COWARD! You were afraid that if you asked Bobby to wear a condom he would say no and he wouldn't fuck you and if you told him you could get pregnant he wouldn't want you at all. Always a little whore wanting a cock in you. And NO, he wouldn't want you. Who would want you. Who would want someone that is so used?"
Jack whispered in a strained voice that was only loud to his ears, " Shut up mom, shut up mom, Shut up!" His eyes were closed as he rocked his trembling body back and forth on the closed toilet seat.
His knees were under his chin with his legs held to his chest. One of his arms held his legs so close to his chest that it hurt to breath. The other hands wrapped around his stomach.
His position was his defense against the world and his own shame. He had ruined everything. He finally had a safe home, a loving mother, two protecting brothers and one brother/lover who didn't hurt him and promised he never would. He loved Bobby so much and now he ruined it.
Jack glared at the little sticks that looked so harmless sitting there on the sink. But if you walked closer you could see the little dark blue plus on each and every one of them. He idly thought why was it a plus and not a minus.
It meant the end of everything good in the world. Minus family, minus finishing high school, minus the rest of his life, and worst of all.... minus Bobby.
Jack was taken out of his battered thoughts by the sound of the front door opening. Then the sound of a purse with keys in it being thrown on the table. The sound of feet walking in the house with a busy intent.
Oh, Shit. Ma was home from the hospital for lunch. He wondered if the school had already called with the information that he skipped school..... again. At least now he had a good excuse.
Jack shuddered at the thought of telling ma what has been going on with him and Bobby. No one knew for sure that Jack and Bobby were together but Jack could tell they had their suspicions.
As he heard ma come up the steers he knew he couldn't tell her. He jumped off the seat and went into his bedroom. In his room he got his jacket and shoes. It was fall but in Detroit it got cold fast.
When he opened the window a cold gush of air came in. It made him wince as his nose automatically became cold. He pushed his long legs out first but held on to the bottom rim of the window. As his thighs past through the window he arched his back up so his stomach didn't rub against the harsh wood and slightly bumped into the top of the window.
He winced in pain but said nothing as he made sure his stomach didn't touch anything which was easy in it's still flat state. When he was completely out with his legs braced against the side of the house and his hands still holding onto the ledge.
He looked down to see if he would land on anything but there was nothing there. He closed his eyes and with one hand he let go of the ledge and enclosed it around his stomach. Then with a pray to God he pushed his legs out and jumped.
TBC....
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AN: OK, I know a lot of people hate mpreg. But please no flames. Jack is a vulnerable character and I like to place him in different depths of life. And this is one of them It is impossible but.... WHO CARES.
Pairing: Bobby/Jack
AN: DO NOT BELONG TO ME. I MAKE NO MONEY.
I always get confused about their ages. So I shell make it up.
Bobby: 22
Jeremiah: 20
Angel: 18
Jack: 16
Some kids just have to grow up faster than others
________________________________________________________________________
Jack shook in complete and utter fear. He was huddled in the bathroom with tears streaming down his pale face. It was some where past noon. Ma would be home soon. Angel would be home in less than three hours. Jeremiah was coming by after work for dinner. And Bobby.....
Oh God, Bobby was going to kill him. Why didn't he make Bobby wear a condom. Why didn't he tell Bobby he could still get pregnant in the first place. What the fuck was wrong with him.
The voices' of his mother, step father, foster father, and random Johns twisted in his mind with cruel but true words.
" You idiot. You whore. You worthless shit. You damn moron. You slut. You 'good for nothing' bitch.
You ignorant piece of ass."
" COWARD! You were afraid that if you asked Bobby to wear a condom he would say no and he wouldn't fuck you and if you told him you could get pregnant he wouldn't want you at all. Always a little whore wanting a cock in you. And NO, he wouldn't want you. Who would want you. Who would want someone that is so used?"
Jack whispered in a strained voice that was only loud to his ears, " Shut up mom, shut up mom, Shut up!" His eyes were closed as he rocked his trembling body back and forth on the closed toilet seat.
His knees were under his chin with his legs held to his chest. One of his arms held his legs so close to his chest that it hurt to breath. The other hands wrapped around his stomach.
His position was his defense against the world and his own shame. He had ruined everything. He finally had a safe home, a loving mother, two protecting brothers and one brother/lover who didn't hurt him and promised he never would. He loved Bobby so much and now he ruined it.
Jack glared at the little sticks that looked so harmless sitting there on the sink. But if you walked closer you could see the little dark blue plus on each and every one of them. He idly thought why was it a plus and not a minus.
It meant the end of everything good in the world. Minus family, minus finishing high school, minus the rest of his life, and worst of all.... minus Bobby.
Jack was taken out of his battered thoughts by the sound of the front door opening. Then the sound of a purse with keys in it being thrown on the table. The sound of feet walking in the house with a busy intent.
Oh, Shit. Ma was home from the hospital for lunch. He wondered if the school had already called with the information that he skipped school..... again. At least now he had a good excuse.
Jack shuddered at the thought of telling ma what has been going on with him and Bobby. No one knew for sure that Jack and Bobby were together but Jack could tell they had their suspicions.
As he heard ma come up the steers he knew he couldn't tell her. He jumped off the seat and went into his bedroom. In his room he got his jacket and shoes. It was fall but in Detroit it got cold fast.
When he opened the window a cold gush of air came in. It made him wince as his nose automatically became cold. He pushed his long legs out first but held on to the bottom rim of the window. As his thighs past through the window he arched his back up so his stomach didn't rub against the harsh wood and slightly bumped into the top of the window.
He winced in pain but said nothing as he made sure his stomach didn't touch anything which was easy in it's still flat state. When he was completely out with his legs braced against the side of the house and his hands still holding onto the ledge.
He looked down to see if he would land on anything but there was nothing there. He closed his eyes and with one hand he let go of the ledge and enclosed it around his stomach. Then with a pray to God he pushed his legs out and jumped.
TBC....
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AN: OK, I know a lot of people hate mpreg. But please no flames. Jack is a vulnerable character and I like to place him in different depths of life. And this is one of them It is impossible but.... WHO CARES.