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Title: - Revelations.
Author: - Katt.
E-mail: - kattanon@hotmail.com
Feedback: - Like it or loathe it let me know.
Archive: - Archived at the Shield Fanfiction Archive.
Warning: - This story will deal with the subject of child abuse, both physical and sexual and may be graphic at times. If this subject upsets you please read no further.
Disclaimer: - I don’t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Author’s Notes: - This is the sequel to "Secrets" and is a birthday fic for Fredrik J
LOL. Also thanks to Whipper for reading through chapter one for me, and pointing out a potential problem which I hope has now been put right.
Revelations
Chapter 1.
It was two weeks before Vic saw Holland again, and he wanted to shove him up against the wall and punch him. Him and Shane had put themselves on the line for him, and the little bastard had hung them out to dry.
Officer Wyms had immediately set an investigation into motion after what Vic had told her. Vic and Shane had had to go to the police station to give statements. Holland’s father had been questioned, and had denied everything, as had Holland himself. Despite their denials Vic had thought that something would still be done, but it wasn’t. Officer Wyms, Claudette as she had insisted he call her, had told him that it was his and Shane’s word against Holland’s and his father’s. Vic had been incredulous that nothing was going to happen. He’d told her about the bruises and welts he’d seen on Holland’s body, but she told him that Holland’s dad had insisted he hadn’t known they were there. Apparently he’d launched into some sob stoboutbout working long hours trying to give Holland a good home, and how he blamed himself for not noticing the marks on his son. Then when Holland had woken up he’d calmly confirmed his father’s version of events, and so the hands of the police had been tied. He’d asked Claudette if the doctors at the hospital could examine Holland, and tell if anything sexual had been done to the boy. However, Claudette had told him that as Holland was a minor they’d need his father’s permission for an intimate exam, which he obviously wasn’t going to give. Other than that it would take a court order and they simply didn’t have the evidence for that. So that was an end to the matter. He remembered Claudette patting his shoulder in sympathy as she’d left, and as Vic looked in her eyes he knew that she believed him. She’d spent time with James Wagenbach, and had glimpsed the monster under the mask, just as he had.
At least his parents believed him, that was something, but they’d sadly told him that if the police couldn’t do anything than that was it. His dad had even hinted that maybe it would be better for him to "Stay away from the poor boy for the time being. For you and for him Vic." Vic knew that was what he should do, but damn it he wanted to know why Holland seemed so hell-bent on his own destruction. Why he was so unable to accept any help.
This was Holland’s first day back at school since his suicide attempt, and once his initial flare of anger burnt itself out, and Vic really looked at the boy he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Of course by now the entire school knew what he’d done.
As he stood by his locker Vic watched as Holland quickly walked to his own locker, his head down, not looking from left to right. As Holland began to undo his locker Vic heard someone call out,
"Hey, quick lock up your Tylenol the poster-boy for teen suicide is here!"
While some of the teens present looked uncomfortable at those words there was also a ripple of laughter from others. Holland’s hands froze for a second, before he gathered himself, and carried on with what he was doing, and ignored the teasing comment, the laughter and the smirks.
Vic stepped back and leant against his locker as he saw Holland walking in his direction. He’d have to walk right past Vic to get to his homeroom, so Vic watched and waited, curious to see what Holland’s reaction would be.
As he approached Vic knew that Holland knew he was there watching, because he could see the boy hesitate for a second. As he drew level with him he couldn’t resist looking up at Vic and for a second their eyes met. That immeasurable sadness that Vic had seen before in the younger boy’s eyes was still there along with a myriad of other emotions, regret, apology and guilt. That look only lasted a second, and then the other boy flushed red and averted his gaze again, hurrying on. That look banished the last of Vic’s anger, and he sighed and turned away,
"Shit." He muttered.
He was a little startled when Shane’s voice sounded from behind him,
"So he’s back then."
Not needing to ask who "he" was, Vic replied,
"Yep…looks like it."
When Shane didn’t say anything else Vic finally turned to face him, and asked,
"What?"
"Well what are we gonna do?"
Exasperated, and not knowing the answer to that question himself, Vic was relieved when the buzzer sounded for homeroom and he replied,
"Right now we’re going to registration, and then double geography. After that…" Here his voice petered out, and he shrugged.
*
As it happened neither of them had to do anything. It was Holland who came to find them at lunchtime.
Vic was laughing at some lame-ass joke Ronnie had just told when Lem nudged him and said,
"Um…Vic."
Looking up at Lem’s face he followed his gaze, and found a nervous looking Holland standing by their table. It was the first time Vic had gotten a proper, close up look at the other boy, and he looked terrible. His face was pale, drawn, with dark circles under his eyes that indicated he probably wasn’t sleeping well.
"Ah…um…I was…um…wondering if I could talk to you for a minute…If that’s…um ok?" He asked Vic nervously, uming and ahing.
Vic hesitated. Perhaps his dad was right, and it would be best for him, and Holland, if they just stayed away from each other. Hell the kid had caused him nothing but trouble and worry since he’d met him. His life had certainly been a lot easier before that day in the science block toilets. However, a part of him was also curious to hear what the kid had to say so he nodded, and turned to Ronnie and Lem and said,
"Guys can you give us ten minutes?"
Of course they both knew what had been going on for the past two weeks, and Vic noticed they glared at Holland as they wordlessly got up from the table, and strolled towards the canteen exit. Vic knew they both resented that he and Shane had left them out of the loop, and they also missed the more carefree person Vic had been before this whole mess had blown up. He was gonna have to make it up to them somehow. He just wasn’t sure how.
"Here sit down." Shane said, indicating Ronnie’s empty seat next to him.
Holland looked down at the chair as if it was going to leap up and bite him before he made up his mind, and sat down. He stared at an empty individual ketchup portion on the table in front of him for a moment before he began to speak in a quiet voice,
"I’m…I’m really sorry for all the trouble I caused you. I know you were only trying to help and um…Well I wanted you to know that things are much better at home now, and so you ah…you don’t have to worry about me anymore…That is if you were…ah you know, worried or anything."
With that he made a move to stand up, and Vic said,
"Hang on Holland. Now I’m betting that’s all bull-shit."
Finally looking up, and looking from Vic to Shane and back to Vic again, Holland was shaking his head and earnestly said,
"No really things are much better…Since I um…well since that day my dad’s changed. He realises that some of the things he did were a little…well um…maybe not quite right, and he’s changed." A fake, rather lop-sided smile came onto Holland’s face as he continued, "A friend of my dad’s is a psychiatrist and I’m ah…talking some stuff through with him, sorting things out in my head, and I feel a lot better."
Leaning back in his chair Vic stared across the table at the other boy. He watched how Holland’s hands fidgeted, his fingers moving against each other, his gaze slipping away from Vic’s and dropping down to the empty ketchup container again. At least the boy got a little colour to his too pale face as a blush spread across his cheeks, and the intensity of that smile dropped a notch or two. Finally Vic snorted,
"Yeah right." He said sounding derisive. He noticed Holland wince at the tone of his voice, before he continued, "So you try to off yourself and suddenly your dad turns into Mr. Nice Guy huh?"
Vic moved forward, and leant across the table towards the younger boy, and saw him flinch back at his proximity, and at the hard tone his voice now took on when he added,
"Big deal you’ve been out of hospital what…a week? And in all that time your dad hasn’t hit you, or touched you, or…What else Holland huh? What else was it that he did to you? Did he make you jerk him off? Or maybe you had to blow him, or was it even more than that Holland?"
His head jerking up, and looking at him with wide tear-filled eyes Holland said,
"Please…"
Interrupting him Vic said,
"Please…please what Holland? Please don’t tell the truth…Is that it? Yeah so maybe your dad hasn’t done any of that stuff to you for a week. Maybe he hasn’t raped you for a week, but if you think he’s suddenly changed, man you’re either a liar or an idiot."
Holland just stared at him. It was Shane, who muttered,
"Christ Vic."
Breaking Holland’s gaze Vic turned to Shane in annoyance at the disbelieving tone to his voice. A scrap of the chair legs on the polished floor signaled Holland’s escape. Not willing to let this drop Vic stood up too and hissed at Shane,
"Stay here."
He finally caught up with Holland down by the same tree where they’d seen him reading "Elektra" on the day before he’d tried to take his own life.
The boy was crying, and Vic stood back and let him have some space to stop and wipe his eyes. Suddenly ashamed of himself Vic said,
"I’m sorry kid, I shouldn’t have said those things."
His back still towards him Holland shook his head, and in a voice so small and quiet that Vic had to strain to hear him he replied,
"No…no you’re right…You’ve been right all along, but you have to stop now. You have to leave me alone."
"But I want to help Holland, be your friend." Vic told him.
Again shaking his head Holland turned around and looked at him, and said vehemently,
"No…you can’t…you don’t understand. I…I don’t want you to get hurt."
Frowning Vic asked,
"What do you mean?"
"I can’t tell yout mut my dad he’s…he’s more dangerous than you think. He was really mad about the police being involved, and they wouldn’t tell him who’d complained to them. I knew it had to be you and Shane, but I didn’t tell him I swear. And I won’t, no matter what, but…if you keep trying to help me he’ll figure it out, and then…"
Holland didn’t finish his sentence, but Vic could tell he was being sincere, and he felt a chill go down his spine.
"If he’s that dangerous then you should tell the cops." Vic told him.
"You don’t understand, no one would believe me. My dad’s friends with the mayor, the police chief, judges, lawyers. They all belong to the country club, play golf together. All my life I’ve been hearing what a great man he is, how much everyone likes him, how lucky I am to have him as my father. Now everyone thinks I’m nuts since I…since I took those pills."
Vic took a step towards Holland, and tried to sound as sincere as he could when he told him,
"I believe you Holland. I believe you and I want to help you if you’ll only let me."
Hollanditatitated for a moment, and Vic was heartened to realise the boy was thinking about it, finally considering accepting some help, but the moment didn’t last. Shaking his head he finally said to Vic sadly,
"No…I can’t. Thanks, but you should keep away from me. I’m no good, I’ve got bad blood, and I don’t want to drag you down with me when you’ve been so kind to me. So please just let it go…it’s all right."
With that he turned, and walked back towards the school, while Vic gazed at his retreating back, and tried to figure out what to do.
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