Secrets | By : kattanon Category: S through Z > The Shield Views: 974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: - I don’t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Secrets Chapter 12.
Vic had spent a troubled weekend trying to figure out what he was gong to do. When he’d returned home from Holland’s house on Fridayningning he’d found Shane sitting in his kitchen, eating a piece of his mom’s apple cake, waiting for him to return, and eager to know what had happened. Vic had told him everything, and was grateful that Shane had bitten his tongue, and didn’t say "I told you so". However, Vic had felt compelled to acknowledge the fact himself,
"You were right Shane the kid won’t tell…God how can he stand it? How can he live with that? I mean Jesus he must know iwronwrong…it’s against the law. If he went to the cops they’d help locklock that piece of shit father of his away."
Shane let him speak, and then said in a quiet voice,
"Yeah, and then what Vic?"
Frowning, not understanding what Shane meant, Vic asked,
"What…what do you mean "and then what?" Then he gets to live a normal life where no one beats him, and he doesn’t have to let his dad…well do that sick shit to him."
Shaking his head Shane replied,
"It’s just not that easy Vic…I know. That’s the only home he’s ever known, the only life he’s ever known probably, and…well whatever that’s still his dad you know. What he’s got might be bad, but at least he knows it…it’s familiar. Cops…social workers…foster care, now that shit’s scary…believe me I’ve thought about it."
Looking over at Shane, and remembering the crap he’d had to put up with, Vic had to admit that if anyone could understand where Holland was coming from it would be Shane,
"I guess…but we can’t just forget about it and do nothing."
"I know," Shane said. "I didn’t say we did Vic, but…we gotta understand that’s all I’m saying…it sounds easy you know "just tell", but it ain’t that easy."
So Vic had spent the weekend trying to come up with some kind of plan to get Holland to see s. N. Now it was Monday morning, and he was shoving his books into his locker, and he was still none the wiser. However, he had rediscovered his determination not to give up on the younger boy.
He turned his head and looked back down towards the main doors, down to where Holland’s locker was. The corridor was a seething mass of teenagers, busy with books and lockers, chatting, laughing, and a few making out. He couldn’t see Holland, but then again people kept getting in his way, and then the buzzer for homeroom sounded and he had to leave. However, he made up his mind to track the boy down at recess, and try to begin to establish some trbetwbetween them. Vic got the impression that Holland didn’t trust other people very much, and all things considered Vic couldn’t really blame him.
*
Vic arrived home from school tired, frustrated and with the beginnings of a monster headache. Him and Shane had looked for Holland at recess, and again at lunch, but with no success. Finally, spotting a girl that they knew was in his homeroom; they asked her if she’d seen him that day. In between her giggling with her friends, she’d told them that he hadn’t shown up for school that day.
Now Vic was worried. What if Holland’s dad had been really pissed at him on Friday, because he’d come home from work and found Vic there? What if he’d hurt the boy? Maybe hurt him so badly he couldn’t come to school. Pulling a soda from the fridge, and wondering if he should get some Aspirin or something for his headache, Vic decided he’d go over to Holland’s after dinner. He wasn’t sure what excuse he’d give if Holland’s dad was there, but he knew he wouldn’t feel at ease until he’d seen the younger boy, and made sure he was all right.
Just then his mom came into the kitchen carrying a bag of groceries,
"Oh hi honey, how was sch&quo"
Vic reached out and took the bag from her placing it on the counter, he replied,
"Fine…you know same as always."
He went to begin unpacking the groceries when his mom put her hand on his arm and stopped him. Surprised he looked up at her face, and frowned slightly when he saw the concerned expression in her eyes,
"What is it mom? Is something wrong?"
His mom seemed to search his face for a momeeforefore she said,
"I ah…I bumped into Mrs. Murray at the supermarket earlier, and ah…we got talking."
Here she paused for a moment as if unsure how to proceed. Vic prompted her,
"Yeah and…?"
"Well you know she’s the secretary for the PTA at your school, she told me they had an emergency meeting there at lunch-time today."
Again his mom paused, and Vic was starting to get an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach,
"So…" He said.
"I wouldn’t really mention it to you sweetheart, but I remembered you saying last week that you knew the boy…"
Interrupting Vic asked,
"What boy?"
"The Wagenbach boy…you said you knew him. Is he a friend?"
Wanting to know where this was heading, and yet seeine sae saddened expression on his mom’s face, dreading knowing too, Vic told her,
"I…don’t know really…I’ve talked to him a few times. Why? What’s happened?"
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