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Over the Hills and Far Away	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2103 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A month passed and in that time, things continued to improve for Tom. His local GP removed his cast and aside from needing a few physiotherapy sessions, he had no further problems with his wrist. The wounds on his stomach, chest and legs took longer to heal but eventually, Doctor Heath removed the sutures and gave him a clean bill of physical health. Tom was still extremely self-conscious about his scars but Dennis made a point of constantly showing him that they did not bother him. Whenever they were relaxing together watching TV, Dennis would lie on the couch with Tom in his arms and he would gently caress the raised wounds. It was his way of showing Hanson that he loved him unconditionally, scars and all and he hoped that in time, Tom would become less concerned about his appearance.
Dennis also noticed an improvement in Tom’s mental health. Since working at the shelter, he was less prone to outbursts and his mood was more stable. He continued to see Doctor Campbell twice a week and Dennis was forever grateful to Timothy Heath for finding Tom such a brilliant therapist. During quiet times when he was alone, Booker often wondered how different Hanson’s life would have been if he had received the proper care when he first came home from El Salvador. He still felt guilty for shipping Tom off to Glenfield without first researching the facility. Even though he and Tom spent hours discussing their pasts, they never spoke about the last three and a half years. Dennis wished that Tom would open up to him about his experiences but he knew he only had himself to blame. The last time Tom had tried to confide in him, he had stormed out of the room, the consequence being the end of their relationship. He was glad that Tom had Doctor Campbell to talk to but he could not help feeling jealous that there would always be a part of Tom’s life that he knew nothing about.
Since their second date, Dennis had worried about how little time it had taken for them to fall into each other’s arms and find their sexual release through the pleasure of intimate touching. It was important to him that their relationship not be just about sex and so he made the decision to once again contain his sexual desires and concentrate on getting to know Tom emotionally. They continued to have a twice weekly date night and Booker purposely chose outings and events where they were not alone and therefore there was no temptation. They spent many hours dining in cafés and walking along the white sandy beaches of Southern California and if Tom was surprised by Dennis’ apparent lack of libido, he did not mention it.
Arriving at the boarding house, Dennis took the time to speak to the Turners before walking upstairs to Tom’s apartment. They had a dinner reservation at seven and he was looking forward to what would be their ninth date. Knocking on the door, he checked his watch and waited for Tom to answer. When a minute passed, he knocked again, this time rapping his knuckles loudly against the wooden paneling. “Hey Tommy it’s me,” he called out. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”
When his remark was met with silence, a deep frown creased his brow and he reached out and tried the door handle. Turning the knob, he warily pushed open the unlocked door. “Tom?” he inquired. Stepping inside, he saw Hanson sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. Panic immediately filled Dennis’ heart and he ran across the room. Dropping to his knees, he pulled Tom’s hands from his face. “Tommy what is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice rising in alarm.
Hanson turned his pale face towards Booker. “They’ve found him,” he whispered, his body beginning to tremble.
Sitting back on his heels, Dennis’ brow furrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand. Who’s been found?” he asked quietly.
“HIM!” Tom screamed hysterically as tears streamed down his face. “Nathaniel Smith! The police just rang and said they’d brought him in for questioning! Oh God Dennis, I can’t! I can’t deal with this… not now! Not now that everything is so good! Why can’t they just forget it ever happened? Why won’t they leave me alone?!”
“Jesus,” Booker muttered, his heart hammering in his chest. Getting to his feet, he sat down next to Tom and placed a reassuring arm around his trembling shoulders. “Tell me what they said.”
Sniffing loudly, Tom swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. “The police are coming over,” he muttered, his eyes staring blankly at the floor. “They want me to photo ID him and if I pick him out, then they’ll start their interrogation.” Lifting his head, Tom looked at Dennis with fear in his eyes. “If it goes to trial, everyone will know,” he whispered. “Everyone will know what I let him do to me. Everyone will know I was a whore.”
“Oh Tommy,” Booker murmured, pulling his lover against his chest. “No-one’s going to judge you. What he did to you wasn’t your fault and you sure as hell didn’t deserve to be tortured. The man’s psychotic, he needs to be locked up.”
Tom pulled himself free from Booker’s arms and jumped to his feet. “OF COURSE THEY’RE GOING TO JUDGE ME!” he screamed into Dennis’ face. “I went to that hotel room willingly! He told me there’d be blood! He told me I would scream! And I still fucking WENT!”
Dennis felt his stomach churn and his face visibly paled. “What?” he whispered, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Seeing the look of horror and disgust on his lover’s face, Tom collapsed onto the couch and burst into a fresh flood of tears. “Oh God!” he sobbed uncontrollably. “What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why did I go with him? Why did I want him to hurt me?!”
Too shocked to move, Dennis sat silently staring at Tom. He felt incapable of offering comfort, he was too stunned by Hanson’s revelation that he knew that Smith was going to hurt him. He doubted that Tom knew how extensive the torture would be but he had started out as a willing participant. Booker felt hot bile rising in his throat and he quickly swallowed it down. When he had found out that Tom had gone back into prostitution, it had shaken him. But to now know that he deliberately sought out violent men so he could be abused shocked him to the very core of his being. Even though he knew Tom suffered from psychological problems, he had not realized the extent of his internal torment. It sickened him to think that Hanson thought so little of himself that he would allow himself to be tortured. Dennis now realized that the man he thought he was getting to know was just a fantasy within his own mind.
A loud knock brought Dennis out of his daze. When Tom remained seated with his face buried in his hands, Booker stood up and answered the door. Abe Turner stood in the hallway wearing a worried expression. “Dennis, the police are here. They want to speak to Tom.”
Dennis gazed back at Hanson before returning his attention to the elderly man. “It’s okay Abe, send them up,” he said quietly, not willing to give any further explanation. He waited in the doorway until the two detectives who had originally visited Tom in the hospital walked up the staircase. Before he allowed them entry into the apartment, he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door. “You need to be careful,” he warned. “He’s on the brink of a breakdown. This has really rattled him.”
Detective Johnson placed a hand on Dennis shoulder. “Don’t worry Mr. Booker, we’ve done this many times before. We understand the need to be sensitive to the victim.”
The words the victim swam around in Dennis’ mind. Was Tom really a victim or was he just a masochist who got off on feeling pain? Dennis felt confused by the various diagnoses that Tom had received over the years and he no longer knew what to believe.
Opening the door, Booker watched as the detectives entered the apartment and sat down next to Tom. He did not follow them inside, instead, he paced up and down the hallway. He needed time alone to regain his composure and think about what Tom’s confession really meant. It was not lost on him that he had once again reacted badly when confronted by another of Hanson’s admissions and he knew that this time, it was essential that he take the time to process the information.
He needed to think long and hard before making any decisions about his and Tom’s future together.
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The detectives reemerged twenty minutes later looking relieved. They spoke briefly to Dennis, telling him that Tom had identified Smith’s photograph and that they now had a case. As he watched the two men descend the staircase, Booker clenched and unclenched his fists. Nathaniel Smith deserved to be in prison but at what cost to Tom? It troubled him at how quickly Hanson had fallen apart after hearing the news. But the situation was out of his hands, all he could do now was be there for Tom, even if it was only as a friend.
Placing his hand on the doorknob, Dennis paused for a moment before opening the door. Tom was standing at the window, staring down at the street below. Hearing Booker enter the apartment, he turned around and stared at his lover impassively. “I thought you’d left,” he mumbled.
Sighing heavily, Dennis closed the door. “No Tom, I’m not the one who’s always leaving,” he replied in an irritated voice. Moving over to the couch, he sat down and gave Tom a resolute look. “I think we need to talk.”
“About what?” Tom asked impatiently. He walked over to the couch and stood over Booker. “Do you want to hear all the juicy details? Is that it? Or maybe you want to tell me that I’m a freak and you don’t want to be with me anymore. Either way, it doesn’t matter ‘cause the way I’m feeling right now, I don’t give a FUCK what you have to say.”
Dennis stood up so he could look Tom directly in the eye. “God Tom, what the fuck is your problem?” he shouted. “Why do you keep attacking me when I’m the only person who’s stood by you? I’m fucking sick of it!”
Tom grabbed hold of the front of Dennis’ shirt. “BECAUSE I SAW THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE!” he screamed, spittle flying from his lips. “YOU THINK I’M A FUCKING FREAK!”
Taking hold of Tom’s wrists, Dennis yanked his hands away. “I’m warning you Tom,” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing dangerously. “If you lay your hands on me again, you’ll be sorry.”
“Don’t you threaten me you son-of-a-bitch,” Tom replied angrily and he shoved Dennis forcibly in the chest.
Without warning, Dennis swung back his arm and punched Tom in the face, knocking him to the floor. Hanson was back on his feet within seconds and with a yell, he launched himself at his attacker. Dennis’ body crashed against the door and he doubled over as Tom’s fist slammed into his stomach. Grabbing hold of Hanson’s shoulders, Booker threw him to the floor. When Tom tried to scramble to his feet, Dennis sent a stinging blow to his face, knocking him back to the ground. Before Hanson could gather his wits, Booker straddled his body and pinned his arms above his head.
“GET OFF ME!” Tom screeched, his body twisting frantically beneath Dennis’ legs.
“Not until you calm down,” Dennis panted as he tried to keep Tom from breaking free.
“FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARD!” Tom screamed as he strained against Dennis’ firm hold. Realizing that he could not escape, he lifted his head and spat directly into Dennis’ face.
Blind rage completely consumed Dennis and releasing Tom’s wrist, he smashed his fist repeatedly into his lover’s face. Blood flew from Hanson’s nose and mouth but Booker continued his relentless assault. After several minutes, his arm eventually slowed as his anger faded and panting heavily, he gazed down at Tom’s battered and bloodied face.
It was then that he realized that Hanson was no longer moving.
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