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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 6.
As a rule Holland quite liked Friday�s. The morning was made up of English Literature and History, while in the afternoon there was Biology and the only mar on the day, Gym. However, the very best thing about Friday�s was the fact that he got to have his lunch in peace. On Friday�s Jackson and his gang got to spend their lunchtime at the Literary Workshop. In other words they got to read books with plot-lines like "See Spot Run", and he got to relax, and eat his lunch in the sunshine without having to look over his shoulder all the time. So he settled down in the shade of a tree, away from most other people, to enjoy a little peace and quiet. Reaching into his backpack he pulled out a book and began to read, soon losing himself in its expansive language, and intriguing plot twists.
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Vic and Shane had explained to Curtis and Ronnie that they had a little business to take care of, and they�d meet them later. They had both been curious, but excepted what they�d been told, and had gone off to the canteen to get some lunch. In the meantime Vic and Shane began to scour the school grounds looking for Holland.
It didn�t take them too long to spot him sitting off by himself, his back against a tree, his nose in a book.
"Geek." Vic heard Shane mutter.
Smiling at him he said,
"Come on Shane let�s get this over with�see what the kid�s got to say for himself."
So they made their way slowly towards the younger boy.
He didn�t seem to notice them approaching. He had a half-eaten apple in one hand, apparently forgotten now that he was so caught up in his book. Vic squinted to see the title, wondering what was so fascinating, "Elektra" by Sophocles. He half smiled to himself as he thought, "Yep a geek alright."
In fact, the boy was so engrossed in his reading that he was totallawaraware of their presence until they both sat down beside him, one on either side.
He started, dropping his book and half-eaten apple, and looked from one to the other of them with wary, slightly afraid eyes.
"Hi kid how�s it going?" Vic asked.
Frowning a little, and looking suspicious, Holland recovered enough to reply in a quiet voice,
"Fine thanks."
As he leant forward to retrieve his fallen book, Vic didn�t miss the quickly suppressed wince of pain that formed on his face. He glanced at Shane over the top of the kid�s head, and when Shane nodded his understanding to him, he knew that he�d seen it too.
"Your face is looking better." Vic said casually.
Pushing his book into his bag Holland didn�t look up at him as he mumbled,
"Thanks."
"How�d you say that happened again?" Vic asked him.
"I fell." Holland replied sounding more uncomfortable by the second.
"Hit it on a table, that�s right. That was a lie wasn�t it Holland."
Flustered the boy finally looked up at him,
"No...no it�s what happened. Look what do you want�can�t you just leave me alone."
"I want to help." Vic told him, trying to sound as sincere as he could. "We both do. Look Holland I know something�s going on�at home maybe. If someone�s hitting you�well you should tell someone."
Vic watched as all the colour drained from the boy�s face. All the colour except for the old bruise which now stood out even more starkly on his cheek. Shaking his head, his voice sounding slightly panicked, Holland said,
"I don�t know what you�re talking about. I don�t need any help�I�m fine�everything�s fine. I have to go now anyway."
As he reached for his backpack Vic�s hand grabbed onto his right arm, and pulled back his sleeve to the elbow. As he touched him he�d felt the boy�s body stiffen with surprise, and a little shocked gasp escaped from his mouth. He seemed to freeze for a moment, and Vic looked down at his arm. Jesus, there were finger marks all over it. The finger shaped bruises stood out starkly against the pale flesh. They not only circled his wrist, but all the way up his forearm towards his elbow. They spoke mutely of restraint and struggle. Some were yellow and faded with age; others were much darker, much fresher.
"Let me go�don�t touch me!" Holland began to plead with him, trying to pull his arm away.
Repulsed by the thought that if he continued to hold onto Holland�s arm, that he would add bruises of his own to the one�s already there, Vic immediately let the struggling boy�s arm go. However, because Holland had been struggling with increasing desperation to get free, as Vic let him go he pulled back, and over-balanced, banging his back on the tree behind him. Vic saw Holland�s frightened face twist in pain, and he couldn�t stop himself from crying out. Glancing across at Shane he nodded, and as Holland moved forward again trying to get his feet under him to escape, Shane reached out, and pulled his sweater up at the back. When he saw what lay underneath he said,
"Oh fuck kid."
Alarmed by the shocked sound of Shane�s voice, Vic quickly leaned around to look at Holland�s back before he squirmed away, and escaped.
He caught a glimpse of bruising and a criss-cross of angry looking, red welts. The sight made him feel nauseous, and stunned him for a moment. Looking at Shane�s pale, shocked face he knew he wasn�t the only one who felt sick at what he�d seen.
Meanwhile Holland had taken the opportunity to grab his backpack, and scramble away from them. He was on his feet backing rapidly away from them both. He held his hands out in front of himself in a defensive gesture. His face was bloodless; his eyes wide, terrified and swimming in unshed tears.
"Keep away from me�don�t touch me�don�t come anywhere near me!"
Recovering himself somewhat Vic tried to reason with the frightened boy,
"Jesus Holland you have to tell someone�that�s�that�s not right."
"You don�t know�you don�t know anything�stay away from me!"
With that Holland turned on his heel and fled. Leaving Vic feeling sick to his stomach, and Shane, for one of the few times in his life, speechless.
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