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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 7.
Holland ran he didn�t know where he was going, just that he had to get away. He had to distance himself from Mackey and Vendrell. He had to distance himsfromfrom their shocked voices, and their pitying looks. Oh God, the terrifying knowledge welled up inside him � they know. Part of the secret had been discovered. He felt sick; the tears that were rolling down his face as he ran increased, blinding him. He felt his whole world spinning away from him. His carefully constructed façade was crumbling, and there was nothing he could do, he had no control. He had always known that if the secret escaped it would be the end of the world, and he�d been right. What was he going to do?
He stumbled, nearly falling, and panting he stopped and looked around himself not sure for a second where he was. Then he realised he was by the old swimming pool. It was out-of-bounds down here, no one was supposed to be here because the building was pretty dilapidated. However, that suited Holland just fine, he couldn�t face anyone at the moment anyway. He had to think. What were Vic Mackey and Shane Vendrell going to do? Would they tell? If they did he�d have to think of something, some lie to explain away the marks on his body. He closed his eyes and willed the tears to stop, he had to figure something out. God, what was his father going to say, what was he going to do if he found out that Holland had been so careless? Holland shuddered, and had to clamp his lips together to prevent the whimper that rose up in his throat at that thought from escaping. For as long as he could remember his father had always warned him that there would be serious consequences for him if any one ever found out what went on inside their home.
He was so absorbed in his panicked thoughts that he dropped his backpack, and jumped when a rough hand grabbed his arm, and a sneering voice snarled,
"Well, well, well, look what I�ve found."
Pulled around, and shoved up against the brick wall behind him, Holland cried out at the pain that flared in his already abused back. Looking up he came face to face with Paul Jackson. Jackson smiled coldly at him,
"Bet you�re surprised to see me huh? Thought I was out of the way at that stupid, fucking workshop. Well I gave it a miss this week especially for you. Remember what I told you the other day by the lockers�you and me need to spend some quality time alone together."
Holland shrank back from Jackson, just as he had that day at those words, and more especially at the look in Jackson�s eyes when he said them. Holland knew that look; he knew what it signified. He�d seen that exact same look in his father�s eyes more times than he could remember. It was a cold, calculating hunger, and it terrified him. Shaking his head Holland tried to pull away from the older boy, but Jackson was bigger and stronger, and he merely laughed at his efforts. Reaching out Jackson grabbed hold of Holland�s other arm, and using his body he pushed up against him and pinned Holland back against the wall.
Holland could feel his heart banging against his rib cage, and he fought and squirmed trying to get loose. Jackson pushed his pelvis forward with a grin, and Holland suddenly stilled when he felt the other boy�s obvious enjoyment of his struggles being obscenely thrust, and rubbed against his hip. Holland�s eyes widened, and he turned his face to one side as Jackson leant forward, and whispered in his ear,
"Let�s go inside�it�s nice and quiet in there�no one to disturb us. We�ll have all afternoon to get to know each other better."
He let go of one of Holland�s arms and began to drag him towards a nearby side entrance to the empty building. Fear escalating inside him Holland began to struggle in earnest, and finally found his voice,
"No�no�let me go�please�I�ll tell�if you don�t let me go I�ll tell."
Jackson laughed, and reached out to open the door,
"Oh I don�t think you will Holland�I don�t think you�ll tell anyone anything."
Then he pulled, and shoved the terrified younger boy into the building.
*
Vic and Shane were too shocked to move at first.
"Fuck�oh fuck�Christ Vic did you see his back?" Shane finally stuttered out.
"Yeah." Vic confirmed. "Jesus Shane who�d you think would do that to him? Do you think his dad�?"
"I don�t know man�yeah probably. Fuck you were right." At Vic�s puzzled look Shane elaborated, "It�s more than just a slap every now and then."
Determined that something had to be done Vic climbed to his feet,
"Come on let�s find him�try and sort something out." He said to Shane.
Also getting to his feet Shane asked his friend,
"Sort what out? Come on Vic this is way beyond us, and you know it. What are we gonna do? Go to the principle�s office, and tell Mrs. Burton that we think Holland�s dad is beating the crap outta him."
"If I have to." Vic said.
Shane blew out a sharp breath, shaking his head,
"Like she�d believe us, and if she asked Holland what do you think he�ll say, huh? You heard him Vic he denied everything. He doesn�t want our help, and if we go to Burton he�ll just tell her we�re lying."
Vic knew that Shane was right, but he also knew it just wasn�t in him to forget about it, and walk away either. Vic wasn�t a saint. He broke the rules, and got up to plenty of shit that would get him grounded until he was twenty-one if his parents ever found out, but he wasn�t a bully. He hated people like Paul Jackson, and his little gang, picking on those who were smaller, and weaker than they were. He hated people like Holland�s father obviously was, like to some extent, Shane�s mom�s latest boyfriend was. Vic could be tough, and he�d gotten into his fair share of fights, he didn�t suffer fools gladly, but he also had a side to him that wanted to protect those he saw as weaker than him, as innocent. From the first moment he�d seen Holland Wagenbach staring up at him, while trying to staunch his nosebleed with some already bloody and sodden toilet tissue that protective side to Vic�s nature had been unleashed. So although he didn�t have a clue how he was going to help the younger boy, he just knew he had to try and do something.
So turning from Shane, and beginning to move in the direction Holland had taken, he said,
"Well somebody has to do something about it, and it looks like for now that�s us."
Jogging to catch him up, Shane asked,
"And if he tells us to get lost again?"
Vic grinned at Shane, although there was no warmth or amusement behind the gesture,
"Well we�ll just have to change his mind, won�t we."
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