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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 9.
The younger boy was squeezed into a corner on the other side of the room. His knees pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs. He was staring at them with wide, shocked eyes, but Vic wasn�t sure he was actually seeing any of them. His lips were moving, he seemed to be saying something over and over again, but Vic was too far away to hear what it was.
Vic turned towards Shane, and he held out his hand,
"Give me the sneaker."
Shane turned and looked across at the traumatized boy, and handed Vic the shoe without saying a word.
"Look after that piece of shit." Vic told him, indicating Jackson.
"My pleasure." Shane grimly replied.
As Shane moved to stand by Jackson, Jackson stopped sniveling and looked up at him saying,
"Please Vendrell."
"Shut up dick-head." Shane snapped, and punctuated his order with a sharp kick to Jackson�s crotch.
Vic couldn�t help being pleased with Shane�s reaction, and feeling a little thrill of satisfaction at the yelp of pain that came from Jackson when his kick found it�s target. However, the slight smile on his face faded as he turned back to the boy scrunched up in the corner.
He walked slowly over to him, careful not to spook him, as he reminded Vic a little of a frightened, trapped animal. He remembered that Holland had looked like that before, just a few days ago in that bathroom, when he�d met him for the first time. Vic hadn�t liked that image then, and he didn�t like it now. Stopping in front of Holland Vic crouched down, and strained to hear what he was whispering to himself over and over again, like a softly spoken litany.
"�it�s true�it�s true�it�s true�it�s true�"
"What�what�s true kid?" Vic asked softly, he reached out one hand to pat the boy�s knee, but thought better of it, and pulled his hand back.
Startled, obviously so caught up in his own mind that he hadn�t noticed Vic�s approach, Holland jumped at the sound of Vic�s voice. He quickly looked up with huge, sad eyes, and flinched back a little from Vic�s proximity to him. His voice sounding empty and shocked he replied,
"What he�s always told me�it�s true."
Confused Vic asked again,
"Yeah�but what�s true?"
"I give out signals�I lead him on�it must be true else why would Jackson try to make me do�do that�why would he touch me as well?"
His confusion growing Vic gently said,
"Whoa kid you�ve lost me. Who said that�what signals?" Then an awful truth began to dawn on him, "What do you mean touching you�who�s been touching you?"
However, Vic wasn�t sure Holland even heard him as he continued in his flat, stunned tone of voice,
"I am just like her�a slut just like her�it�s true�it really is all my fault he does those things to me."
Vic didn�t like the picture that was beginning to emerge here. He�d already figured out that Holland�s homelife was pretty shitty. He�d known he was being knocked around. Although he�d been shocked to realize to what extent he was being hit when he�d seen his back earlier, but the boy�s stunned words were painting an even darker picture of his homelife than even Vic had imagined. Vic was putting two and two together and not liking the answer he as getting.
"What things Holland�and who does them�your dad?" Vic asked him.
His question seemed to shock the other boy out of his daze, and he blinked across at Vic several times before his cheeks flushed red with shame, and he dropped his gaze. He was silent for a moment, and Vic was about to repeat his question when Holland asked,
"Can I have my sneaker back please?"
"What�oh sure kid." Vic said, handing over the sneaker he�d forgotten he was holding.
The boy slipped it on, and then flushing even redder, he quickly buttoned and zipped up his trousers.
"Thank you�thanks for helping me." He quietly said, still not looking up.
"That�s ok, and don�t worry we�ll make sure Jackson doesn�t bother you again." Then considering the possibility Holland might want to make this official he said, "Or me and Shane will back you up if you want to go to Principle Burton."
Holland shook his head, his hair flopping down into his eyes at the movement, and he absently reached up one hand to push it back. As he did so his sleeve fell back, and Vic once more saw the bruises around his wrist. Only now they took on a new, and even more sinister significance than they had before.
"Wouldn�t you get into trouble for hitting him?" Holland asked Vic.
Shrugging Vic replied,
"Yeah I guess, but�wells ups up to you."
Once more shaking his head Holland said,
"No�it�s ok, just�just as long as he doesn�t�well you know."
"Oh don�t worry he won�t come within ten feet of you again. I can guarantee that." Vic told him, trying his best to sound reassuring.
Nodding Holland surprised Vic by suddenly standing up,
"Thanks but I need to go�I�I need to get out of here."
He took a couple of steps, and went to move past Vic. Without thinking, just reacting, Vic reached out and grabbed Holland�s arm while saying,
"Hey wait a minute we need to talk."
The reaction was immediate, and even more acute than it had been previously at the tree. Holland jumped back, pulling his arm from Vic�s grasp, fear on his face once more,
"Don�t touch me�just don�t touch me."
He was backing away from Vic towards the door. Vic held out both hands in a placating gesture, as he hurriedly said,
"I�m sorry kid�I didn�t mean to, but we need to talk�you have to tell someone about your dad."
Still slowly backing away Holland frowned, replying,
"There�s nothing to tell."
A flash of annoyance entered his voice, at the boy�s obstinate refusal to admit anything as wrong when it so blatantly was, and Vic snapped,
"Like hell there isn�t. He�s hitting you�beating you isn�t he. What else is he doing to you Holland? Why does he tell you that you give out signals�lead him on? Why does he touch you?"
Shaking his head Holland replied,
"It�s none of your business." Then sounding desperate and anguished he added, "Besides it�s a secret."
Vic shook his head, and said firmly,
"Not anymore�it�s not a secret anymore, I know."
He took a step towards Holland, but the boy turned on his heel, and fled from him for the second time that day.
Shane had been silently watching, and listening to what the boy said, and had moved forward to try and catch the fleeing boy, but Holland had moved too fast for him.
Vic walked over to him, and Shane was searching his face, trying to gauge his mood,
"Little shit can move fast when he wants, huh?" He said to Vic.
Vic looked at him, and blew out a frustrated breath,
"Yeah he sure can." He agreed.
Moving closer Shane lowered his voice, and said,
"Do you really think his dad does stuff to him? You know stuff like that." With this Shane indicated, with his foot, the still sniveling Jackson who was curled up on the floor.
Nodding sadly Vic said,
"Yeah�yeah I do Shane."
"Shit," Shane said, "What a sick fuck." Then he surprised Vic a little by asking. "What are we gonna do about it?"
"Well," Vic said thinking; "you were right before. If we do go to Burton, or anyone else, Holland will just deny everything. We have to persuade him to get some help himself."
"Yeah�that makes sense," Shane said. "But how Vic?"
Glancing down at the floor Vic smiled slightly when he saw Holland�s backpack, which he�d dropped when he�d attacked Jackson,
"I guess I�ll have to try and talk some sense into him when I return that later." He said, indicating the bag to Shane.
Shane smiled, but asked,
"And if he still refuses?"
Vic shrugged as he replied determinedly,
"Well I�ll keep on at him until he sees sense. But first we�ve got a little business to take care of here." With that he turned towards Jackson and said, "Me and Paul are going to have a little chat."
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