Somebody That I Used To Know Chapter 3
It didn't take much to say that Dean didn't trust much people. How could he? All his life he'd been treated like dirt, and thrown away like trash. His life was full of one mishap after another. First born to his former drug-addict mother and his father, a no-good convict in prison. From the start, he naturally had to fight for himself. At times, yes, he felt helpless. His mother had given him a pair of brass knuckles after he had come home from after being robbed off the twenty bucks that she'd had given him to buy her cigarettes, but that wasn't the only thing he had been robbed of that night.
"Dean! Come here for a second!" His mother, Avril, called out as eighteen year old Dean Ambrose walked across the house. He walked into the kitchen, where his mother currently occupied, and leaned against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. Avril was a short woman standing at 5'4 with curly dirty blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. His mother went to her purse and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it over to her only son. "I want you to go to the store and buy a cartain of cigarettes and about two scratch off lottery tickets." She said as Dean took the money. He nodded and strudded out of the house. The door slammed behind him and he immediately regretted not grabbing his jacket. He shivered and stuffed his hands into his pockets, attempting to keep them warm.
Deciding that he didn't want to stay in the cold much longer, Dean cut through one of the alleyways near the General Store. Something just didn't seem right. He quickened his pace and turned the corner, ramming face-first into something hard. He knew it wasn't wall since he very well knew what the feeling of bricks and his face felt like. He took a step back and looked up. Three men stood on the corner.
The man he ran into was the biggest out of all of them. 'Just my luck..' Dean thought. The teenager muttered, "excuse me." and went to go around them. He was stopped by his arm getting caught by a rough, calisted hand. He turned and looked at the man. "Let me go." Dean hissed. The man meerly laughed.
"What'dya have on yuh kid?!" The burly man asked. Dean tried to pull his arm away, but it was no use. The stranger had his arm gripped tightly.
"Nothing." Dean stated. The man laughed and looked at the others. He let go of the dirty blonde and Dean sighed.
"For apparently having nothing on you, you're being really defensive." The voice didn't belong to the man that Dean had been speaking to. The wind blew against Dean's skin and he shivered. Then he smelt it. These men reeked of alcohol. That's what they must be wanting. Money for more booze.
"He's a pretty boy, Trent." The other man said, looking to the ring leader. The man that spoke was not as tall as the leader, Trent. All his blood ran cold as he felt the man's hands run up his thighs and between his legs, groping him. Dean turned and swung, but unforunately he missed. The man laughed. "Fiesty."
Trent grabbed ahold of Dean's shoulders and threw him into the nearest alleyway wall. Dean groaned at the contact. Trent slugged his arm, punching Dean in the face. The dirty blonde instinctly put his arms up to protect himself. Trent adjusted his jeans and leaned down towards the teenager. "You're right, Ben. He's a looker. Well if he doesn't have anything on him.. then we can get something else from him." Trent's breath tickled against Dean's ear. The three men laughed together as Dean jerked away from Trent. "This is going to be fun."
(NOTE- BEFORE YOU GO ON AND IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, THERE IS A BRIEF SCENE OF DESCRIPTIVE RAPE . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)
Trent grabbed a handful of Dean's hair and shoved him roughly against the ground. "Ben. Avan. Hold him." Trent commanded. Dean struggled as Ben and Avan grabbed ahold of his arms and easily pinned his arms above his head. Helplessness set in, yet Dean still fought. He wasn't going to let them do this to him. Trent straddled the teenager's buttocks. Laughing and running his hands from Dean's face, down his sides and over his bottom.
"No!" Dean yelled out, biting at Avan's hand. Avan glared and smacked Dean's cheek. The teenager growled. He wasn't going to give up. He kicked his legs and wiggled in the three men's grasp. Trent grabbed the loops of Dean's jeans and pulled the fabric off of the teenager. "No! Stop it! Ugh! Guhh!"
Trent's hand was once again in his hair. The leader ran his free hand over Dean's naked bottom before slapping the soft skin, bringing a yelp from the dirty blonde. Sighing happily, Trent undid and pulled out his erect cock. He pumped himself before lining himself with Dean's puckered entrance. He slowly pushed it, moaning as Dean's tight heat engulfed his dick. The skin around the dirty blonde's hole broke as his unprepared hole was penatrated, blood already starting to seep from the wounds.
Dean couldn't stop the scream that had erupted from his throat. All the fight that was in him quickly left as the pain filled him. Avan and Ben looked to each other and let go off Dean after feeling the boy go limp. They just watched on as Trent raped the poor teenager.
"Stop..." Dean whispered, his voice becoming harsh from his screams, dirt getting in his mouth from the ground. He didn't understand why no one was coming to help. He wasn't far from the store. Surely they could hear him? Couldn't they? Avan turned his head away in shame as Dean's gaze fell on him. Dean's ocean eyes were filled with pain, self-loathing, and hatred.
Dean cried out, biting his lip to keep the whimpers from coming out of his mouth. He gripped roughly at the dirt on the ground as Trent pulled out and violently thrusted back into his body. The rapist's hold on his hair tightened as he continued to slam his member into the unwilling body of the dirty blonde. "Uhh, fuck.." Trent moaned, bending over Dean's back to whisper into his ear. "Nice, tight hole all for my taking."
"Please... please... stop..." Dean begged. It just seemed to make Trent hornier, since the adult thrusts became roughier. The dirty blonde felt like he was being ripped completely into two. He could feel the trails of blood running between his thighs to the ground. He didn't want to think about it. He let out a loud whimper as Trent came, buried deep inside of him. Trent pushed himself in and out of the small lithe body as he rode out his climax. Once he was done, he got to his feet, tucking himself into his jeans and rezipping them back up.
(END OF THE RAPE SCENE)
He smirked and leaned down, picking up the twenty dollar bill that had fallen out of Dean's pocket it the struggle. He watched as Dean slowly started to struggle to push himself from the ground. "Just should have given us the money." Trent said, simply. He kneeled down once again and Dean flinched away. Fear of what was going to happen. This man had already taken the one thing from him that shouldn't have been taken like this. "See yuh around pretty boy." he hissed into the teenager's ear and turned and left the alley. Ben followed right away and Avan looked at the broken boy with sympathy and a new-found disguist in himself. With that, Avan left the alley, leaving Dean to himself.
Dean placed his hand on his lower back. Pain coursing through every part of his body. He used all his strength and pushed himself off of the ground. He shakily rose his pants back over his privates and turned to leave. Now, moneyless, he had to go home emptyhanded and attempt to tell his mother what happened.
The walk back to his home was long. He limped most of the way, since every single step he took, more hurt would go through his body. He got up to the door and sighed. Here goes nothing. He opened the door and walked into the family room. Avril looked up from her book and stopped dead when she saw the state of her son. "Dean?! What the hell happened?!" She exclaimed, hopping up and making her way to the boy. Dean involuntarily flinched away from her hands. "What happened honey?" Her voice was soft and full of concern. Dean looked away and limped to the couch. He set down and took a deep breath. He retold what had happened on his way and Avril got up. She walked over to the entertainment center and opened up the drawer. She pulled something out that Dean couldn't see since her body was blocking the view. She turned around and handed the object in her hand to him. Brass knuckles. He looked up at her with confusion laced in his eyes. "Don't ever let it happen again... theses brass knuckles are your survival kit." She said simply. Ever since that day, Dean had carried those brass knuckles everywhere he went. He wasn't ever going to let anything like that happen again.
He remembered back to the time that he had told Seth about Trent and that night. The Iowan had taken him into his arms and vowed to protect him from harm coming to him again. Dean wiped that tears out of his eyes from the memory coming to mind. He groaned and turned to back to what he had been doing before. He really didn't have time for his fucking memories to mess with him. A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. He wiped off his hands on a towel that was sitting by him and he walked to the door. It was probably just Saul coming over with Ethan. They were usually here on days when Dean was back from being on the road with WWE.
He smiled at the thought of the innocent neighbor. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it. He flung it open, ready for one of Saul's corky greets, but that sight he saw made smile fall from his face. "Seth.." it came out as a whispered.
Seth stood nervously in the doorway, with his hands tucked into his pockets. His two-toned hair was falling unruly around his face and to his beard. His chocolate eyes locked on Dean. The same eyes that made Dean weak kneed every time he looked into them. "Hey." It was all that Seth out muster. "Dean, just please hear me out." Dean rolled his eyes and went to close the door. Seth caught the door with his hand. "Dean, just... god.. I don't even know how to explain why.."
Tears came back to Dean's eyes as he slapped Seth. Seth took a deep breath before looking back at Dean. Those beautiful blue eyes were rimmed with fat, salty tears. "I deserved that." Seth said. The lunatic fringe turned away from Seth and walked into his house, leaving the door open behind him. Seth took it as an invitiation and walked in. He shut the door behind him and through the hall and into the family room. It was obvious that Silas was in here mere moments ago, based on the fact that his toys were scattered across the room and Scooby Doo: The Legend of The Vampire was playing on the flat screen. He didn't know how he was going to explain himself but he just knew he had to get Dean back.
He looked over as Dean shuffled behind him. "Why, Seth, why?!" He exclaimed. It was now obvious to Seth that Dean had taken Silas to his room so they could talk without interruptions. "Did you even care about us.." Seth was taken back from his words. He did care. He loved Dean and Roman was like his brother. "Did you even love me?" Dean asked, choking on a sob as he forced it out. He had to know.
"Of course I do!" He paused, taking Dean's face in his hands, not caring that Dean was fighting to get away from him. Seth slowly back them into a corner, Dean's back in the corner and Seth pinned him against the wall with his hips. "Dean, I love you. I did it for you.." Seth whispered, leaning in to kiss the lips he'd been dreaming about. His lips lingured over the Ohioan's. "I love you." He whispered again, finally pressing his lips into Dean's.
Immediately Dean melted into the kiss, his eyes slowly slipping shut. He fought with himself, not wanting to submit to the bastard that betrayed him. His instincts were kicking in, his body working on it's own and leaning against the warm body of Seth. He placed his hands over Seth's and curled his fingers into the two-toned haired man's. Seth pulled back and Dean's eyes fluttered open. He moved his thumb and padded away the stray tear that had fallen. "I love you.." muttered Seth.
"How can I not believe you?" Dean questioned, pushing the younger man away. "You say this but do another.. I can't believe you.." Dean whispered. He looked down at the ground. Mentally bitch slapping himself for allowing himself to be kissed by Seth. "Get out." He finally managed to say. He crossed his arms. Glaring at his former Shield member and motioning for the door. "Out. Now." Seth, knowing that if he didn't he'd loose Dean forever, he complied and walked out the door, letting it shut softly behind him. Dean ran his hands through his hair sighed. He slumped against the wall and whispered, "Damnit, Seth.."
Author's Note- They here is chapter 3! Hope you liked. If you were uncomfortable with the scene earlier, I have it valuable to the rest of the story but it was the only scene that would be like that. Bare with me. Thank you all for staying with me for this! xo
