If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(8/?)
Title: If I had it My Way I'd Slit Your Throat with the Knife You Left in My Back(8/?)
Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“He was so, so scared for Tom”
Beta:
Warnings: Non con. sex, kidnap (I suppose), lots of violence and umm... under age sex.
Disclaimer: About as real as me eating prawns (I.e. NO, just no *shakes head*) I do not own any of these boys, the only thing I own is the storyline =] googled yourself? Yeah well it's your own fault then isn't it... Title belongs to Bring Me The Horizon
Dedicatins: To everyone and anyone who had ever had the misfortune to read anything that I have wrote!
Author Notes: Ok so I know I suck, this has taken me forever! Feel free to throw heavy metal things at me. But in my defence I am totally stressing about facking results day (which is soon! 9 days!) meaning that I've been unable to write anything coherent. THEN I found out I have to move out, well to uni, two weeks earlier than the date that I was originally given, I.e. when term starts, cause the accommodation people want to scam me out of two weeks' worth of money (Plus all my loans etc have been fucked up by the student finance people!). This means I won't have all my loans etc to pay and also means I'm stuck there doing nothing for two weeks, 5 miles off campus! I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have lj... so expect many updates at the start of September! =] They say they are going to put on a 'programme' for us, but really, unless it's drinking who is going to want to know?! Anywho I'll shut up now if you're reading this so that you can read the rather shockingly crap chapter that is chapter 8, I am also aware that this author's note may be longer than the actual chapter but to make up for it I'll post chapter 9 straight after =] It's just I couldn't make this longer without spoiling the effect... 'she says'... yeh...
Oli had managed to get himself out of the outhouse and was now sitting on a lump of grass beside a gravel covered road
He still wasn't sure how he'd managed to walk anywhere, but if Tom was in danger...
He'd do anything.
He still had no signal.
And the farm was empty.
He'd gone to check and had almost broken in just so that he could get warm, eat, phone someone, but the place looked like the owners had moved out a long time ago.
Oli was lost, cold, angry and although he didn't want to dwell on it, he was scared too.
Scared for himself, yes, he had lost a lot of blood and was probably going to freeze to death, but more so for Tom. Where was he? What was Ian doing to him? What was Tom thinking, feeling, was he scared too? Did he even know what was going on?
Thousands of questions shot through Oli's head all at once. He was so, so scared for Tom, and the more he thought about it the worse the panic bubble inside of him got. He could even feel his anger diminish as the panic overwhelmed him, and that wasn't good, the anger had helped to numb him, his body, his mind. Now he was thinking too clearly, too focused on Tom and what may or may not be happening to him.
It was getting harder to breathe, despite the air warming slightly as the sun made an appearance. Oli's chest was heaving up and down violently. He tried to choke back tears but failed, only managing to hurt his already destroyed throat. He slowly lowered his head into his hands, careful of his ribs, and sobbed.
This wasn't like him but he just couldn't stop himself. He was still so scared.
He shut his eyes, and then the night's events started to play in his mind.
He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, willing the tears to stop falling, trying to press the images away. He pressed so hard he started to see tiny explosions, anything to help stop his thoughts from flowing, the scenes from playing out. But the sensation made his head spin, made him feel sick, so he stopped.
Oli must have sat there for half an hour before he calmed down.
He pushed his thoughts away, focusing on just getting the hell out of here, then he could find Tom, help Tom.
He still didn't know what to do, he had no idea where he was and even if he did he couldn't exactly call anyone with no signal.
Oli took his phone out again.
Half six.
He should still be pissed or passed out at some random house party now, not in the middle of nowhere worried sick about his brother, wait no, not thinking about Tom, but trying to get home.
Then he could think of Tom.
And then he saw the date below the time and wanted to kick himself.
Curtis.
Now he just needed signal.
That hill looked fucking massive from the bottom.
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Author: blackstar147
Rating: R
Pairing: Tom Sykes/ Ian Watkins (so far)+ Sykecest
POV: 3rd
Summary:“He was so, so scared for Tom”
Beta:
Warnings: Non con. sex, kidnap (I suppose), lots of violence and umm... under age sex.
Disclaimer: About as real as me eating prawns (I.e. NO, just no *shakes head*) I do not own any of these boys, the only thing I own is the storyline =] googled yourself? Yeah well it's your own fault then isn't it... Title belongs to Bring Me The Horizon
Dedicatins: To everyone and anyone who had ever had the misfortune to read anything that I have wrote!
Author Notes: Ok so I know I suck, this has taken me forever! Feel free to throw heavy metal things at me. But in my defence I am totally stressing about facking results day (which is soon! 9 days!) meaning that I've been unable to write anything coherent. THEN I found out I have to move out, well to uni, two weeks earlier than the date that I was originally given, I.e. when term starts, cause the accommodation people want to scam me out of two weeks' worth of money (Plus all my loans etc have been fucked up by the student finance people!). This means I won't have all my loans etc to pay and also means I'm stuck there doing nothing for two weeks, 5 miles off campus! I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have lj... so expect many updates at the start of September! =] They say they are going to put on a 'programme' for us, but really, unless it's drinking who is going to want to know?! Anywho I'll shut up now if you're reading this so that you can read the rather shockingly crap chapter that is chapter 8, I am also aware that this author's note may be longer than the actual chapter but to make up for it I'll post chapter 9 straight after =] It's just I couldn't make this longer without spoiling the effect... 'she says'... yeh...
Oli had managed to get himself out of the outhouse and was now sitting on a lump of grass beside a gravel covered road
He still wasn't sure how he'd managed to walk anywhere, but if Tom was in danger...
He'd do anything.
He still had no signal.
And the farm was empty.
He'd gone to check and had almost broken in just so that he could get warm, eat, phone someone, but the place looked like the owners had moved out a long time ago.
Oli was lost, cold, angry and although he didn't want to dwell on it, he was scared too.
Scared for himself, yes, he had lost a lot of blood and was probably going to freeze to death, but more so for Tom. Where was he? What was Ian doing to him? What was Tom thinking, feeling, was he scared too? Did he even know what was going on?
Thousands of questions shot through Oli's head all at once. He was so, so scared for Tom, and the more he thought about it the worse the panic bubble inside of him got. He could even feel his anger diminish as the panic overwhelmed him, and that wasn't good, the anger had helped to numb him, his body, his mind. Now he was thinking too clearly, too focused on Tom and what may or may not be happening to him.
It was getting harder to breathe, despite the air warming slightly as the sun made an appearance. Oli's chest was heaving up and down violently. He tried to choke back tears but failed, only managing to hurt his already destroyed throat. He slowly lowered his head into his hands, careful of his ribs, and sobbed.
This wasn't like him but he just couldn't stop himself. He was still so scared.
He shut his eyes, and then the night's events started to play in his mind.
He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, willing the tears to stop falling, trying to press the images away. He pressed so hard he started to see tiny explosions, anything to help stop his thoughts from flowing, the scenes from playing out. But the sensation made his head spin, made him feel sick, so he stopped.
Oli must have sat there for half an hour before he calmed down.
He pushed his thoughts away, focusing on just getting the hell out of here, then he could find Tom, help Tom.
He still didn't know what to do, he had no idea where he was and even if he did he couldn't exactly call anyone with no signal.
Oli took his phone out again.
Half six.
He should still be pissed or passed out at some random house party now, not in the middle of nowhere worried sick about his brother, wait no, not thinking about Tom, but trying to get home.
Then he could think of Tom.
And then he saw the date below the time and wanted to kick himself.
Curtis.
Now he just needed signal.
That hill looked fucking massive from the bottom.
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