The Boy Next Door, Chapter Four
Title: The Boy Next Door
Author: hotbaguettes69
Chapter: Four
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 2306
Summary: David and Pierre have been next door neighbours for as long as they can remember. They've gone to the same school, even had some classes together, but David barely ever noticed or acknowledged Pierre, until one morning that had the potential to change their lives forever...
Author's note: Short chapter. I know. And no theme song. Sorry...
"MOM WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS ISN'T PIERRE'S FAULT!" David screamed as he was dragged by one arm into the house and his mother took a protective stance in front of him. Pierre was unsure what was going on but judging by how many times she'd screamed at him that "she knows" she had to be talking about David's sexuality. And probably blamed Pierre for it.
She turned suddenly and looked horrified at David. "Not.His.FAULT?!" She said, starting in a whisper and screaming/hissing/spitting the word fault at her son as David backed up, eyes wide with fear.
"HE RAPED YOU DAVID! HE TOOK AWAY YOUR INNOCENCE!" She shouted and Pierre's eyes got wide with shock and he could almost have started crying by the pressure.
"YOU DON'T THINK WHEN HIS MOTHER FOUND OUT SHE WOULD TELL ME?!" She yelled at David and as Pierre heard what the source of the information was, tears did start spilling from his eyes. David was near tears himself and opened his mouth to protest, when before he could, the woman spun viciously to face Pierre. "YOU! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!" She shrieked. And I mean shrieked. Like nails on a chalkboard. "GET OUT OF MY YARD YOU'RE LUCKY I WON'T HAVE YOU ARRESTED!" She continued shrieking when in one motion she slammed the door shut and broke down in loud, angry tears that Pierre could still hear through the door as he staggered backwards and started running.
He didn't know where he was going, but he kept running. He didn't want to go to Jeff or Seb's. What would he tell them? 'Sorry, I'm just crying because David's mom started yelling at me for raping him.'
Yup, that's high up on his list of conversation starters.
So he had no choice really, but to just go home and face the inevitable.
As he climbed the steps leading to his front door, he knew the best thing would be to stop for a minute, take a deep breath, and think about what he's going to say. But with every step he'd taken, he'd just become angrier. He was livid. He was hurt. And he wasn't thinking. He stormed into the house and whirled around the corner into the living room where his mother was reading a book.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" He screamed. The sound echoed through his house. He couldn't remember a time he'd yelled louder, especially at his mom.
She looked up from her book, wide eyed and startled. "Pierre. You do NOT use that tone with me!" She said as if she had no idea what he was talking about. "Now why don't you calm down and tell me what it is that has you so upset?"
Pierre let his mouth fall open and he felt his anger rising, if that was even possible.
For a second he considered speaking calmly to her... but he couldn't even give her that satisfaction. He let every last shred of his anger erupt from him. "I DON'T GIVE TWO FUCKS WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT DAVID OR MY RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM. DO YOU REALIZE THAT I COULD HAVE BEEN FUCKING ARRESTED?! DO YOU REALIZE THAT WE LIVE IN A SMALL TOWN?! DO YOU FUCKING REALIZE THAT YOU'VE JUST FUCKING TOLD PEOPLE THAT YOUR SON IS A FUCKING RAPIST?!" He bellowed. It was only when the word 'rapist' came out louder than the rest that he realized it was even possible for him to yell any louder.
He could tell his mother knew what she did was wrong, but she was determined to stick with playing innocent. She tilted her head to the side.
"Pierre, I think you're being a little dr-" She started Pierre started yelling in her face again, so loud that she couldn't have finished the word if she tried.
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THE WORD DRAMATIC. AH!" Pierre yelled spinning around in a weird half circle throwing his neck back with his hands over his face. He didn't know what to say he was just angry. He finally looked back at her. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HOW SMALL THIS TOWN IS?! WHAT KIND OF PERSON TELLS PEOPLE THEIR SON IS A RAPIST?!" He screamed in her face. "FUCK YOU. I HATE YOU. I'M DONE WITH YOU." He said and honestly, though he knew he should, he didn't feel a single shred of remorse for what he'd said he spun, stormed out the door, and slammed it shut behind him so hard he thought he heard the wooden frame crack. But he didn't stop to look. He didn't stop at all. He just kept going, speed walking angrily as he pounded the screen of his phone in texting Jeff to meet him at Seb's house.
As he stormed up the front steps of his friend's house and burst through the door into an empty living room, he was tempted to slam it shut behind him. But he didn't. After all, this wasn't his house, and it wasn't like Sebastien or his parents had called Pierre a rapist.
Anger was still pouring out of him and honestly he couldn't help himself, he did slam the door as he stormed into Sebastien's room, taking his backpack of his back and throwing it as hard as he could against a wall. He let himself scream on the top of his lungs as he spun and fell back onto Seb's bed.
He just sat there letting tears fall as Seb watched, knowing Pierre well enough not to say anything.
When Jeff came into the room, he had a big smile on his face, no idea that Pierre's world had just come crashing down around him and that the three of them, though Seb and Jeff really had nothing to do with it, were standing in the rubble.
"What's going on?!" Jeff said, looking around between the two, confused.
Pierre finally sat up and looked at them both abruptly with puffy eyes. It was time he spoke up.
"I was just kicked out of David's yard by his screaming, crying mother." He started. His friends' faces mimicked each other. Solemn, cautious, waiting for the punch line and they knew it would be something bad. But even so, Pierre knew there was no way they'd be prepared for what he was about to tell them. He could hardly believe it himself and he'd just lived through it.
"My mom..." He started, and right there on the spot he decided it was time to stop calling her that. That woman was the farthest thing from a 'mom'.
"Carol... she... she told his mother... that I..." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as silent tears slipped from them and opened them again.
"She said I raped him." He said, his bottom lip quivering and brow weakening as he gave way to the tears. Seb was there in an instant with one arm around his friends shoulder as he cried and Pierre could feel the anger radiating from him.
He looked into blank space, then to Jeff, who was still standing at the (now closed) door, with a look of disbelief on his face and tears pouring down his face for his friend.
"You're staying here." Seb suddenly said sternly through the angry shaking. "I'll have my mom drive us over there later to pick up some of your shit. I'm coming with you and she's not saying a word to you. At least for now, you're living here." He said as an angry tear rolled down his cheek. Seb cried, but never out of sadness. Only, and I mean ONLY when he was trying to contain more anger than his body could handle. Pierre took a look around the room. Jeff was now sitting in the computer chair with his head in his hands.
"I love you guys." He said. It was quick, it was abrupt, but it couldn't be more true. They both gave him smiles and nods and hugs and he knew that was their 'me too'.
Pierre's heart was beating at hyper speed as he approached his front door with Sebastien, when he heard fast footsteps, and a small voice.
"Pierre!" David said desperately as he ran across his own yard making his way over to where Pierre was standing with Seb, who had stepped back a few steps. Even from where David was, Pierre could see that he'd been crying... hard. And he hated it, and hated Carol all over again. David got closer but didn't slow his pace and Pierre just took a slow step forward, unsure of what to do next...
When David all in one motion, barely even slowing down, wrapped his arms around Pierre's neck... and kissed him.
Suddenly the world around Pierre was spinning as he melted into David, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and closing his eyes. And he knew things would be okay... because they would make it.
All of the emotions swelling up in Pierre seemed to build up a cocoon surrounding him and David, keeping them safe from the world... when a sharp shriek slashed through it, rattling them to the core.
"DAVID NO!" The woman screamed and they both looked up to see David's mother crumpled on the ground. Before Pierre knew what was happening, he was being dragged by the hand and brought to a stop in front of her, Seb trailing behind.
"I told you..." David said in a voice that was weak, yet somehow still strong. "He didn't rape me mom... I love him..."
Pierre's head snapped towards David, who gave him a sheepish look, and everything inside him knew that he was so in love with this boy.
"I DON'T CARE!" She shrieked then let the next words come out in sobs. "What did I do-who-who wro-hong...." She sobbed into her hands. David backed up a few steps slowly, letting his own tears fall. Pierre could see the broken heart in his eyes and didn't know what to do. He looked to Sebastien, his last hope, and gave him a desperate, pleading look.
Seb looked helpless and he shrugged. "The more the merrier?" He said, unsure of himself, but willing to do anything to help his friend.
Pierre felt relief and appreciation wash over him as he placed two firm hands on David's shoulders and gave him a strong, sure, loving kiss. "We're going to my house." He said as it broke. "You go inside, get the essentials, and I'll meet you back here in ten minutes. You're coming with me to stay at Seb's." He said and before David had a chance to say anything Pierre was walking back towards his own house. Then he stopped and turned back to David.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot..." He said jogging in to close the distance he'd created, and kissing David quick and sweet on the cheek.
"I love you too." He said smiling as he jogged back to gather his things.
Seb's mom wasn't happy when she heard about the promises Seb had made, but when Seb pulled her aside and told her the whole story, she understood. Pierre would sleep in Seb's bed for now, and David on the couch. Pierre didn't like sticking David on the couch but he really had no choice. It's not like it was David that had already slept with Seb countless times growing up, innocent sleepovers of course, but still. To put David in Seb's bed would be weird and it wasn't exactly a big couch. Pierre and David hadn't said much to each other since they arrived, and all three of them were more than ready to crash by the time they got settled in, so Pierre got comfy beside Seb in his bed and was just drifting off to sleep...
"Pie?" Seb asked, waking Pierre up... kind of.
"Yeah?" Pierre asked over his shoulder, he and Seb's backs being to each other.
"Can I talk to you about something?" Seb asked in a shaky voice. There was something about his tone... something that worried Pierre to his core...
Something was wrong.