Untold Secrets 2:Ending
Someone is hurting Yamato very badly. Yet Yamato is afraid to reveal his tormentor. Can he manage to speak that one name before it costs him his life?
Digimon - NC-17 - English - Suspense/Angst - Review: 64 - Chapters: 2 - Words: 9603 - Updated: 07-06-01 - Published: 06-25-01
first part
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine.
Author’s Notes: Allright, here it is! The ending to Untold Secrets! Aren’t you all glad that I put it up? And I just want to thank everyone who reviewed and gave their guesses on Yama’s abuser. I have to say, I was surprised at the variety of guesses I got. Dr. Kaos, Ken, Takeru, Iori, Koushiro, Mr. Ishida, Agumon, and Tai of course. Well, anyways, read on to find out the true identity, and I hope everyone enjoys! Read and review, please! Thanks!
~switch p.o.v.~ *three weeks and two days later* Ending One
"Are you sure you're gonna be allright here?" I ask Matt, trying to keep the concern in my eyes hidden. "You'll call me if anything happens or if he comes to visit you again?"
He nods, not looking at me, his eyes intently studying the frayed edges of his blanket instead, and this worries me. I don't know if I can trust my son. He lied to me once before about him coming to visit. But it'll have to do. Short of staying home all day, which I can't afford to do, there's nothing I could do that would help keep Matt safe. I'd already stayed home with Matt the first week he was out of the hospital, and it had cost me a lot financially.
"Allright then Matt, I'm trusting you to tell me if something happens today. I'll try to be home by six, although considering the amount of work I missed I may have to stay later. Call me if you need anything. Bye." I wave a little, then leave, my ears barely catching his muttered 'See ya' before I'm out the door.
At the station, I can hardly concentrate on what I'm doing all day. Instead, my mind keeps wandering over to Matt. Will I come home only to find him lying on the floor unconscious and suffering again? Or worse, will I find him lying in a pool of his own blood, dead? Oh Kami-sama, I certainly hope not.
Jesus Matt, don't you realize how much this is tearing me up inside?
~switch p.o.v.~
"Are you sure you're gonna be allright here? You'll call me if anything happens or if he comes to visit you again?" Dad asks me.
I nod, but the truth is, I'm not sure. I have no idea whether he'll show up or not. All I can do is hope.
Dad looks as if he doesn't believe me, but he still says, " Allright then Matt, I'm trusting you to tell me if something happens today. I'll try to be home by six, although considering the amount of work I missed I may have to stay later. Call me if you need anything. Bye."
"See ya," I reply quietly as he heads out the door.
When he is gone, I sigh in relief and jump up out of my makeshift bed on the couch. The sudden movement hurts the partially healed wounds in my back, and I cry out a little in pain. However, I make my way into the kitchen and grab a chair from the table, shoving the back of it under the doorknob to the backdoor. Then I snatch another chair and drag it to the living room, doing likewise to the front door.
Yet I still don't feel safe. I really doubt a few chairs will keep him out. Hell, maybe Dad's right. Maybe I should say his name. I mean, when you resort to chairs for protection, not to mention you've already chain locked and double locked your doors, and still don't feel safe, you know it's time you escape from hell.
Halfway satisfied of my security now, I head into the kitchen to get something to eat. After several minutes of staring moodily into our nearly empty cabinets, I finally settle on a bowl of dry cereal.
The taste isn't exactly the most appealing thing in the world, but at least it fills me up. When I finish stuffing my face, I wander back into the living room. Bored, I flip on the TV and began to channel surf, looking for anything good on. I end up stopping on some movie that looks as boring as I was feeling, but there was nothing else on.
Twenty minutes later, I had just about given up on the movie -my mind kept wandering to much- when I heard, quite distinctly, a knob being turned in the kitchen.
My eyes widen and my breath comes in short, shallow gasps. It's him! Suddenly blinded by fear and panic, I drop the remote, boredom totally forgotten, and steal into the kitchen as quietly as I can. Luckily the chair and the chains were holding up quite well. He couldn't get in. Keeping completely silent, I crept out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the farthest room from the kitchen and living room -my dad's room. Shutting the door behind me, I slowly turn the lock. The 'click' it makes is barely audible. Then I proceed to stuff myself under my dad's bed. The blankets hanging over the edge are enough to hide me if he manages to get in somehow, although I doubt he will, I can hear the doorknob rattling all the way back here.
I lay there for quite some time, frozen solid by my terror. The only thing that still works is my mind. Tons of jumbled thoughts are racing through my head, so many I can't make sense of them all. But the one that is foremost in my mind is 'should I?'.
I realize now, hiding under my father's bed, just how ridiculous this all is. I've let my shame and guilt and pain make my decisions for so long now. Shouldn't I put a stop to it, make my own damn decisions again? I mean, if I can manage to protect myself with a couple of chairs, surely my dad can keep his promise of protecting me if I tell. It's just that I'm still so afraid. I felt compelled to keep silent for so long that I don't know if I can speak out against him now. Because somewhere, buried deep within my heart, there is this little piece of me, completely shattered, filled with betrayal, pain, sorrow, regret, so much emotion all combined to create the fear that keeps his secret, the secret that means so much to so many people. And it's that one tiny, GODDAMNED secret that makes my life utter, miserable hell.
~switch p.o.v.~
I furrow my brow in frustration as I bang my knee on one of our kitchen chairs directly behind the door.
"Shit," I curse the chair as I rub my aching knee. "What the hell are you doing out here, anyway?" I ask it. Of course I get no reply.
Frowning, I pick up the chair and take it back into the kitchen, where I then spot another one of our chairs shoved up under the doorknob to the backdoor.
"What the hell?" I mutter, as I pick up that chair as well.
Suddenly I hear a noise behind me. I turn and see Matt standing behind me, looking for all the world like he had just emerged from my grandmother's dusty attic.
"Mind explaining the chairs?" I ask my son, who then blushes slightly.
I give him a strange look as he goes on to tell me, "I wanted to make sure he couldn't get in if he came today."
"Whatever," I say as nonchalantly as possible. "Anyways, I brought home some take-out. You hungry?" I gesture to the styrofoam cartons overflowing with one of Matt's recent favorites: sushi.
His eyes inspect the California rolls, and I would swear I saw this gleam of sheer happiness in them, something I hadn't seen in a long time.
"Come on, sit down." I said. "We can eat right now."
He smiles in eager anticipation, and I almost laugh at the childish delight reflected in his face.
We eat in silence, me not really knowing what to say and him just too busy eating.
He doesn't eat much, he hasn't been since he started to be abused, and it's not long before I, too, am full.
I stand and take our plates to the sink and am about to head to the living room when I notice Matt is still sitting at the kitchen table.
He has a strange blend of emotions on his face, emotions I can't really interpret, and his mind seems to be wrestling with something.
Sensing he wants to talk to me about something, I sit back down, trying to keep my hope at bay.
We sit in silence for a long while before I get up the courage to speak. "You okay Matt?"
He shakes his head but says, "Yeah, I'm fine."
My son, the hypocrite.
Inwardly shrugging my shoulders, I retreat and maintain quiet once more.
~switch p.o.v.~
Oh God, should I or shouldn't I? I don't know. This is all so confusing. I'm so scared. I don't know what to do.
Dad, I don't know if I can trust you.
My mind is screaming inside.
So many different thoughts.
I don't know what to do.
Kami-sama, please help me.
Suddenly Dad asks, "You okay Matt?"
I shake my head but find myself replying, "Yeah, I'm fine."
No I'm not. I'm scared as hell. I don't know what to do. Please Dad, help me.
What should I do?
~switch p.o.v.~
"Ichijouji Ken," Matt suddenly says softly, startling me. I barely hear him, and ask him to repeat it again.
"Ichijouji Ken. He's the one that's been hurting me, Dad."
I inhale, taking a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Now that he's finally told me, I'm not sure what to say. I never really expected him to tell me in the first place. I never expected him to tell anyone, period.
Then reality hits. "Ken Ichijouji? But I thought you and him were real close friends!"
He nods sadly, a few unbidden tears leaking out of his eyes and trailing down his cheeks. "We were, once a time ago. But then he started to want favors from me, because he liked me. I refused for awhile, but after a few weeks he stopped asking and just started taking."
Under the table, I clench my hands into tight fists. My first thought is to go find Ken and hurt him the way he hurt Matt, show him how it felt. But I know that's not practical.
~switch p.o.v.~
"Ichijouji Ken."
OH MY GOD, I SAID IT!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
I can already feel the fear washing over me, constricting me, binding me in it's ropes tighter than ever before.
Yet at the same time there's this deep sense of relief, relief that it's finally gonna end now, that Ken won't hurt me anymore. After all these months of sexual and physical abuse, it comes to end at a small kitchen table in an apartment in Odaiba, Japan, with open cartons of leftover California Rolls sitting in front of me.
That one thought alone is overwhelming, and it gives me the courage to keep speaking.
I go on talking to Dad, answering his questions, giving him brief, undetailed descriptions of some of the things that went on between Ken and me. He is shocked by this, of course, but at the same time I can sense his own exhilarating relief.
Finally he is done questioning me, and I thankfully grow silent, trying hard to keep the terror within me, trying hard not to let it take over.
Suddenly Dad smiles at me. "Thank you, Matt," he says softly.
And it is then that, because of those three words, all my terror melts away, and I find nothing but courage and the strength to believe that somehow we will get through this. No more will there be untold secrets between us.
"You're welcome, Dad," I reply just as softly. "You're welcome."
©2001 butterflie June 21, 2001 Thursday 1:46 am
~owari~
Author's Notes: Waiii!! Aren't you all so proud of me? I finally finished it? Isn't it awesome? And I finally revealed Matt's tormentor. I bet most of you would have never guessed Ken, would ya? But yep, it's all true! I'm so evil, aren't I? ^_^ Oh, and just so it won't be so weird to have some thirteen year old raping and abusing a seventeen year old, I decided to make the younger Digidestined only two years younger than the originals, which would make Ken about fifteen in this fic. I bet he's really sexy looking....as is Matt...... *drools* Anyways, r&r please! I really want a lot of comment on this one. I worked my ass off on this to keep from giving away that it's Ken, and I also worked to make it extremely good(even if the ending is a little sappy) so everyone would love it, so please do me a great big ole favor and READ AND REVIEW!!! PLEASE!! I'm BEGGING YOU!!! =^.^=
Digimon - NC-17 - English - Suspense/Angst - Review: 64 - Chapters: 2 - Words: 9603 - Updated: 07-06-01 - Published: 06-25-01
first part
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine.
Author’s Notes: Allright, here it is! The ending to Untold Secrets! Aren’t you all glad that I put it up? And I just want to thank everyone who reviewed and gave their guesses on Yama’s abuser. I have to say, I was surprised at the variety of guesses I got. Dr. Kaos, Ken, Takeru, Iori, Koushiro, Mr. Ishida, Agumon, and Tai of course. Well, anyways, read on to find out the true identity, and I hope everyone enjoys! Read and review, please! Thanks!
~switch p.o.v.~ *three weeks and two days later* Ending One
"Are you sure you're gonna be allright here?" I ask Matt, trying to keep the concern in my eyes hidden. "You'll call me if anything happens or if he comes to visit you again?"
He nods, not looking at me, his eyes intently studying the frayed edges of his blanket instead, and this worries me. I don't know if I can trust my son. He lied to me once before about him coming to visit. But it'll have to do. Short of staying home all day, which I can't afford to do, there's nothing I could do that would help keep Matt safe. I'd already stayed home with Matt the first week he was out of the hospital, and it had cost me a lot financially.
"Allright then Matt, I'm trusting you to tell me if something happens today. I'll try to be home by six, although considering the amount of work I missed I may have to stay later. Call me if you need anything. Bye." I wave a little, then leave, my ears barely catching his muttered 'See ya' before I'm out the door.
At the station, I can hardly concentrate on what I'm doing all day. Instead, my mind keeps wandering over to Matt. Will I come home only to find him lying on the floor unconscious and suffering again? Or worse, will I find him lying in a pool of his own blood, dead? Oh Kami-sama, I certainly hope not.
Jesus Matt, don't you realize how much this is tearing me up inside?
~switch p.o.v.~
"Are you sure you're gonna be allright here? You'll call me if anything happens or if he comes to visit you again?" Dad asks me.
I nod, but the truth is, I'm not sure. I have no idea whether he'll show up or not. All I can do is hope.
Dad looks as if he doesn't believe me, but he still says, " Allright then Matt, I'm trusting you to tell me if something happens today. I'll try to be home by six, although considering the amount of work I missed I may have to stay later. Call me if you need anything. Bye."
"See ya," I reply quietly as he heads out the door.
When he is gone, I sigh in relief and jump up out of my makeshift bed on the couch. The sudden movement hurts the partially healed wounds in my back, and I cry out a little in pain. However, I make my way into the kitchen and grab a chair from the table, shoving the back of it under the doorknob to the backdoor. Then I snatch another chair and drag it to the living room, doing likewise to the front door.
Yet I still don't feel safe. I really doubt a few chairs will keep him out. Hell, maybe Dad's right. Maybe I should say his name. I mean, when you resort to chairs for protection, not to mention you've already chain locked and double locked your doors, and still don't feel safe, you know it's time you escape from hell.
Halfway satisfied of my security now, I head into the kitchen to get something to eat. After several minutes of staring moodily into our nearly empty cabinets, I finally settle on a bowl of dry cereal.
The taste isn't exactly the most appealing thing in the world, but at least it fills me up. When I finish stuffing my face, I wander back into the living room. Bored, I flip on the TV and began to channel surf, looking for anything good on. I end up stopping on some movie that looks as boring as I was feeling, but there was nothing else on.
Twenty minutes later, I had just about given up on the movie -my mind kept wandering to much- when I heard, quite distinctly, a knob being turned in the kitchen.
My eyes widen and my breath comes in short, shallow gasps. It's him! Suddenly blinded by fear and panic, I drop the remote, boredom totally forgotten, and steal into the kitchen as quietly as I can. Luckily the chair and the chains were holding up quite well. He couldn't get in. Keeping completely silent, I crept out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the farthest room from the kitchen and living room -my dad's room. Shutting the door behind me, I slowly turn the lock. The 'click' it makes is barely audible. Then I proceed to stuff myself under my dad's bed. The blankets hanging over the edge are enough to hide me if he manages to get in somehow, although I doubt he will, I can hear the doorknob rattling all the way back here.
I lay there for quite some time, frozen solid by my terror. The only thing that still works is my mind. Tons of jumbled thoughts are racing through my head, so many I can't make sense of them all. But the one that is foremost in my mind is 'should I?'.
I realize now, hiding under my father's bed, just how ridiculous this all is. I've let my shame and guilt and pain make my decisions for so long now. Shouldn't I put a stop to it, make my own damn decisions again? I mean, if I can manage to protect myself with a couple of chairs, surely my dad can keep his promise of protecting me if I tell. It's just that I'm still so afraid. I felt compelled to keep silent for so long that I don't know if I can speak out against him now. Because somewhere, buried deep within my heart, there is this little piece of me, completely shattered, filled with betrayal, pain, sorrow, regret, so much emotion all combined to create the fear that keeps his secret, the secret that means so much to so many people. And it's that one tiny, GODDAMNED secret that makes my life utter, miserable hell.
~switch p.o.v.~
I furrow my brow in frustration as I bang my knee on one of our kitchen chairs directly behind the door.
"Shit," I curse the chair as I rub my aching knee. "What the hell are you doing out here, anyway?" I ask it. Of course I get no reply.
Frowning, I pick up the chair and take it back into the kitchen, where I then spot another one of our chairs shoved up under the doorknob to the backdoor.
"What the hell?" I mutter, as I pick up that chair as well.
Suddenly I hear a noise behind me. I turn and see Matt standing behind me, looking for all the world like he had just emerged from my grandmother's dusty attic.
"Mind explaining the chairs?" I ask my son, who then blushes slightly.
I give him a strange look as he goes on to tell me, "I wanted to make sure he couldn't get in if he came today."
"Whatever," I say as nonchalantly as possible. "Anyways, I brought home some take-out. You hungry?" I gesture to the styrofoam cartons overflowing with one of Matt's recent favorites: sushi.
His eyes inspect the California rolls, and I would swear I saw this gleam of sheer happiness in them, something I hadn't seen in a long time.
"Come on, sit down." I said. "We can eat right now."
He smiles in eager anticipation, and I almost laugh at the childish delight reflected in his face.
We eat in silence, me not really knowing what to say and him just too busy eating.
He doesn't eat much, he hasn't been since he started to be abused, and it's not long before I, too, am full.
I stand and take our plates to the sink and am about to head to the living room when I notice Matt is still sitting at the kitchen table.
He has a strange blend of emotions on his face, emotions I can't really interpret, and his mind seems to be wrestling with something.
Sensing he wants to talk to me about something, I sit back down, trying to keep my hope at bay.
We sit in silence for a long while before I get up the courage to speak. "You okay Matt?"
He shakes his head but says, "Yeah, I'm fine."
My son, the hypocrite.
Inwardly shrugging my shoulders, I retreat and maintain quiet once more.
~switch p.o.v.~
Oh God, should I or shouldn't I? I don't know. This is all so confusing. I'm so scared. I don't know what to do.
Dad, I don't know if I can trust you.
My mind is screaming inside.
So many different thoughts.
I don't know what to do.
Kami-sama, please help me.
Suddenly Dad asks, "You okay Matt?"
I shake my head but find myself replying, "Yeah, I'm fine."
No I'm not. I'm scared as hell. I don't know what to do. Please Dad, help me.
What should I do?
~switch p.o.v.~
"Ichijouji Ken," Matt suddenly says softly, startling me. I barely hear him, and ask him to repeat it again.
"Ichijouji Ken. He's the one that's been hurting me, Dad."
I inhale, taking a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Now that he's finally told me, I'm not sure what to say. I never really expected him to tell me in the first place. I never expected him to tell anyone, period.
Then reality hits. "Ken Ichijouji? But I thought you and him were real close friends!"
He nods sadly, a few unbidden tears leaking out of his eyes and trailing down his cheeks. "We were, once a time ago. But then he started to want favors from me, because he liked me. I refused for awhile, but after a few weeks he stopped asking and just started taking."
Under the table, I clench my hands into tight fists. My first thought is to go find Ken and hurt him the way he hurt Matt, show him how it felt. But I know that's not practical.
~switch p.o.v.~
"Ichijouji Ken."
OH MY GOD, I SAID IT!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
I can already feel the fear washing over me, constricting me, binding me in it's ropes tighter than ever before.
Yet at the same time there's this deep sense of relief, relief that it's finally gonna end now, that Ken won't hurt me anymore. After all these months of sexual and physical abuse, it comes to end at a small kitchen table in an apartment in Odaiba, Japan, with open cartons of leftover California Rolls sitting in front of me.
That one thought alone is overwhelming, and it gives me the courage to keep speaking.
I go on talking to Dad, answering his questions, giving him brief, undetailed descriptions of some of the things that went on between Ken and me. He is shocked by this, of course, but at the same time I can sense his own exhilarating relief.
Finally he is done questioning me, and I thankfully grow silent, trying hard to keep the terror within me, trying hard not to let it take over.
Suddenly Dad smiles at me. "Thank you, Matt," he says softly.
And it is then that, because of those three words, all my terror melts away, and I find nothing but courage and the strength to believe that somehow we will get through this. No more will there be untold secrets between us.
"You're welcome, Dad," I reply just as softly. "You're welcome."
©2001 butterflie June 21, 2001 Thursday 1:46 am
~owari~
Author's Notes: Waiii!! Aren't you all so proud of me? I finally finished it? Isn't it awesome? And I finally revealed Matt's tormentor. I bet most of you would have never guessed Ken, would ya? But yep, it's all true! I'm so evil, aren't I? ^_^ Oh, and just so it won't be so weird to have some thirteen year old raping and abusing a seventeen year old, I decided to make the younger Digidestined only two years younger than the originals, which would make Ken about fifteen in this fic. I bet he's really sexy looking....as is Matt...... *drools* Anyways, r&r please! I really want a lot of comment on this one. I worked my ass off on this to keep from giving away that it's Ken, and I also worked to make it extremely good(even if the ending is a little sappy) so everyone would love it, so please do me a great big ole favor and READ AND REVIEW!!! PLEASE!! I'm BEGGING YOU!!! =^.^=