Muted Symphony- Chapter Two
Title:Muted Symphony- Part 1 of the 'Muted Symphony' series
Author; Sodalite1
Summary: Dominic thought that running a coffee shop would make life easier.....
Rating:NC17/18
Warnings: All the things that make this an 18.....
Chapter Two
Matthew was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. For a few moments his brain stopped working, taken aback by it, then his brain smacked him upside his head and he came to his senses.
Matthew was hurt, his lips was cut and an ugly abrasion was already turning into a messy blackened eye.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said and Matthew followed him meekly into the shop, and into the office.
“Sit,” he said when Matthew just stood by the door.
He took the first aid kit off the wall and then said.
“Let’s have a proper look,” and lifted Matthew’s chin.
He cleaned the cut on his lips and noticed that Matthew didn’t flinch; even though it must have stung. He cleaned the abrasion on his cheek next, holding the uninjured side of his face to keep him still. He noted unconsciously how soft Matthew’s skin felt.
He finished and took his hand away.
“Matthew, did they kick or punch you anywhere else?”
Silence.
“Matthew, I need to know, did they hurt you anywhere else?”
A shake of the head this time, and Dominic felt somewhat relieved. He now had to ring his step brother; something he wasn’t looking forward to.
“Hello, Mr Wolstenholme. This is Dominic Howard…yes, from the coffee shop.
No, I’m not calling for that reason. I’m afraid Matthew’s been assaulted. No, we’re at the coffee shop…it’s not serious. He seems fine…okay, I’ll see you soon.”
Once again he found himself entranced by Matthew, taken in by those sharp cheekbones, and the nose that wasn’t quite straight. That bottom lip, if it wasn’t bloodied and swollen by the cut, would have been very biteable.
He stopped himself then…Jesus, Dominic.
A knock at the door saved him from his thoughts, before they become even more inappropriate.
A panicked and angry looking Chris stepped inside.
“Matt…Christ!” he said, when he saw the state of Matt’s face. “Was it that
bloody toe rag again?”
Matthew dropped his head but Chris grabbed his jaw and pushed his head back up.
Dominic didn’t like that, but said nothing; the man was obviously stressed and angry.
“Matt, was it him again. Was it Danny?”
It was obvious there was some sort of communication between them as Chris growled.
“I’m going to kick the crap out of that little bastard.”
Dominic was surprised to see Matthew pull away from Chris’s hand and grab his wrist, then shake his head.
“No, not this time Matt,” Chris said.
Matthew shook his head again and Dominic saw a look of panic appear on his face.
“Yes, Matt. He won’t take any notice of the police or the courts.”
Dominic had to say something.
“If you need a witness to the assault.”
Chris looked at him.
“Did you see it all?”
“Some of it. Is this Danny one of those that thinks he set the fire?”
Chris shook his head.
“So, why did they attack him?”
“Because Danny is a homophobic little shit,” Chris said. “Anyway, thanks for helping Matt, I’ll be taking him home now.”
A few days later Dominic opened the shop and found an envelope on the floor. It was addressed to him, but he didn’t recognise the handwriting. But whoever had written it must be creative, it was almost calligraphic.
He opened it….oh.
Mr Howard,
Chris said I should thank you, which I would have anyway. So thank you for helping me last week.
Matthew.
There was a card wrapped in the paper; an invitation.
When one of the girls came in, he showed it to her.
“Wow,” she said. “They don’t give those out for free…well, not often.”
“Explain.”
“The Wolstenholmes’, lots of money…old money. They support and run a lot of charities. This is the biggest fund-raiser of the year. People pay thousands for the privilege to attend and then spend more at the auction. A personal invite means they want to meet you.”
“Why would they want to meet me?”
“Because of Matthew. Are you going to go?”
“It’d be rude not to. But what the hell do I wear?”
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Until he was ten, Matthew James Bellamy’s life had been hell. He knew what his uncle was doing was wrong, he’d learnt at school that he shouldn’t be touched like that; not by an adult.
He never told anyone, after all who would believe him?
When the fire had consumed the house, he was happy; he was finally going to get away.
But he survived and the only good thing was his abuser and tormentor had burnt to death, trapped in a bedroom.
The rest of his family didn’t want him, choosing to believe he’d started the fire, and if the rest of his family hadn’t have been in the house, he just might have…anything to rid himself of a devil and find some peace.
He’d spent six months in care, and he hated every minute. The other kids hated him and he hated them back. He hated the people who encouraged him to ‘talk about it’, hated their false smiles.
So he kept running away and getting into trouble taking out his anger on things and kids his own age, and sometimes older and bigger; he still had the scars from those encounters.
He’d been labelled a ‘problem child’ and he was planning to run and never be found….until they came into his life.
The next ten years had brought some light into his life…but happiness it was something he’d never known….and love. Sure, they loved him, but the only love he’d known had been twisted and perverted.
No…he’d never known love, nor did he think he could ever show love….or love someone.
http://Sodalite1 "Muted Symphony'
Author; Sodalite1
Summary: Dominic thought that running a coffee shop would make life easier.....
Rating:NC17/18
Warnings: All the things that make this an 18.....
Chapter Two
Matthew was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. For a few moments his brain stopped working, taken aback by it, then his brain smacked him upside his head and he came to his senses.
Matthew was hurt, his lips was cut and an ugly abrasion was already turning into a messy blackened eye.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said and Matthew followed him meekly into the shop, and into the office.
“Sit,” he said when Matthew just stood by the door.
He took the first aid kit off the wall and then said.
“Let’s have a proper look,” and lifted Matthew’s chin.
He cleaned the cut on his lips and noticed that Matthew didn’t flinch; even though it must have stung. He cleaned the abrasion on his cheek next, holding the uninjured side of his face to keep him still. He noted unconsciously how soft Matthew’s skin felt.
He finished and took his hand away.
“Matthew, did they kick or punch you anywhere else?”
Silence.
“Matthew, I need to know, did they hurt you anywhere else?”
A shake of the head this time, and Dominic felt somewhat relieved. He now had to ring his step brother; something he wasn’t looking forward to.
“Hello, Mr Wolstenholme. This is Dominic Howard…yes, from the coffee shop.
No, I’m not calling for that reason. I’m afraid Matthew’s been assaulted. No, we’re at the coffee shop…it’s not serious. He seems fine…okay, I’ll see you soon.”
Once again he found himself entranced by Matthew, taken in by those sharp cheekbones, and the nose that wasn’t quite straight. That bottom lip, if it wasn’t bloodied and swollen by the cut, would have been very biteable.
He stopped himself then…Jesus, Dominic.
A knock at the door saved him from his thoughts, before they become even more inappropriate.
A panicked and angry looking Chris stepped inside.
“Matt…Christ!” he said, when he saw the state of Matt’s face. “Was it that
bloody toe rag again?”
Matthew dropped his head but Chris grabbed his jaw and pushed his head back up.
Dominic didn’t like that, but said nothing; the man was obviously stressed and angry.
“Matt, was it him again. Was it Danny?”
It was obvious there was some sort of communication between them as Chris growled.
“I’m going to kick the crap out of that little bastard.”
Dominic was surprised to see Matthew pull away from Chris’s hand and grab his wrist, then shake his head.
“No, not this time Matt,” Chris said.
Matthew shook his head again and Dominic saw a look of panic appear on his face.
“Yes, Matt. He won’t take any notice of the police or the courts.”
Dominic had to say something.
“If you need a witness to the assault.”
Chris looked at him.
“Did you see it all?”
“Some of it. Is this Danny one of those that thinks he set the fire?”
Chris shook his head.
“So, why did they attack him?”
“Because Danny is a homophobic little shit,” Chris said. “Anyway, thanks for helping Matt, I’ll be taking him home now.”
A few days later Dominic opened the shop and found an envelope on the floor. It was addressed to him, but he didn’t recognise the handwriting. But whoever had written it must be creative, it was almost calligraphic.
He opened it….oh.
Mr Howard,
Chris said I should thank you, which I would have anyway. So thank you for helping me last week.
Matthew.
There was a card wrapped in the paper; an invitation.
When one of the girls came in, he showed it to her.
“Wow,” she said. “They don’t give those out for free…well, not often.”
“Explain.”
“The Wolstenholmes’, lots of money…old money. They support and run a lot of charities. This is the biggest fund-raiser of the year. People pay thousands for the privilege to attend and then spend more at the auction. A personal invite means they want to meet you.”
“Why would they want to meet me?”
“Because of Matthew. Are you going to go?”
“It’d be rude not to. But what the hell do I wear?”
*************************
Until he was ten, Matthew James Bellamy’s life had been hell. He knew what his uncle was doing was wrong, he’d learnt at school that he shouldn’t be touched like that; not by an adult.
He never told anyone, after all who would believe him?
When the fire had consumed the house, he was happy; he was finally going to get away.
But he survived and the only good thing was his abuser and tormentor had burnt to death, trapped in a bedroom.
The rest of his family didn’t want him, choosing to believe he’d started the fire, and if the rest of his family hadn’t have been in the house, he just might have…anything to rid himself of a devil and find some peace.
He’d spent six months in care, and he hated every minute. The other kids hated him and he hated them back. He hated the people who encouraged him to ‘talk about it’, hated their false smiles.
So he kept running away and getting into trouble taking out his anger on things and kids his own age, and sometimes older and bigger; he still had the scars from those encounters.
He’d been labelled a ‘problem child’ and he was planning to run and never be found….until they came into his life.
The next ten years had brought some light into his life…but happiness it was something he’d never known….and love. Sure, they loved him, but the only love he’d known had been twisted and perverted.
No…he’d never known love, nor did he think he could ever show love….or love someone.
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