We quickly go back to Brendan's place, and even though I know I'm more than welcome there, we sneak in the back way. I guess, as Aaron says, the less he realizes, the better. Hugo will come here first, as soon as he realizes I'm gone, so I don't think we're planning on being here very long. Aaron mentioned something about a place where there were ( Read more... )

( Thick scabs can make functioning somewhat difficult... )

( This is like living in Hell... )

It's been weeks now since Hugo brought me home, and things have been "OK" here, but nothing is the same as it was when I was at Brendan's. Just thinking about being there, about how cozy his place was, and about Aaron, the way he touched me and protected me... it makes my stomach hurt. I want to be back with him so badly, I can feel the ache in my ( Read more... )

... I knew it would happen. I hoped for the best, but in the pit of my stomach I knew it would happen, and so it has. I'm back where I began, back with Hugo, back here. He's been OK so far - maybe the therapy did help him - but it doesn't matter anymore. There's only one thing, one person, I need right now, and I expect I wont ever see him again, ( Read more... )

(umm... I think there was a thread going somewhere waaaay back there that didn't get finished and needs to, lol)

[continuation from here

( the rest of 'Hugo returns to get Elijah' )

Brendan took Aaron and I to town today, to buy us clothes. Neither of us could beleive it, as most serves get theirs as either hand-me-downs, or out of necessity while in the dorms, and even then, it's usually little more than what we've got on our backs. I can't beleive he did that. We have new(ish) clothes now... enough to last us a while ( Read more... )

I found a book today, wandering on the grounds of the dormitory, an old, beat up copy of Shakespeare, a compilation with a few of his plays in it. I'd heard of him, but never seen any of his writings. I don't know if any of us are supposed to have this, so I've been real careful to keep it well-hidden with the rest of my books, that are mostly old ( Read more... )

My mind wont stop churning, thinking about all there is to think about right now. The fact that sooner or later, he'll probably be back to get me, which leads me to wonder if anything is likely to change, or it will just be more of the same. I can't help think about what I'll do if it starts again, and my options are few, if any at all ( Read more... )

I don't know what to do. I know I'm supposed to serve my Citizen, but he's... he does terrible things to me, causing me pain and humiliation. I hate it here, but when I told him that I would rather die than live a long life this way, he went crazy with apologies, promising that he would be different. I don't know what to think, even though I don't ( Read more... )