22 January 2004 - Family problems

Octavian.

Byrce Edgerton-Smythe stared out the window of his private plane as it flew on. His wife talked next to him, into her phone to one of her irritating girlfriends.

He sighed slightly in boredom. Skiing. Maybe he could seduce one of the maids...and break her.

A small smile crossed his lips.

Or one of the male staff.

***

Octavian grabbed his coat and set out for the slopes. He was going to ski one of the hardest courses for this area. He grinned with anticpation as his walk quickened slightly.

He barely had time to react as he was grabbed from behind and pulled into a service corridor. His face hit the wall and he gasped as a knee nudged his legs apart.

"Hello, Octavian," his father's voice purred into his ear.

"Didn't expect to see you here."

"How thrilling to see you again, Father," Octavian said dryly.

He grunted slightly as Bryce smashed his head into the wall, dazing him.

"And you can show me how much..."

Octavian shuddered as he felt his father start to fumble with his pants. Please god, Bobby, don't come here...

Bobby and Rebekah

"So in conclusion, I am still really sorry, Bek," Bobby said loudly as they walked through the halls.

"No, it's ok..." Rebekah replied uncertainly.

"It's not, but I really am sorry, and I didn't mean it," Bobby protested.

Rebekah shook her head as a wave of new emotions came over her. She pulled Bobby round the corner and saw Octavian.

Octavian.

Octavian tried hard not to cry as he wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt worthless and disgusting, soiled. His father had raped him in the hallway, then left him to clean himself up and try to cover up what had happened.

He saw Rebekah and Bobby, and felt despair wash over him. God. He couldn't deal with this at the moment. He needed a shower and a drink. A lot of drink. He threw up anything he'd learned about blocking telepaths out in his years of friendship with Mordred and Vortigern to keep Rebekah out of his mind and unknowing.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

He glanced at them, then opened the door to his room and stumbled inside.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby recognised his look immediately and started after him, making up an excuse to Rebekah as he ran off.

Rebekah looked confused, but decided not to follow after them. She shuddered slightly and left the hallway, wandering around aimlessly.

Octavian.

Octavian fell to his knees in front of the toilet and heaved.

God, he hated this. He couldn't stop him, couldn't tell anyone, couldn't do a f*cking thing.

"Useless f*cking whore..." he whispered to himself, then threw up again.

Bryce flicked out the cuffs of his shirt, feeling satiated. God, the boy had a tight ass. And he cried so prettily...

He smiled as he saw Rebekah.

"Hello," he said to her quietly.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby opened the door to Octavian's room and heard him throwing up.

"Tav?"

Rebekah smiled politely.

"Bonjour."

Octavian.

Octavian coughed and wiped his mouth.

"I'm in here, Bobby."

He curled his arms around himself, struggling to keep the tears at bay.

"Ah, vous parlez francais?" Bryce said smoothly. (You speak French?)

"Vous est pour France?" (Are you from France?)

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby went into the bathroom and put his hand on Octavian's shoulder.

"I don't really have to ask what happened, do I?"

Rebekah nodding, smiling.

"Oui. Je suis né et ai été élevé là." (Yes. I was born and raised there.)

Octavian.

"No."

Octavian shook his head, then stood up.

"I need to shower."

He dragged his shirt over his head, scrapes and bruises running along his body where he'd been shoved into the rough surfce of the wall. Five bluing fingermarks were wrapped around the base of his throat. Octavian didn't care that Bobby was there. He just needed to get clean.

"Bien," Bryce said, smiling.

He projected an aura of trustworthiness and charm.

"Ici en vacances?" (Here on holidays?)

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby winced as he saw the marks on Octavian's body, but decided to keep talking, hoping to keep his mind off it.

"So I apologised to Bek again... I don't know, I don't really deserve her forgiveness, although she is giving it to me."

Rebekah smiled back.

"Oui, êtes-vous?" (Yes, are you?)

Octavian.

"You're an idiot, you know that," Octavian said.

He reached in and turned on the shower, getting out of his pants. More bruises were placed around his hips and there was blood on the inside of his legs. When the water was the right temperature, he stepped in and started to scrub.

"Dem's still pissed at you."

"Oui, j'habite en London," Byrce said.

"Je ne peux pas croire une belle fille comme vous-même est ici par vous-même. Vous n'êtes pas seul, je penseriez?" (I can't believe a beautiful girl like yourself is here by yourself. You aren't alone, I would think?)

Bobby and Rebekah

"I know," Bobby said seriously. "I don't know why I said all of that. And most of all, I don't know why Rebekah hasn't walked me off a cliff and given me an anvil."

Rebekah smiled.

"Non, je suis réellement ici avec quelques amis d'école." (No, I am actually here with some school friends.)

Octavian.

Octavian scrubbed at his skin until it nearly bled.

"You should be surprised you're not dead. Or bleeding. I am."

"J'ai pensé que vous étiez plus âgé. Vous êtes très sophistiqué," Bryce said. (I thought you were older. You're very sophisticated.)

"À quelle école allez-vous?" (What school do you attend?)

Bobby and Rebekah

"Just lucky?" Bobby suggested. "I really don't know what I was doing."

"Merci, monsieur."

Rebekah blushed slightly.

"Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters."

She felt sufficiently confident that he would not have heard of what kind of school it really was.

Octavian.

Octavian finished washing and turned the water off, then got a towel.

"No, because you were drunk."

Bryce didn't let his surprise at the name show on his face.

"Xavier's? Je ne pense pas que j'ai entendu parler de lui..." (I don't think I've heard of it.)

Bobby and Rebekah

"So, on a scale of one to ten, how big a prick was I?" Bobby asked.

Rebekah smiled to herself.

"Êtes-vous ici en vacances avec votre famille?" (Are you here on holidays with your family?)

Octavian.

"Oh, I'd say a ten," Octavian said as he stepped out of the shower.

He picked his discarded clothes up and put them in the bin, before walking through to the bedroom to get new clothes. He could never stand to wear clothes again if his father had...

"Ah, non. Je suis ici tout seul, comme d'habitude," Byrce lied smoothly. (No. I'm here all alone, as usual.)

"Mon épouse est morte il y a quelques années... que nous n'avons jamais eu aucun enfant. Telle est la vie." (My wife died a few years ago...we never had any children. Such is life.)

Bobby and Rebekah

"Yeah, I figured. How does she keep talking to me?" Bobby asked.

Rebekah's eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Je suis désolé de l'entendre." (I'm sorry to hear it.)

Octavian.

"Bek is a forgiving sort of person," Octavian said.

He pulled a new pair of jeans on and shrugged a longsleeved shirt over his head.

"C'mon. I need a drink, and to flirt with that pretty waitress."

"Vous apprenez à vivre avec la douleur," Bryce said seriously. (You learn to live with the pain.)

Bobby and Rebekah

"Lucky for me then," Bobby mumbled.

He stood up. "Ok, let's go."

Rebekah nodded.

"J'ai récemment perdu quelqu'un près de moi." (I recently lost someone close to me.)

She wasn't even quite sure why she was telling him this.

Octavian.

"Very lucky for you," Octavian said.

He left, moving with apparent easy grace, even though it hurt to walk.

"Perdant quelqu'un toujours maux," Bryce said quietly. (Losing someone always hurts.)

He turned away from her a moment, then turned back, eyes sad.

"Pardonnez-moi... pendant un moment, vous a regardé juste comme mon Amelie. Elle était française, ainsi je l'ai appris pour elle... pour faire son sentir plus à la maison en Angleterre." (Forgive me...for a moment, you looked just like my Amelie. She was French, so I learned it for her...to make her feel more at home in England.)

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby followed after Octavian, sighing slightly.

Rebekah put her hand on Bryce's shoulder.

"Êtes-vous bien? Est-ce que je pourrais vous obtenir quelque chose?" (Are you ok? Could I get you anything?)

Octavian.

Octavian walked over to the bar and started to flirt, charming the girl who was attending it. She blushed and flirted back.

"I'll have a shot of Jack Daniels on the rocks...what do you want, Bobby?" Octavian asked without turning his head.

Bryce smiled at her and took her hand, raising it to his lips to kiss the back of it gently.

"Le non, mais vous bénissent pour demander. Vraiment, vous êtes un ange." (No, but bless you for asking. Truly, you are an angel.)

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby thought.

"Just a vodka and OJ thanks."

Rebekah felt slightly uneasy.

"Merci, mais je vraiment dois aller." (Thank you, but I really must be going.)

Octavian.

Octavian drank his drink when it was served to him and looked around. He saw his father in a corner near a hallway talking to...Bek. Oh god.

He got up off his chair and started over.

"Sûrement vous ne me laisseriez pas à ma solitude ? Est-ce que je pourrais vous acheter une boisson, peut-être?" Bryce said, looking slightly hurt. (Surely you would not leave me to my loneliness? Could I buy you a drink, perhaps?)

Bobby and Rebekah

"What are you - " Bobby looked confused.

Rebekah backed away.

"Non, merci. Je dois aller rassemblement mes amis." (No, thank you. I have to go meet some friends.)

She felt frightened, but toned down her emotions.

Octavian.

Octavian saw his father look at him and quickened his pace.

Bryce shrugged slightly, putting a hand in his pocket as he stepped towards her.

"Disposé ou pas, je vous aurai. Voyez-vous quand vous vous réveillez, ma cherie." (Willing or not, I will have you. See you when you wake up, my dear.)

He clapped the cholorform soaked cloth over her face and tugged her into the hallway. No one noticed, except Octavian. For a man of his age, Bryce was very strong.

Bobby

Bobby hopped off his stool and threw some money down for the drinks.

"Tav?"

He went after him.

Octavian.

Octavian broke into a run, using his power to run faster and dodge people quicker then an ordinary person would.

Bryce shifted Rebekah's limp body slightly onto his shoulder. He kept the cloth over her face. It would be annoying if she screamed. So many more people to buy off. Which reminded him...he would have to pay a member of the staff to say they saw him and this girl go to his hotel room together, willingly. He walked down the hall towards his suite.

Bobby

Bobby was losing sight of Octavian, and he was running blindly through the hallways.

Rebekah stirred slightly, then a sniff of the chloroform and she was out again.

Octavian.

Bryce opened the door to his hotel room and laid Rebekah carefully on the bed. He gagged her efficently, and handcuffed her wrists. No sense taking chances, especially if she came from Xavier's.

Octavian reached the open door and stepped inside.

"Father, don't do this."

"Octavian...come to save your schoolmate? Or is she your f*cktoy as well?" Bryce said calmly, turning to regard his son.

Octavian swallowed but stood his ground. Bryce sighed in annoyance as he stood and walked over to the teen. His hand shot out and grabbed Octavian's wrist, forcing it up behind his back until he cried out in pain.

"For that, she can watch while I take you. Then I'll take her."

Rebekah

Rebekah struggled and tried to sit up, screaming through her gag.

"Tav? What's going on?"

Tears streamed down her face.

Octavian.

Octavian glanced at her, then sighed, bowing his head.

"I'll do anything...just let her go."

"Oh you will do anything," Bryce said.

He pulled Octavian inside and closed the door with a slam. He slapped his son across the face, sending him down onto the bed with a bleeding mouth.

"And so will she, I think. Take off your clothes, Octavian."

Octavian froze, then screamed as the riding crop his father usually carried cut across his cheek, nearly hitting his eyes. A blinding pain shot across his face.

Rebekah

Rebekah screamed and tried to focus on Octavian, but she was so tired and light headed.

She weakly tried to turn Octavian's pain down, so he'd feel basically numb and not have to suffer through this.

"I'm sorry, Octavian," she whispered to him.

Octavian.

"God, I'm sorry I'm so weak I can;t save you," Octavian murmured.

He put his hands up to protect his face as the crop came down again. He yelped in pain.

"I want to hear you beg, Octavian..." Bryce said.

"Or I'll make it hurt for her. You know I can do that."

Octavian swallowed. He knew.

"I..."

He swallowed, feeling like he was about to cry again. God, no tears.

"I want you to f*ck me..."

"Because whose are you, Octavian?" Bryce said.

"I'm yours, I'm your pretty little slut...your whore..."

Rebekah

Rebekah screamed again, struggling against her restraints.

God, leave him alone, no, no, Tav!

Octavian.

Octavian could have thrown up with the shame burning through him. But if it could save Rebekah any pain...he'd do it.

"Clothes, Octavian," Bryce reminded him.

Octavian averted his eyes and started to strip.

Rebekah

Rebekah felt her tears sliding down her cheeks as she kicked her legs up as much as she could.

She screamed around her gag again.

"HELP!" she screamed out.

Octavian.

Bryce flicked his ear irritably, then looked at Rebekah. HE got up and yanked her head back by the hair.

"Don't do that again."

"You're a mutant," Octavian breathed, pausing for a moment.

Bryce looked at him, amused, then punched him. Octavian went down.

"Of course. Now you...be quiet."

He slapped Rebekah across the face, then started to take his shirt off.

"Irritating, that whine..."

Rebekah

Rebekah moaned in pain, her eye feeling like it was going to explode.

She writhed around, trying to free herself.

Dammit, why didn't she have a useful power?

Octavian.

Octavian winced slightly as his father laced his fingers through his hair.

"Get her wet. I hate f*cking women who are dry."

Octavian tried to communicate with his eyes how sorry he was, then winced again as Bryce pulled back on his hair again. He started to lick along her folds, a tear running down his face. He gritted his teeth slightly when the first finger entered him.

Rebekah

Rebekah closed her eyes and wept silently.

"It's ok, Tav," she whispered to him.

Octavian.

Oh god, I'm so sorry, Bek...I tried, I did but I can't, I can't...

Octavian hissed slightly as the second finger entered him impatiently, stretching and scissoring with rough movements. God. He delved his tongue into her center.

Rebekah

Rebekah closed her eyes, her body responding even though her mind was screaming out.

Someone please help...

Octavian.

Octavian grunted as Bryce slid into him with not quite enough preperation. God. He was going to bleed again, he knew it.

Bryce gripped Octavian's hips as he started to thrust, blue eyes so similair to Octavian's and Demetria's on Rebekah's face.

"I suppose you're wondering why I do this..." he started conversationally.

"For one things, I've seen many men ruined by their...taste for thier own gender. So I arranged matters otherwise. Whores talk, they can't help that. But children...too frightened, too scared, easily manipulated. Family doesn't give up on family, do they, Octavian?"

Octavian moaned as his father stroked his length. This he hated more then anything else. His father made him respond.

"Octavian is an exceptionally good f*ck...something he doesn't get from his mother, cold fish that she is. F*cking her is like f*cking a corpse."

Rebekah

Rebekah's eyes darted around frantically, fear showing in her face.

She screamed around her gag.

Octavian.

"Another thing Octavian does, is he screams very prettily," Bryce said almost dreamily as he continued to thrust.

"Cries like a little girl, but he keeps coming back for more, my perfect little slut. My whore. Nothing like f*cking his mouth while he cries...he was prettier when he was younger...cried more easily too."

Octavian slid two fingers into Rebekah, licking and biting softly.

Rebekah

Rebekah moaned softly.

"OH God, just let me go! Someone help!"

Octavian.

"Why, did you think he was actually worth something?" Bryce said.

Octavian's cheeks burned with shame.

"He's worth his ass and his pretty face...nothing else. He's mine and he strays, I know...but that's just what he is. A slut. A whore. It's all he knows. How to f*ck and get f*cked. And he's very, very good at it."

Bryce thrust once more then came. Octavian closed his eyes slightly and continue what he was doing.

Rebekah

"Mmmmmphhh!" Rebekah screamed.

She twisted violently on the bed.

Octavian.

Octavian felt his father slip out of him and shuddered slightly. He gasped in a breath as his head was yanked up, eyes gleaming with tears of pain.

"Father, please!"

"Please, what? Please use your mouth? I think I will," Bryce sneered.

Octavian let the tears in his eyes spill down his face as he was forced to take Bryce's length in his mouth. Maybe, if he made him come, he wouldn't be able to rape Rebekah. Or at least prolong the time until he could, increasing the chance someone would come.

Rebekah

Rebekah pulled hard at the handcuffs and her feet kicked out, almost hitting Bryce.

She concentrated and tried again.

Octavian.

Bryce snarled slightly in annoyance.

"You're proving to be more trouble then you're worth."

He pulled Octavian off him and sent the youth sprawling with a kick. He went to punch Rebekah in the face, but Octavian caught his arm.

"Defy me, would you?" Byrce almost screamed in rage.

His punch sent Octavian flying into the wall. He hit his hard and crumpled to the ground, out cold. Bryce turned back to Rebekah.

"And now for you..."

He spread her legs with his hands, holding them open.

Rebekah

Rebekah struggled and tried to keep her thighs together, but he was too strong for her.

She screamed.

Octavian

Bryce smiled slightly.

"I like it when they scream."

He kissed the gag in her mouth in mockery, then thrust into her.

"Whether it's from pleasure or pain doesn't really bother me. But I prefer pain."

Octavian moaned, struggling to focus.

Rebekah

Rebekah cried out, more tears streaming out from her eyes.

She struggled slightly, trying to get free.

Someone please...

Octavian.

Bryce moaned as he continued to thrust into her.

"F*ck, so tight..."

Octavian got to his feet, shaking. He managed to open the door, then collapsed again. Blood was flowing across his face from a scalpwound.

Rebekah

"Mmmmph!"

Rebekah's eyes were pleading, she was so sore.

Please, Jono, hear her and get help...

"HELP!"

Octavian.

"You think anyone's going to hear you?" Bryce asked.

"I don't know how I do it...but most mutants can't use their powers around me. Or they can't focus to."

He rubbed his fingers over her lightly as he continued to thrust. Octavian cried into the carpet, too tired and too dazed to get up again. His fingers curled around the edge of the door and pulled it open slightly.

"Please...please help...m'aidez..."

Rebekah

Rebekah closed her eyes and cried out.

So sore, someone, please help...

Octavian.

Bryce thrust once more and came into Rebekah. He kissed her again, then got up and went into the shower. Octavian curled up into a ball, protecting his stomach as his father went past, immaculately dressed.

Bryce adjusted his tie slightly and looked down at Rebekah, getting out his wallet. He insultingly tossed some notes onto her chest.

"And don't even think about reporting this to the police. I'll have you buried in slander and libel suits so fast your head will spin, little girl."

He left and closed the door behind him, kicking Octavian in the head on his way out. Octavian passed out again, and the door's lock clicked shut.

Rebekah

Rebeah felt the blood sliding down her legs and her vision blurred slightly.

"JONO!" she screamed, before blacking out.

Jonothon.

JOnothon's head snapped up.

"Bek?"

He was more then an hour's walk away from the lodge. He picked up his guitar and started back.

Rebekah

Rebekah faded back into consciousness and struggled against the handcuffs.

"Jono, please help... I don't... I don't know where I am... and I can't find Octavian..."

"Some guy, drugged me and took me to his room and..."

Rebekah let out a muffled wail.

Jonothon.

"Holy bleeding f*ck..."

Jonothon barely controlled the surge. As it was, his bandages crisped and curled backwards slightly.

"I'm coming as fast as I can."

Rebekah and Bobby

"Thank you..."

Rebekah tried to sit up, straining her eyes for Octavian.

Bobby was still darting around the hallways, looking for any kind of clue.

Jonothon & Octavian.

"No probs, Bek."

Jonothon broke into a run, guitar banging against his back.

Octavian whimpered slightly.

Rebekah

Rebekah craned her head again.

"Mmmph?"

She felt new tears course down her cheeks again, everything hurt, she was so sore.

Octavian.

Octavian raised himself up on his hands and dry retched a few times.

"Oh god..."

He was almost certain he had concussion.

Rebekah

"Mmmtapphian?"

Rebekah blinked a few times, still feeling the blood dripping down her legs. She winced in pain.

"Jono's coming, Tav..."

Octavian.

"God, I'm so sorry Bek, so sorry..."

Octavian put his hands over his eyes to hold back his tears, then got up. He put his hands around the handcuff chain and broke it, before removing the gag from her mouth.

"I'm so sorry..."

Rebekah

Rebekah moved her mouth around and rubbed at her wrists.

"It's ok," she said quietly. "It wasn't your fault."

She made a move to sit up and winced.

Octavian.

"It was my fault, I could have stopped him and I didn't." Octavian hid his face in his hands, shame and disgust coursing through his mind. In his distress, the sheilds he normally kept up so carefully collapsed letting her see the constant cascade of imagery he'd built up since he was four.

"God, I'm so sorry, so unbelievably sorry..."

Rebekah

Rebekah sat up, breathing heavily through the pain and gently put her arm around Octavian.

"Thank you for coming after me... and I'm sorry... Tav, this is my fault."

She kissed his head gently.

Octavian.

Octavian looked up at her, tears running down his face.

"Don't even say that! You didn't know what he was..."

Rebekah

Rebekah winced as his emotions hit her and she burst into tears, hugging him gently.

"Well, I shouldn't be so trusting, that's really something I should work on."

She ran a hand through his hair softly.

"I'm sorry..."

Octavian.

"God, if he hadn't seen me this morning, he probably would have left already. He hates this sort of places, would have only come to keep my mother quiet. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Bek..."

Octavian hugged her back, weeping.

"I tried, but I couldn't, I'm so afraid of him...what he could do to Dem, doesn't matter about me, I'm used to it, I'm so sorry Bek..."

Rebekah

Rebekah closed her eyes.

"It's ok, it's not your fault... I shouldn't've trusted him."

She moved slightly and winced. Ok, she offically wasn't going to move anymore.

"I'm sorry that you got hurt because of me... but thank you for trying to stop it."

Octavian.

Octavian shrugged slightly.

"He would have found out which hotel room I was staying in anyway, so I was going to get hurt one way or another."

Rebekah

Rebekah looked around slowly.

"Could you... can you see my pants?"

Octavian.

Octavian looked around and spotted them.

"They're down there...do you want to shower? Because that's usually the first thing I want. Followed by alcohol."

Rebekah

Rebekah shook her head slightly.

"I do... but not in here..."

Octavian.

Octavian nodded and picked up her clothes, handing them to her. He slid off the bed, wincing slightly and got his own clothes, starting to put them on.

"Need any help?"

Rebekah

Rebekah slowly put her shirt on, then started the arduous and painful task of her pants.

"Ah... ow..."

She winced and stopped trying for a moment.

Octavian.

Octavian got up on the bed and helped her. When that was done, he lifted her up gently.

"He won't be back to this room...by now, it's already registered to someone else's name, the staff have all been bought off and will swear right and left you went with him willingly...Father is very used to making sure he doesn't get caught."

He started down the hall to her room.

Rebekah

Rebekah nodded and leaned on him slightly.

"I should tell Jono where I am."

She reached out as they walked.

"Jono, I'm going to be in my room."

Jonothon & Octavian.

"Ok, I'm maybe half an hour off...if I can send Bobby or Kurt along, I will."

Jonothon shifted tracks.

"Bobby! Kurt! Bobby!"

He had no idea if they'd be able to hear him.

Octavian nodded.

"Good idea..."

He just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby paused at the voice in his head.

"Man, I hope that's you Jono, or I'm going insane."

Rebekah's lip trembled.

"Are you going to be ok?"

Jonothon & Octavian.

"Oh thank god! I wasn't sure if I was close enough. You need to go find Bek and Tav, *now*. Then we can hunt down the f*cking scum who touched Bek and kill him."

Jonothon's telepathic voice was burning with anger.

"I'm still maybe half an 'our away yet."

Octavian nodded slightly.

"Fine...I'll be fine..."

His voice sounded distant and dead.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby stopped walking, eyes cold.

"He WHAT?!"

He started running again, deciding to check Octavian's room first.

Rebekah closed her eyes, but Bryce's face was there haunting her, so she quickly opened them again.

Octavian.

Octavian opened the door to her room and walked in, kicking the door closed behind him. He walked into the bathroom and put her down gently.

"You'll need to...wash. Lots. And..."

He closed his eyes briefly.

"Do you have any antiseptic cream? You'll need that too."

Rebekah

Rebekah nodded.

"There's some in here somewhere..."

She bit her lip and touched his cheek gently.

"Thank you."

Octavian.

"I couldn't save you," Octavian said in blank voice.

"This is the least I can do. I'll go get that cream."

He left. His eyes fell on a knife and he wet his lips, almost swaying towards it.

Rebekah and Bobby

"Don't you dare," Rebekah's voice came through clear in Octavian's head. "You do, and I will too."

She started to take her shirt off, rolling her shoulder slightly.

Bobby found no one in Octavian's room, so he darted to Rebekah's and threw the door open.

"Oh thank God, are you ok?"

Octavian.

Octavian blinked slightly and shook himself.

"I'm fine...need to help Bek."

He found the cream and went back into the bathroom, handing it to her.

"Here."

F*cking useless coward, f*cking slut, stupid, worthless, stupid, stupid, weak so f*cking weak...

Rebekah and Bobby

Rebekah took it and placed her hand on Octavian's shoulder. She looked him in the eyes.

"No. You're not. If that were true, why would you have come after me?"

Bobby walked into the bathroom and gasped.

"What the..."

Octavian.

"God, I'm so sorry...I tried..."

Octavian rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

"I couldn't...I'm so sorry, Bek..."

Rebekah and Bobby

Rebekah kissed Octavian's cheek softly.

"It's ok, this wasn't your fault. I'm sorry that..."

She slid her pants down, not really caring that Octavian and Bobby were both there.

Bobby's eyes widened at the sight of Rebekah.

"I'll kill him."

Rebekah turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature, then hopped in, letting the hot water scald her slightly.

Octavian.

Octavian felt along his cheek carefully, wrapping his other arm around his stomach. God, he was going to throw up again in a minute. The world was swimming in front of his eyes and he swayed slightly.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby noticed Octavian's look and lifted the toilet lid up, gently nudging the other teen to it.

Rebekah keened in the shower, watching as the blood ran off her body.

Octavian.

Octavian let himself be nudged and shot Bobby an almost grateful look, before he threw up into the the toilet. He threw up blood.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby sighed and went and got a glass of water.

"Here, wash your mouth out with this," he said softly, rubbing Octavian's back gently.

Rebekah turned the water off and grabbed a towel, gently patting herself dry and wincing every few moments.

Octavian.

Octavian gagged and spat more blood into the toilet. He looked up and took the cup.

"Thanks," he said softly.

He took a mouthful of the water and rinsed it around his mouth, spitting it into the toilet as well. A tooth was loose for sure...and dear Father must have really got him good with that stomach punch if he was throwing up blood. Kidneys or something.

"Bek, use the cream, everywhere. Infections hurt."

Bobby and Rebekah

"You're staying in my room tonight, I'm not leaving you alone," Bobby said.

He grabbed the hand towel and created up some ice. He wrapped the ice in the towel and handed it to Octavian.

Rebekah picked up the cream and opened the lid, squeezing some onto her finger and spreading it over the areas that had been torn.

Octavian.

Octavian held the ice to the aching welt on his cheek.

"Why does it matter? If he doesn't f*ck me, he'll f*ck someone else. I don't want anyone else to get hurt."

And maybe he would go too far and kill me next time.

Bobby and Rebekah

"We'll stop him, somehow," Bobby said.

Rebekah wrapped her towel around herself and came out of the shower. She bent and put an arm around Octavian.

"And I'd never let that happen. Tav, I would let him repeat what happened if it spared you anything."

She picked up her clothes and suddenly had an urge to burn them.

Octavian.

Octavian rested his head against his forearms.

"It never stops. I moved to America, and it still didn't stop. We went to Australia. He found me there. We came here, and he hurt you, Bek. Maybe I should just move home. Least then he'll only hurt me."

Rebekah and Bobby

"Octavian, please listen, that was my fault for trusting him... not yours."

Rebekah kissed his head and went out into the room, dressing in light blue pj pants and a matching singlet.

Bobby sighed.

"So, I'll take it Jono doesn't know who did this to Bek, and he won't either, right? And if that's the case, we won't tell him about you, Tav, ok?"

Octavian.

"Please," Octavian said softly.

He swallowed hard.

Bobby and Rebekah

"Alright, that's what we'll do. Tav, can you walk to my room, or shall I flex my manly muscles and carry you?"

Bobby patted Octavian's shoulder gently.

"Are you going to be ok, Bek?"

Rebekah nodded, lying through her teeth as she said "Yes."

She just needed to cry, but was holding it in desperately.

Octavian.

"I can walk," Octavian said.

He got to his feet slowly, wincing as he felt a small amount of blood slide down the inside of his legs.

"Don't want us to wait until Jono gets here?" he asked Rebekah.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby put his arm around Octavian, supporting his weight.

"I'll be ok," Rebekah said, forcing a small smile on her face. "Go get cleaned up, and get some sleep... and... thank you again."

Octavian.

"You don't have anything to thank me for," Octavian said dully.

He shook off Bobby's arm and glided out the door, pain evident in his walk. He didn't deserve help.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby went over and kissed Rebekah's forehead.

"Get some sleep, and I'll come see you tomorrow morning."

"Ok," Rebekah replied, sitting down gingerly on her bed.

Bobby closed her door and started after Octavian.

Rebekah lay against the pillows and burst into tears.

Octavian.

Octavian entered his room and closed the door behind him, stripping as he went. His breath caught in uneven sobs as he stumbled into the bathroom.

This time, someone else had got hurt. Because he was too weak to stand up to his perverted father. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and sent his fist through it and into the wall behind. His wrist and hand bled.

And it didn't hurt enough.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby stopped off at his room and grabbed some alcohol and then went into Octavian's room.

Rebekah's fingers twitched, and she closed her eyes, but couldn't get the pictures from her mind.

Octavian & Jonothon.

Octavian dragged a jagged piece of glass over the inside of his arm, watching with morbid fascination as it started to heal over. Lines scraped up and down his arms, laid close together.

Jonothon entered the hotel and headed for Rebekah's room.

He knocked gently at her door, breathing in deeply through his nose as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Bek, it's me."

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby went into the bathroom and grabbed the glass from Octavian's hand, wincing slightly as it cut into his hand.

"Come on... let's get drunk and watch cartoons."

Rebekah looked at the door.

"It's open."

Octavian & Jonothon.

Octavian stared at Bobby, blinking as if he couldn't remeber who he was.

"Yeah, ok..."

Jonothon opened the door slowly and entered, sliding his guitar off his shoulder to rest against the wall. He closed the door behind him.

"Have you seen a sawbones or summat?"

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby grabbed some bandages from the medicine cabinet and some cream. He smeared it over Octavian's hands and arms and banadged it up gently.

"If we're lucky, we could probably watch The Smurfs."

Rebekah shook her head.

"I'm ok, really, I..."

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

Octavian & Jonothon.

Octavian nodded dumbly, blue eyes blank and dead. His face was carefully expressionless. He didn't even wince when Bobby touched his wounds.

"So, are you going to report it?" Jonothon asked as he moved over.

"Cos you really should."

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby led Octavian to the bed and switched the tv on, handing the other teen some alcohol.

Rebekah shook her head.

"He... he paid off the staff... it's no use."

Rebekah looked up at Jono.

"Thank you for coming."

Octavian & Jonothon.

Octavian held the bottle in his hands, slowly opening and closing his eyes. He was rapidly descending into a state of shock.

"People shouldn't get away with stuff like that..." Jonothon said in disgust.

"It's a bleeding disgrace. And it's no bother. At all. I'm just sorry I can't bring you the guy's bollocks on a plate."

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby peered at Octavian.

"Do you want me to get help?"

Rebekah reached over and took Jono's hand.

"I... I don't want to be a pain... but... would you stay here tonight? I... I don't want to be alone."

Octavian & Jonothon.

Octavian shook his head.

"No. What I want is to die. Don't want to help?"

"It's no bother. I'll stay," Jonothon said gently, squeezing her hand lightly.

Bobby and Rebekah

"I don't actually feel like helping you with that tonight."

Rebekah patted the space on the bed next to her.

"Thanks... I just, I'm not..."

Octavian & Jonothon.

"Why not? Bout all I'm good for...f*cking and bleeding."

Octavian picked at the bandages, not looking at Bobby.

"It's fine."

Jonothon sat next to her.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby shook his head.

"No, you're good for the odd practical joke... plus there's annoying Dawn, that's always fun too."

Bobby was hoping to cheer him up even slightly.

Rebekah leaned her head on Jono's shoulder and started to cry again, feeling her mask crack.

"I'm such a... this is all my fault."

Octavian & Jonothon.

Octavian smiled slightly.

"It isn't, Bek," Jonothon said firmly.

"It's not your fault."

He put his arm around her waist gently.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby nodded.

"Oh and copying history work... you were always good for that too... you know what? If we were actually engaging in proper schooling this year, I would promise to do my work."

He frowned.

"Well, I know that was an outright lie, I didn't even fool myself this time."

Rebekah buried her head in his chest, her shoulders shaking.

"I shouldn't've trusted him..."

Octavian & Jonothon.

Octavian smiled weakly.

"Maybe if you tried harder you could fool yourself..."

He lifted the bottle to his lips, hand shaking slightly.

Jonothon stroked her hair.

"Trusting people is a good thing. You couldn't know he was a scumbag. Shh, Bek, shh..."

Bobby and Rebekah

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Anyway, I'd do work in history if Storm's breasts didn't distract me," Bobby said, nodding.

Rebekah took one of his hands and entwined their fingers.

"It just hurts..."

Octavian, Demetria & Jonothon.

"Sure," Octavian said.

"History's interesting, you know."

There was a knock and Octavian looked up.

"Come in."

Demetria entered, looking upset and Octavian's whole deamnour changed.

"Dem, what's wrong?"

He put down the bottle and walked over to her as she shut the door.

"Our parents were here. Well, they left again now. Mother was upset and Father was...I don't know. Odd."

"If they left, then that's good," Octavian murmured, curling his fingers through her hair.

"Mother was just...oh, you know. I looked like a scarlet woman, how dare I, not fit to carry the family name..."

Octavian kissed her gently.

"Come and sit down. We're watching cartoons and getting drunk."

"Ah, Bek..."

Jonothon rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby patted Demetria's shoulder.

"Cheer up, it's The Smurfs."

Rebekah sighed and relaxed into Jono's side.

"I don't know what I'm doing."

Octavian, Demetria & Jonothon.

Octavian smiled slightly as Demetria looked at him.

"Tavvie, what happened to your face?"

She touched the riding crop welt gently.

"I went skiing. I didn't stop and I skied into a tree. The tree was rather upset about the whole incident."

"You shouldn't be drinking if you've got a concussion," Demetria said as they sat down on the bed and curled up around each other.

"That will make it worse."

"Yes, mum."

"Don't call me that."

"I'll tell you something. None of us knows what the f*ck we're doing. We just pretend," Jonothon said.

Bobby and Rebekah

"Trees can be like that. I remember once when I was a kid, I was climbing a tree, and the branch and I had a minor disagreement, and it broke. And I fell and broke my wrist."

Bobby nodded, as though this were the most serious injury he'd ever had.

"I thought I was going to die, and my brother kept telling me to shut up."

Rebekah nodded and closed her eyes, only to open them right away.

"I'm sorry for yelling in your head."

Demetria, Octavian & Jonothon.

"I got thrown from a horse once and broke my hip," Demetria said.

"Stupid idiot stallion. Like most males."

"You were only 12, not exactly big enough to control Diablo...and he was called that for a very good reason," Octavian said.

Demetria pouted.

"S'alright. You needed to," Jonothon said.

Bobby and Rebekah

"Hmm, well I suppose you beat me with my pansy broken wrist then."

Bobby pouted.

"I thought I was quite manly."

Rebekah looked up at Jono.

"I don't know why Rogue didn't keep you."

She felt the pull of sleep and she closed her eyes and drifted off.

Demetria, Octavian & Jonothon.

"Oh, Tavvie beats both of us," Demetria said, and kissed Bobby's pout.

"He liked to climb trees...but he wasn't as good at it as he is now. He broke a lot of bones."

"But all better now," Octavian said.

"I don't fall so easily anymore."

Jonothon laid her down gently and put the blanket over her.

"Neither do I, ducks."

Bobby and Rebekah

Bobby lay back on the bed.

"Years of a misspent youth..."

Bobby rolled his pants up and indicated to faded scars on his legs.

"I ran around and caused trouble a lot."

Rebekah rolled over and hissed in a breath, then relaxed, keeping her hand on Jono's.

Octavian, Demetria & Jonothon.

"My scars disappeared when my mutation kicked in," Octavian said.

"Useful, that."

"I don't know...one of the sexiest things about Spike is that nick in his eyebrow," Demetria said.

Jonothon squeezed her hand gently, then sat up to take his Docs off.

Bobby and Rebekah

"And the accent... well, ok, you guys have accents too. I guess I'm a bit of an accent whore."

Bobby shrugged.

Rebekah whimpered slightly in her sleep, kicking out.

Demetria, Octavian & Jonothon.

"Ah yes, but Spike's voice is just sexy," Demetria said.

"Jono actually has the same kind of voice. Or he would, you know, if he could talk."

Octavian chuckled slightly.

"And we love you too, Bobby."

Jonothon looked up and then laid back down, drawing her body against his.

"Shadows are fallin'
and I'm runnin' out of breath
keep me in your heart for awhile

If I leave you
it doesn't mean I love you any less
keep me in your heart for a while

When you get up in the mornin'
and you see that crazy sun
keep me in your heart for awhile

There's a train leavin' nightly
called when all is said and done
keep me in your heart for awhile

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lo
Keep me in your heart for awhile
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lo
Keep me in your heart for awhile..."

OOC: Keep me in your heart for a while - Warren Zevon