Title Come to My Rescue
Author Me, eastyn/ xslashtacularx
Rating Pg to NC-17 (Will vary through-out the chapters)
Summary Billy Martin is 16 years old. He’s invisible to the world. Unnoticed. Alone. Beaten and harassed by some, ignored and left alone by others. Could life get any worse? His existence is miserable, and there’s nothing to live for anymore. Until one day… when he enters Billy’s life.
Disclaimer I do not own or know or associate with any of the people mentioned in this fictional story. This is not their true identity, nor their true feelings, thoughts, or sexualities.
NOTES!: After five whole months of nothing, I feel terrible, but was once again inspired and have brought VTMR back to life! I’m sorry for the excruciatingly long wait, but I’ve got a new chapter for you all!
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I sit alone in my bedroom, legs dangling over the edge of my bed as I stare at the wall in front of me. Of course it was too good to be true. There’s no way that Tony will ever want to be with me, now. I ruined it all. It’s all my fault that this happened.
And now Tony is going to leave me. He already thinks I’m a disgusting, dirty little whore. But who wouldn’t? It’s exactly what I am. I let that happen to me. I let it happen. I’m dirty. So fucking ruined and it’s all my fault.
I sigh, flopping back on my bed and closing my eyes. There’s nothing I can do to make it any better. I ruined this. No more Tony, no more boyfriend, no more.. Him. Now what.
I groan, pulling myself up from my bed and leave the room, looking at pictures as I walk down the hall. I stop, eyes staring into one.
I was seven. My mother took this picture. I remember, when I see it. It’s a playground, during the summer. There’s one child in the backdrop, he must have been running across, just as my mom snapped the picture.
And there’s me. I’m on a swing, feet stretched out towards the sky, a big smile on my face. My father was pushing me. My father was the cause of that smile and extreme joy. My father was the reason I thought I could touch the sky that day. My father loved me then.
I slowly bring my hand up, fingertips grazing over the glass frame, touching my father’s face in the picture. I feel a frown, and a tightening in my chest. I was happy, then. My father loved me. Cared about me. Played with me. He pushed me on swings and gave me shoulder rides. He watched Spider-Man on Saturday mornings, and he got his fingers covered in glitter and glue when I wanted to make a craft. My father tucked me into bed every night, kissed my forehead, and just as he closed the door to leave, would whisper ‘I love you, son.’.
I feel my eyes well up and I look away from the picture. I will not let myself cry. I just.. Miss that. I miss my dad. And I wonder what happened. Why he changed. What moment defined who he is now.
Shaking my head from all thoughts, I wander down the stairs and into the kitchen. My mom is sat at the table, reading the newspaper, and drinking a glass of apple juice.
“Hi, baby.” She says, eyes not leaving her page. I give a soft hello as I go to the cookie jar, grabbing an Oreo, and move to sit at the table with her. A soft sigh causes her to lower her paper, and raise an eyebrow at me.
“What is it, Billy?” She asks, eyes curious.
“Nothing. Long day.” I lie, twisting my Oreo apart.
“Are you sure?”
“Your eyes are red. Have you been crying? Baby why were you crying?”
I sigh. Why do mothers always know things like this?
“Just.. Earlier. I’m okay now. It was nothing Mom, just frustrations.” I say, avoiding her gaze as I pick at the icing in my cookie.
“Billy, baby, you know if you ever need anything, I will do anything to help you? Anything, and I’ll do it.” My mom says, reaching over and placing her hand atop mine. I nod a little, still looking down.
“I know, Mommy.” I say. I know she smiles. She loves the rare occasions when I’ll say ‘mommy’. And it is rare. But I say it when I need to, and sometimes, you need a Mommy, not just a Mom.
I spend a while longer sitting with my mom, talking about things, mostly school, and her work, Sara, me, Tony.
She’s curious about Tony. She tells me to explain him to her in great details. His eyes, his hair, his height, his voice. I ask her how I explain a voice. She tells me to come up with something, which makes me laugh. I tell her he has greyish blue eyes, but when he smiles, they seem brighter. His hair is naturally dark brown, like mine. But he bleaches it. He’s shorter than I am, but that’s only because I’m huge. She laughs.
“You’re not huge, you’re just tall like your mother.” She smiles.
I tell her that Tony’s voice sounds like he’s been smoking for his whole life. As if his throat is full of gravel, but smoothed and softened out like diamond.
I tell her that Tony gives really great hugs, but I think it’s because he works out and has really nice arms. Tony has a lip ring that matches mine, and the first few times he kissed me, it was awkward because we weren’t sure what to do with them, but we figured it out. I tell my Mom that Tony’s real name is Anthony, like mine is William, and that only his mother ever says it.
As I’m rambling on about Tony, my eyes meet my mother’s, and I see that she is smiling, smiling more than I’ve seen in a long time.
“Baby, I am so happy you’ve got him. I hear it in your voice, how much you care about him.” She tells me, squeezing my hand. I smile, and blush a little, and nod.
“He’s great.. And I just want everything to be okay.”
Notes: Five months. I know.
But hey! New chapter! I wanted to establish a role of Billy’s mom, and have her be an actual someone, rather than just ‘Billy’s mom’. So hopefully I did that.
Anyways, thanks for being so patient with me! It means a lot, and I’m going to try to be more frequent now.