FIC: I know how it feels…
Aug. 31st, 2015 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
szarabasjka from a tumblr prompt:
Is there anything about being the one who helps Spencer when he get’s strapped to the goalpost in highschool (S3|E16)? If not, yould some1 write it, please? :) xx
I know how it feels…
Author: Kali
Rating: Gen
***
“I’m a coward.” She repeats to herself as she walks down the empty hallways towards the exit, she knows what’s gonna happen, she had heard the people walking out laughing and making fun.
She heard them at lunch among the jocks and popular kids where her classmates sit. “She told him already let’s go.”
One year ago, when she was freshman, it’d have been her, the joke. Why she couldn’t say a thing when it was 12 y.o. little Spencer.
As she walks out she was debating going to tell teachers, she should… but being a tail tell never bode well in high school.
She walks down the field towards the football field, and as she walks she hears the laughter and the people cheering and catcalling and making fun. It was horrible, it was like a roman circus, it was humiliating and exhilarating in a terrible way.
Among the whole crowd without ONE adult to deffent them is the young lanky skinny boy, nothing more than a boy. “stop!” her weak voice couldn’t be heard over the general rockus, at least 50 people is watching and nobody does anything to make them stop.
“nice tiddy whities sprout.” One of the guys took his glasses off and then emptied a coke can over his head. He’s crying. Spencer, the innocent kid is crying.
“Stop!!” she screams again and tries to claw her way among the small crowd. “He’s just a kid.”
A girl she never spoke to, one of the girls in her AP chemistry class pushed her back. “Step away, grease ball.” She said after punching her in the stomach so hard she ended up winded, the girl made her fall, people laughed at her too.
Laughed at her but the only thing resonating in her ears were the pleas, the cracked voice of the kid begging to be let go. “Please… please. I won’t tell anything… just let me go.”
By the time they got tired of the show, or maybe too afraid of someone finding out what was happening.
It was almost dark when she finally got up drying tears from her face and got close to the boy. He had cried until there were no more tears in his eyes.
She got up and moved to him. “hey.” She got close trying to touch his sun burnt skin. “Hey… shhhh…”
Spencer flinched as someone touched his skin it burns and it feels horrible, but the tenderness of the touch, the sweetness of how she tries to reassure him that he’s safe now. “You’ll be fine, I’m gonna help okay?” and finally this giant brown eyes turned upwards to try from his sticky prison of tape.
He knows her; she’s one of the girls struggling with AP chemistry. Second year, smart but a loner, always too shy to give the answers he’s read in her notes long before the teacher ask the question. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”
Spencer tries hard to raise his legs as high as possible, to hide his genitals, he’s completely naked, a thin red line of dried blood running down his lips and a big splotchy one from his nose. “Oh… sweetie, I’m so sorry…” is the same tenderness from the older girl that makes him cry again. “Shhh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” she takes her overshirt, a green plaid thing, and covers him with it. “I won’t see anything, okay? Don’t have to worry.” She fishes her keychain and opens one of many sides to show a small hardly two inches long blade. Not sharp enough to do much harm, but sharp enough to cut duct tape.
As she cuts strap after strap Spencer regain control of his legs and arms and starts moving away from her. “That’s it…” he was still sitting on the floor. “Are you okay? Do you need me to call a teacher’ an ambulance?”
“no…” it was fast and his words harsher than intended but if she did call police or anyone, they’ll take him away from his mom, and he has to take care of mom.
The girl looked startled at him for a second. “Okay… ” She looked around finding some of his clothes. “I think I can find your pants… I could drive you home… ” he was still sitting on the floor right where the bullies had tied him. “Sweetie… are you okay?”
For some reason Spencer wants to say no, instead he nods and starts crying again heartbroken sobs that shake his entire still too small frame. “No, please no…” without thinking she gets to him and hugs him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” her arms tighten around him. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve done something sooner, I should have done something…” –I’m a bad person trapped in her throat.
Finally Spencer arms move and wrap around her. “They were all looking, all of them, just looking!” he sobbed. “I did nothing wrong… why do they hate me?”
Her eyes sting with tears as her chest constrict at the sad question. “Nothing, you did nothing wrong, you’re amazing, you’re special…” and sobbing with him. “They’re jealous of how special you are…”
It took them half an hour to get Spencer stuff together. “Let’s get something to eat before I take you home…” she begged once he was dressed and far calmer. “Have you tasted Lucy’s diner curly fries?” she put her arm around the shoulders of the boy, he only reach her half way to her arm.
Spencer sighed and bit his bottom lip. “No, but sounds cool…”
She knows how it feels like to be the freak, the one bullied, that’s why she stayed and helped him.
Diana was giving a long monologue about Proust when Spencer passed the door, there was nothing done in the kitchen and her pills were thrown across the carpet while she cheaded on imaginary students who skip homework. “You there… nobody get into my lectures after the hour young man.”
“Sorry professor…” he says as he closes the door, the blue old rusty Toyota his friend drives disappearing down the street. The promise: “see you tomorrow at school” made things more bearable for a while.
The end.
Is there anything about being the one who helps Spencer when he get’s strapped to the goalpost in highschool (S3|E16)? If not, yould some1 write it, please? :) xx
I know how it feels…
Author: Kali
Rating: Gen
***
“I’m a coward.” She repeats to herself as she walks down the empty hallways towards the exit, she knows what’s gonna happen, she had heard the people walking out laughing and making fun.
She heard them at lunch among the jocks and popular kids where her classmates sit. “She told him already let’s go.”
One year ago, when she was freshman, it’d have been her, the joke. Why she couldn’t say a thing when it was 12 y.o. little Spencer.
As she walks out she was debating going to tell teachers, she should… but being a tail tell never bode well in high school.
She walks down the field towards the football field, and as she walks she hears the laughter and the people cheering and catcalling and making fun. It was horrible, it was like a roman circus, it was humiliating and exhilarating in a terrible way.
Among the whole crowd without ONE adult to deffent them is the young lanky skinny boy, nothing more than a boy. “stop!” her weak voice couldn’t be heard over the general rockus, at least 50 people is watching and nobody does anything to make them stop.
“nice tiddy whities sprout.” One of the guys took his glasses off and then emptied a coke can over his head. He’s crying. Spencer, the innocent kid is crying.
“Stop!!” she screams again and tries to claw her way among the small crowd. “He’s just a kid.”
A girl she never spoke to, one of the girls in her AP chemistry class pushed her back. “Step away, grease ball.” She said after punching her in the stomach so hard she ended up winded, the girl made her fall, people laughed at her too.
Laughed at her but the only thing resonating in her ears were the pleas, the cracked voice of the kid begging to be let go. “Please… please. I won’t tell anything… just let me go.”
By the time they got tired of the show, or maybe too afraid of someone finding out what was happening.
It was almost dark when she finally got up drying tears from her face and got close to the boy. He had cried until there were no more tears in his eyes.
She got up and moved to him. “hey.” She got close trying to touch his sun burnt skin. “Hey… shhhh…”
Spencer flinched as someone touched his skin it burns and it feels horrible, but the tenderness of the touch, the sweetness of how she tries to reassure him that he’s safe now. “You’ll be fine, I’m gonna help okay?” and finally this giant brown eyes turned upwards to try from his sticky prison of tape.
He knows her; she’s one of the girls struggling with AP chemistry. Second year, smart but a loner, always too shy to give the answers he’s read in her notes long before the teacher ask the question. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.”
Spencer tries hard to raise his legs as high as possible, to hide his genitals, he’s completely naked, a thin red line of dried blood running down his lips and a big splotchy one from his nose. “Oh… sweetie, I’m so sorry…” is the same tenderness from the older girl that makes him cry again. “Shhh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” she takes her overshirt, a green plaid thing, and covers him with it. “I won’t see anything, okay? Don’t have to worry.” She fishes her keychain and opens one of many sides to show a small hardly two inches long blade. Not sharp enough to do much harm, but sharp enough to cut duct tape.
As she cuts strap after strap Spencer regain control of his legs and arms and starts moving away from her. “That’s it…” he was still sitting on the floor. “Are you okay? Do you need me to call a teacher’ an ambulance?”
“no…” it was fast and his words harsher than intended but if she did call police or anyone, they’ll take him away from his mom, and he has to take care of mom.
The girl looked startled at him for a second. “Okay… ” She looked around finding some of his clothes. “I think I can find your pants… I could drive you home… ” he was still sitting on the floor right where the bullies had tied him. “Sweetie… are you okay?”
For some reason Spencer wants to say no, instead he nods and starts crying again heartbroken sobs that shake his entire still too small frame. “No, please no…” without thinking she gets to him and hugs him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” her arms tighten around him. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve done something sooner, I should have done something…” –I’m a bad person trapped in her throat.
Finally Spencer arms move and wrap around her. “They were all looking, all of them, just looking!” he sobbed. “I did nothing wrong… why do they hate me?”
Her eyes sting with tears as her chest constrict at the sad question. “Nothing, you did nothing wrong, you’re amazing, you’re special…” and sobbing with him. “They’re jealous of how special you are…”
It took them half an hour to get Spencer stuff together. “Let’s get something to eat before I take you home…” she begged once he was dressed and far calmer. “Have you tasted Lucy’s diner curly fries?” she put her arm around the shoulders of the boy, he only reach her half way to her arm.
Spencer sighed and bit his bottom lip. “No, but sounds cool…”
She knows how it feels like to be the freak, the one bullied, that’s why she stayed and helped him.
Diana was giving a long monologue about Proust when Spencer passed the door, there was nothing done in the kitchen and her pills were thrown across the carpet while she cheaded on imaginary students who skip homework. “You there… nobody get into my lectures after the hour young man.”
“Sorry professor…” he says as he closes the door, the blue old rusty Toyota his friend drives disappearing down the street. The promise: “see you tomorrow at school” made things more bearable for a while.
The end.
