DaveJohn - Sadstuck- Chapter 13/?

It’s been a week since your face to face conversation with your Dad, and you’re finally ready. You decided to stay late and work on an art project you fell behind with. You told Dave to go on ahead, and you’d be along once you finished it up. He hesitated for a minute before you kissed his cheek and sent him on his way. He doesn’t know how much you’ve actually been dying to call your Dad. To just talk to him. He  needs  you, or at least you think he does. He looked so lost and abandoned when you’d told him you wouldn’t ever go back to him. You have to make this right. It doesn’t matter how much he’s hurt you, you could never hurt him back.

 

You’re finished up with your art project in an hour and standing in an empty room, holding your phone, and… well, just holding it. Your Dad’s number is glaring at you from the screen, but you can’t do anything but stare at it. In your mind all the memories are flooding back. You told him, he raped you, your life went on with daily beating because you’re dating Dave, Dave came over, you went to church, Dad almost raped you when you got home, Dave and you hanging out every night-- Twice. Your Dad has scarred you twice. He’s used your body in a twisted way to do what again? Punish you?? In the midst of your thoughts you didn’t realize you were crying. Not heavily sobbing or anything, just, crying silently. There’s an ache inside of you a desire to hate him. The want to hate your Dad. You take a deep breath instead, and wipe your eyes. The itch inside of you fades and your finger taps the “call” button. Another breath to calm down your shaky breath as you hold it up to your ear.

 

One ring…

Two rings…

Three ri-

 

“Hello? John?” You haven’t heard his voice in a week, and the tears come rushing back, but you stop them. You miss him so much. Another breath.

“Johnathon are you there?” There’s hope in his voice.

“Hey dad.” An exhale.

“Are you...are you okay?”

“D-dad, I…” Your voice is cracking. You’re hurting him, and it’s tearing you apart. All you can see is his hurt face. “I’m sorry.”

It’s quiet on his end. “Does that mean..you’ll come home?”

A small pause on your end. Is that a good idea? Should you go home?? “No.” You say that firmly enough. “I was just, calling to tell you that I love you. I know w-we’re not on the best terms, but, I love you, and I really miss you Dad.”

There’s a pause on his end. “I miss you too, son.” His voice is thick with unshed tears. “I miss you so much, I just want you to come home.”

You sniff and wipe your eyes. “Will you accept me as I am now? With Dave??”

You hear him breath in, and choke up. Is this it, is he finally going to accept this? “No.” His voice his strained and he chokes up again.

“I'm so sorry Dad.” You whisper it. “I can’t… I can’t go back until you do.” You hear him crying on the other end and hang up. It hurts. You hurt. Deep down in your heart, you feel something broken slowly start mending. It’ll take awhile, but you know you’re doing the right thing.

 

⇒ Be Dave

 

Who the fuck has time for introductions? Not you. That’s who.

Anyway, you’re already almost home, just climbing the stairs.  It’s been over a week since John told you he was raped. Bro doesn’t know, but he should. You know John should be the, but you know he’s never going to tell Bro. He just doesn’t think it’s a good idea, and you can’t even wrap your head around that. You only want to help, but whenever you so much as bring up the subject he get insanely defensive. You don’t get it. He’s hurting on the inside, and you can see something’s been up since his father ‘visited’ him.

You open the front door with a revelation in mind already. Your eyes scan the room, but no Bro in sight, not even in the kitchen. The next stop is his room/ You throw your backpack off to the side and stride to Bro’s room, knocking confidently on his door.

“Sup?” He calls and you open the door.

“Bro, I need to tell you something.”

“Oh, you finally want to get tested to see if you're clean?” He whirls around, smirk dropping into a frown as he sees your very serious face.

“It’s about John.” He sits up straighter, giving you his full undivided attention. You take in a breath.





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It’s an hour after the sun has set and you're sitting on the couch with Bro watching some shitty funny movie. It’s actually funny, for you, but Bro is completely stoic. Tense even. Business must be rough. A commercial sounds and you turn the volume down a bit.

“So, John.” His voice is low, and strained.

“Yes Bro? Need another back massage?” You sit a ways away, really to move so he can lay down. Normally when he speaks like this is because he’s really stressed and needs to relax. Although the use of your first name is a little weird.

His jaw grinds a little. Strange. Bro usually knows what he wants to say. “Dave and I had a little…’chat.’” You raise your eyebrow and nod slowly. “So, when exactly were you planin’ on tell someone about your Dad’s...episodes of rage?”

You blink in confusion. “Well, I’m pretty sure that it’s all okay now. I mean, no more bruises, and stuff.”

“Stuff?” He raises his brow.

“Yeah, bruises and bruises.” You shrug. He sighs and rubs his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

“John. Dave told me.”

You blink, realization slowly setting in. “Told you...what?”

“Your Dad’s in jail now John, okay?” All the air rushes out of your lungs at his words. You're up and running to Dave’s room with Bro right behind you demanding answers. You ignore him and slam Dave’s door open, making him jump, then winced at the rage on his face.  “You asshole!” You yell, Bro shutting up. “How could you tell him?! I told you I’d do it myself!”

“John.” You whirl towards bro.

“How could you put my Dad in jail?! You had no right to do that!” He takes a step back and you rush past him and to your room, slamming the door behind you.

It feels like your world is crumbling around you.