SparkyCola

ok ok so maybe it took a *little* longer than 10 mins, say...25 mins...but still.


Nightmares

Jesse couldn't breathe. He was 7 years old, and cramped awkwardly in the boot of a car. He was terrified, terrified that he would suffocate, terrified of what his captors would do to him when the car stopped. Terrified of what they would make his dad do in exchange for his life. He wasn't stupid, he knew this was to do with his dad's job. He hadn't been told much, but he surmised that if it was the kind of job which would lead to this kind of situation, and the kind of job he couldn't be told about, it was either top secret government work, or illegal work.

He shook from the cold, he was only in his pyjamas and it was the middle of the night. He tried to stay calm, but the edge of panic in his mind was forcing out all reason, preventing his ability to think clearly. Did they want to hurt him? The car stopped. When the he was freed from his prison, the look in the man's eyes told him everything he needed to know.

Dane never showed his wife the video tape that he'd been sent, showing his beaten up son, terrified and shivering violently on a cold floor. He left her a note telling her that he and Jesse had gone to see the grandparents, Jesse had insisted and Dane couldn't get time off the next week, so they had to go now. It was lame, but the best he could come up with, and he knew his wife would see it as another reason to be angry with him, without really thinking about the legitamacy of the note. She was too busy working to think about it. Dane set off to rescue his son, and did, killing Jesse's captors. He knew then, that his work affected Jesse too dangerously, and that he had to leave. It was the hardest thing he ever had to do, and harder still that his wife would never truly understand why. Jesse blocked out the experience, though it came back in his dreams.

Jesse's mother never noticed the bruises on his arms, even though she was a doctor, but then she never noticed when he was hurt. She was never there to comfort him when he had nightmares, and the kidnapping he could never tell anyone about existed only at night, and in his claustrophobia, which his mother sneered at.

Jesse looked up into that man's eyes and saw malicious intent. He tried to break free, but couldn't, as the man grabbed his small body so firmly his hands dug bruises into his skin. His vulnerable body stood no chance against the grown man, and he helplessly cried out as pain was forced upon him.

"Jesse...Jesse...wake up!"

Groggily Jesse forced his eyes upon to see Mark.

"You were having a nightmare..."

Jesse tried to take in his surroundings, but he was still shaking slightly from the vividness of his nightmare.

"Oh..."

"Want to tell me about it?"

Jesse wanted to, but something stopped him. He saw his father.
Jesse, listen to me, you mustn't tell anyone about this, ever. not EVER. Do you understand? If you ever tell anyone about this, it could happen again. And maybe next time i won't be able to save you.
He made an effort to smile at Mark, as if he were ok, and told himself ot stop shaking.

"Thanks, but I can't really remember it."

Mark smiled warmly at him, despite knowing full well his friend was lying.

"Ok. Try and get some sleep."

Mark went back to his bedroom and pondered the nightmare Jesse felt unable to talk about.
Jesse lay on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, trying to push the images of the nightmare out of his mind and find something good to think about before he tried to go back to sleep.
Dane woke suddenly on a hotel bed. He had seen a lot of horrible things in his life, but seeing his 7 year old son in the state he had found him in that night, and knowing it had been his fault, still gave him nightmares.

By SparkyCola

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