Eric and Nick Ch.01

Note: This story is completely fictional!

I am running as fast as I can trying to get away from him, the man with the knife thats supposed to be my father. He's in one of his alcoholic rages again and he's coming after me just like usual, except this time he has a knife and intends to use it.

I run up the stairs looking for an exit, anywhere I can go to get away from him, but im trapped. I turn right and run straight into the bathroom, a big ball falls in the pit of my stomach knowing I got nowhere to go and he's finally got me this time.

I start to plead with him,"Father, please don't do this!"

"You know I have to,"He mumbles ,walking slowly to me backing me into the bathtub,"it's the only way."

"No its not, i'll leave if you want me to, I will never bother you again," I beg him. He looks like he's going to think about it and I take this moment to make a run for it.

I run past him out into the hall and I begin to go down the stairs but he's right behind me and he pushes me. I try to keep my balance but I can't grasp anything and I fall down the stairs and land on my back. I lay there gasping in pain trying to crawl away my vision is starting to blur from the pain.

All of a sudden he grabs my hair and yanks my head back and I scream in pain,"Aaahhh,Please let me go!"

"Now now, you know I can't do that,little Nicky," he lets go of my hair and puts his knee on the side of my face to make sure im still and the other knee on my butt to hold me there.

He takes his knife and cuts away my t-shirt,I start struggling knowing he's going to use the knife on me,he pushes the knife right at the top of my shoulder-blade and I instantly still.

"Now are you going to be a good boy,Nicky?" he asks me

"Never, you lunatic! Your not my father!" I scream at him, fearing for my life.

He leans down and whispers in my ear,"Wrong answer," and with that he slices my back from my right shoulder to my left hip. I scream out in severe agony, welcoming the incoming blackness.

***

My father was always a proud man, so whenever he would go out in public my mother and I would have to stay at home. My Mother was a beautiful woman, She had long white hair,short in height,had a small frame and was part cat. Since my mother was part cat and I got that gene from her. 

My mother finally got up the courage one day to runaway, she made it but I didn't. She didn't come back for me and at first I resented her for it but i grew to understand that she wanted to but she knew he would probably kill her if she came back for me. So I was stuck with my so called 'father'.

When he would go into his alcoholic rages he would get violent and beat me, blaming me for my mother leaving him and somehow he found out my deepest secret. I tried to keep it a secret from him but somehow he found out about it. I was gay.

Since my mother left I had been in the hospital over a dozen times and everytime he would make up some reason for me being hurt. I wanted to yell out to everyone that this man beat me and no one could see it. Of all the times he beat me he never did pull out a knife, untill that night.

***

After I blacked out I woke up in a bright white room, it took me a couple minutes to realize it was a hospital room. I looked at my hand and saw an I.V. in it, I followed the tube up to a machine that was dripping medicine in it. I also heard a beeping sound so I looked over a bit and saw a machine keeping track of my heart rate. I didn't want to lay here hooked to all these machines I wanted to get out of here, to get away from my crazy so called 'father'.

I pulled the covers off me and tried to sit up and I screamed in pain, remembering my father cutting me all the way across my back. A moment later I saw this nurse come in and push me back on the sheets telling me to be still or i'm gonna reopen the wound.

I stopped moving and layed back on the stiff bed, grimcing as I put pressure on my back.

"Are you ok?" the female nurse asked me

"Well, considering im in a hospital with a cut all the way across my back...I'd say im doing just fine," I say to her trying to be a smartass but she saw right through me and told me she'd be back with the doctor and he would give me some pain medication.

A few moments later a tall handsome doctor came onto the room with the nurse in tow. The doctor was about six feet tall with a medium build and the brightest forest green eyes i've ever seen.

He came over to my bed and picked up my chart at the end of my bed,"Hello,"he looks down at the chart,"Mr.Conner, my names Doctor Erik Shields and i'm your doctor" He looks up at me and smiles a smile that makes you want to smile too.

"Hello Doctor Shields," I greet him smiling also,"so how bad am I?" I ask looking down at my hands playing with my I.V. I feel ashamed that everyone probably knows about what happened.

"Well, considering you have a large cut across your back and a lot of bruises...I'd say your doing alright," He looked down at me with a smile that didn't meet his eyes. I looked in his eyes and saw that he knew I was in pain and that he wanted to ask me what happened.

"You can go back to work now Ms.Johnson, I can handle him from here," Doctor shields told the female nurse with a smile. She nodded and headed out of the room.

"So, do you want to tell me what happened,Mr. Conner?" he asked with kind and gentle tone.

"First off you can call me Nick and I have a question before I tell you anything..." I tell him looking at him hard.

"Ok then you can call me Erik, go ahead and ask your question." he looked at me waiting for my question.

"Where is my...I mean...where is 'He'?" I asked, scared, not knowing if I wanted the answer. What if he got away? What if he was here in the hospital? My heart rate is rising and my breathing is coming faster.

The next thing I know the Doctor is right beside me moving my hair out of the way, brushing my ears at the sametime trying to tell me to calm down. 

"Its alright, shhhh, its ok, hes been put away for good," he said try to calm me down.

"F-For good?" I ask still a little scared, looking up at his beautiful green eyes.

"Yes for good, matter of fact, he's getting the death sentence," he said and smiled at me.

I exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding and my head falls forward onto his chest and I close my eyes and I feel like i'm safe for the first time in my life. I can feel tears running down my face wetting his white coat.

I sniff and sit up, wipping my eyes,"Sorry I got your shirt wet," I tell him looking down sheepishly.

"Its alright, I understand. Who could not cry after all thats happened to you, little one?" I gasped and looked up into his eyes and I saw that he now knew what happened to me, what my so called 'father' did to me all those years.

I just put my head onto his chest again and whisper,"Thank You"

"Your welcome," he says to me,"get some sleep, you need it little one."

To Be Continued...