| Fan Fiction |
by chinyu
It was the nicest car he had ever been in.
It was a nice, slick BMW.
Leather upholstery, enough legroom for a giant, heated seats and it rode so smoothly.
It was nothing compared to the old beat up 97' Aerostar mini van the orphanage had.
"Do you drive yet, Eunhyuk?" Donghae asked, snapping Eunhyuk out of his car daze.
"No, I don't have the money to pay for all the schooling and tests." He said, ashamed of his financial status.
"Heh," Donghae chuckled, "the test is easy. Just drive around some cones and try and dodge the cardboard cutouts." said Donghae.
"Oh, I don't know how to drive, though..." Eunhyuk trailed off, staring down at his hands.
"I'll teach you." Donghae said nonchalantly, when on the inside he was anything but. "And for the cost of the test, I'm sure I can work something out with the DMV. I'm the mayor's son after all."
"No, its fine. You can teach me if you like, but I can get a job to cover the costs." Eunhyuk never did like receiving hand outs, it made him feel like everyone only felt pity for him; and it killed his pride.
"Okay, I understand." Donghae said, his voice felt let down. He flicked his blinker on and turned into an empty, unpaved lot. "How about we start your lessons?"
Eunhyuk gave him a 'deer in headlights' look. "What?" He blinked, "What about the puzzle?"
Donghae paused. He thought for a moment then turned towards Eunhyuk. "Well its Friday, we have no school tomorrow, how about you stay the night? We'll stay up and put it together." Donghae said as he removed the keys from the ignition. He got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side door. He opened it for Eunhyuk.
"Are you serious?" Eunhyuk asked stepping out of the car. Donghae nodded and handed him the keys. Eunhyuk took the keys and walked around to the driver side.
"Don't be nervous. Just take it slow." Donghae eased Eunhyuk's nerves.
Eunhyuk took the clutch in his hand and gulped. He didn't know if he should push it right, pull it left or up and down. Donghae placed his hand on top of Eunhyuk's. "Switch to first," He pushed the shift to first gear.
Eunhyuk stared down at Donghae's hand.
It was so warm and soft.
It was so comforting.
"Now ease your foot off the brake and gently push down on the gas." Donghae instructed.
Eunhyuk pushed down on the gas firmly. The car jerked forward. Donghae squeezed onto Eunhyuk's hand. "Brake!" He said. Eunhyuk slammed on the brake. Donghae guided the stick shift to neutral. Eunhyuk removed the keys to the ignition.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this. I'll take some free lessons at the library. Then you can teach me." Eunhyuk said, his heart racing. He didn't know, though, if it was racing because car sped forward or because of Donghae's hand, which was still grasping onto his.
"Yeah, and maybe you should learn on an automatic." Donghae laughed. He looked down at the stick shift. His hand rested on top of Eunhyuk's. Eunhyuk's hand was smooth and icy cold, it felt like porcelain. It felt nice under Donghae's. He slowly took his hand back. The feeling of Eunhyuk was still on it.
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That hand, so icy cold.
Smooth like imported silk
It felt so right having mine on top of his.
His hand,
It was so warm.
Soft, soft like fine cotton.
I loved the feeling it gave me.
"We're here." Donghae exclaimed, pulling into a long drive way.
Eunhyuk stared up at the house, no the mansion. It was huge! His eyes almost popped out of his head and his jaw almost locked agape. "Wow!" He blinked quickly and regained himself.
"Heh," Donghae chuckled as he got out of his car. He grabbed his bag and Eunhyuk's out of the trunk. "So, you're sure its cool with the nuns that you stay here tonight?"
"Huh? Yeah, that place is a come and go type of place. Aside from me, the kids that stay there only stay there a couple months, max. After that they are either adopted, sent to a new home or run away." Eunhyuk said, following Donghae up the steps to the big house.
"Oh," Donghae took out his keys, "How long have you been living there?" Donghae stuck his house key in the key hole and pushed the door open.
"About 10 years now." Eunhyuk felt a knot form in this throat. Just thinking about his past was hard for him. Memories of his past started to come before him.
[flashback]
The little boy hugged his knees tightly.
Each blow knocked him over,
but he held on firmly to his knees.
He closed his eyes tight to stop the tears.
He tried to find that place.
He tried to go to that place.
It was his oasis.
The one place he could escape.
The only place he could escape.
Escape the pain.
Escape the abuse.
Escape the hate.
Escape the everything.
Escape his parents.
He knew his mommy and daddy weren't supposed to act that way.
He saw the other kids moms and dads didn't hit them when they sighed.
The other mommies and daddies hugged and kissed their babies.
His mommy and daddy beat and bruised him.
The other mommies and daddies said "I love you, son." and "Way ta go kiddo."
His mommy and daddy said "I hate you, worthless piece of s---" and "Why are you still here? Go on, git!"
The other mommies and daddies treated their babies with love and care.
His mommy and daddy treated him like an animal.
He didn't know why they did.
He never was a bad boy.
He never talked back.
He never complained.
He never did anything to them.
He did as he was told.
Always.
He stayed in his closet like he was supposed to.
He did all he was told to do.
But he was still punished.
Punished because Daddy had too much grown up juice.
Punished because Mommy didn't have her smoke sticks.
Punished because Daddy had to go to work.
Punished because Mommy had to go to work.
Punished.
Always punished.
Always punished just to be punished.
He was always hurt when he was punished.
Beaten with fists.
Kicked with feet.
Burned with cigarettes.
Welted with belts.
Marked with knives.
Killed with words.
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i am hoping for ch 4 to be up soon.
i try and post it before i leave
i am very sorry if this chapter is sad
but i had to put it in to add to Eunhyuk's character.
and why is he they way he is.
it wall be cleared up in the future chapters why i made this so sad and made the abuse his parents inflicted on him so harsh.