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My Dreams	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I hadn’t expected the party invitation, even though Milo and Shannon had been harping on about it for ages.
What a shock it was when I brought the mail in from the letter box and found a letter for me.
I settled on the sofa in the den and ripped it open, pulling out the folded piece of paper and opening it up, raising an eyebrow at the address.
Oliver’s address.
That should have made me curious - it should have made me wonder - but I didn’t think much of it.
You see, I hadn’t talked to Oliver much, not more than a ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ or sometimes even a ‘how ya goin’ man’ but we didn’t really know each other that well.
So being invited to his party was a complete surprise.
The party was going to be tomorrow night, just an average birthday party - nothing fancy. I figured I might just get mom to make something though.
“Mom!” I called. “Hey mom!”
“Whaaat?” The reply came.
She came out of the basement with a look of annoyance on her face; I think she must’ve been doing the laundry since she had water all over her front.
“There’s a party at Oliver’s tomorrow night. Can I go?” I asked.
“Oliver? What time?”
“A guy from school. Seven thirty. His house is just down the road so can I go?”
Mom sighed and nodded.
“Sure, sure... I’ll just get something made for it. Don’t forget your father’s going to be back tomorrow.” She warned.
My shoulders sagged slightly but I don’t think mom noticed.
“Sure mom, thanks.”

I turned up at the door and knocked.
I could hear music laughter and voices coming from inside and after several moments I heard someone shout to get the door.
A pug faced kid - Oliver - opened the door and smiled.
“Hey cool you could make it. Food’s over there.” He put a hand on my shoulder and pointed to the table.
“Yeah thanks for inviting me.” I replied and put the bowl of trifle down.
Oliver’s house was pretty cool, nice T.V. a stereo and all that - yeah, he really had it kicking.
I joined in and joked along, getting into the swing of the party except one little part of me that was niggling at my insides.
I hadn’t seen a single adult here and... well, I didn’t want to say anything just incase I sounded like a wuss - but... a few of them were smoking something that looks suspiciously like a cone and some of them were bringing out alcohol.
Before long that feeling turned queasy and I thought I’d better fuck off real quick.
It was starting to disturb me.
I got as far as the door when someone grabbed hold of my arms, pulling me back.
“Where do you reckon you’re going?” The person breathed into my ear.
“Let go!” I hissed, wrenching myself free and striding for the door - only to be blocked off by Oliver and a whole group of thugs.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He smirked.

“He didn’t...” Rob whispered, a look of pure disbelief on his face.
“He did.” Phoenix muttered.
“They and twelve others.”

The lights went off and I was shoved against a wall - a tea towel was pulled over my mouth to stop me from calling for help while they pulled down my pants and took off my shirt.
It was terrible - the pain hurt so bad I was clawing at the wall and getting paint splinters under my fingernails.
I felt like I was literally being torn in two as this guy behind be thrust on and on - when he came I was forced to the floor.
“Give me a hand job - now - right now!” Some dude demanded, forcing my hands around his throbbing member.
I struggled and felt a sharp pain - a cut across my wrist and then I felt someone’s mouth covering the wound, licking up the blood.
They all had their hands on me, cuts all over my body appeared as knives were unsheathed and wielded.
“Oh look he’s a harmer!” Oliver said with mock concern.
I had to give the hand job - though it disgusted me so much I had no choice - I was certain they were going to kill me if I didn’t.
Another cock came into play - this time for my mouth.
He wanted me to suck like a bitch, and when I refused to open my mouth he held my nose until I had to breathe - as soon as my mouth opened he thrust in so deep I gagged.
Over and over again he pumped, always making me choke on semen which I was ordered to swallow, I was kissed and cut all over.
Someone was pulling on my balls, twisting them until they hurt, then biting on my length.
I hated it - so much so that even amidst all the horrified thoughts, I was calmly planning my suicide.
Teeth sank into my neck and clamped down so hard I actually felt I had heard a blood vessel pop - sure enough when the mouth was removed I felt warm blood trickling down my skin.
They fucked me hard - they fucked me three ways to Sunday - and then - as though sent by angels - sirens wailed, coming closer and closer until I heard the shout of “cops!” and sudden panic.
People dispersed, running out the back door or wherever they went - several stayed long enough to kick the shit out of me before hotfooting it themselves.
I just lay there, dazed, sick and aching.
“Oh shit...” I heard a copper come running to my side.
He knelt down and took my bleeding wrist in his warm hands.
“Kid - can you hear me?”
I managed a whimper but that was about it.
“Call for an ambulance!” He shouted.
“... Calling for backup...” Someone else, a woman said.

“A week later Brandon died. Overdosed on Marijuana when he found out what had happened to me. We moved a few years later, but by then the school had long ago turned me into an outcast. They made it like I wanted it, like it was all a joke or something - I don’t know how they explained all the injuries... but they did. When we finally decided to move, honestly, I’ve never been happier to leave a place in all my life as I did then.” Phoenix chocked between tears before it got too much and he broke down entirely.
Rob couldn’t believe how sick some people could get - he was so appalled he was shaking.
How could they do that to this guy? How could they?
The taller male pulled Phoenix into his arms as support, gripping onto his shirt with a grim expression of sheer determination.
He’d never let anyone touch Phoenix like that again - he’d never let them ever hurt him now or ever - somehow he’d make it all go away.
Somehow.
Eventually Phoenix managed to calm down.
“Thanks... it took a lot to get that out...” Phoenix hiccupped.
“It’s cool. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.” Rob muttered, rubbing his hand up and down the smaller man’s back.
"You know... Brandon somehow sounds familiar..." Rob muttered with a thoughtful expression.
Phoenix hiccuped again.
"The Kids Aren't Alright. The Offspring." He said.
"Dexter went to our school for a short time - but long enough to be my buddy..." Phoenix sniffed and hiccuped yet again.
"He was pretty cool actually..."
Rob smiled and patted Phoenix on the back, then the shorter one parted from the embrace slightly and looked up at him.
The drummber looked right back, noting that his hazel eyes seeming deeper somehow.
After a moment Rob caressed the bassist’s cheek - only realizing what he had done and beginning to apologize when Phoenix placed both of his hands on either side of Rob’s face and stroking the two day stubble, silencing him.
A smile glanced over the older man’s face and then before he knew it, Rob had bent down and captured Phoenix’s lips in a perfect, give-all kiss.

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