Shadows Part VII
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hannah_chapter1Title: Shadows Part VII
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Sequel to Temptation. Dom's POV. Ten years have passed and Dom and Matt have made a life together. But when his past comes back to haunt him, how far will Dom go to keep Matt safe?
Feedback: Always welcome.
Disclaimer: Oh so very, very fake.
"It didn't have to be this way, Dominic. I tried to do it the easy way and I gave you a choice, remember that. If you'd come with Eddie when he asked, none of this would have happened. You'd be back where you belong and I would have left your friend alone. Where is Eddie, anyway?"
"Dead."
"I thought so."
"You thought so. That's all you've got to say. You don't care at all, do you?"
"Of course I care. But crying won't bring him back and I've got better things to do with my time."
"Oh you do, do you? Please, tell me all about it. Start with what I'm doing here and, oh yeah, how you knew where to find me. I know Eddie was lying about his car breaking down, so why don't you tell me how it really was."
"Aww, does Dommie want me to tell him a story?" He smiles and leans back in his chair, lacing his hands behind his head. "You're a little old for that, don't you think?"
I kick the table leg. "Talk to me, damn you!"
"Settle down, son, before you make trouble for someone who can't fight back."
The threat works, he knew it would. Bastard.
"That's better. Now, I'll tell you what you want to know and you'll sit and listen without interrupting. Right?"
"Right."
"Okay then. It started just over a year ago. I met Eddie and we thought we'd team up again. We always worked well together, you remember."
"What you mean to say is, you gave orders and he followed them."
"Exactly. He knew his place. Anyway, he tells me he might be wrong, but he thinks he's seen my son. He was driving through this town, a little place called Salvation, he saw a man unloading a truck and this man looked just like me, only younger. Now I know that can't be right because I didn't raise my boy that way, to scrape a living like all the other saps. It must be a mistake. Eddie's not sure, he didn't get a real good look and it's been a long time since he laid eyes on you, so we let it go. Then, two months ago, we find ourselves not far from Salvation and we decide to drive over, just to see if Eddie's right. It's a Sunday morning and oh, look! There you are, coming out of church, looking all respectable in your nice suit."
Well, what's so strange about that? Why shouldn't I dress nice for church? Good clothes are wasted when I'm working. Sunday is the only day I really make an effort.
"We stop the car and we watch you. Talking to the ladies, shaking hands with the preacher. Everyone's smiling, acting all friendly. They treat you like one of their own. I just can't understand it and, even when we get to New York and start making our plans, I can't let it go."
He gets himself a glass of water and stands beside the table. looking down at me, as he drinks it.
"Eddie's the public face of this little gang we've got and I'm laying low, pretending to be dead. He says he'll go back and talk to you and he'll get the straight story. He comes back with bad news: you really have given up the life. Eddie thought you'd jump at his call but no, you won't go, too busy being a respectable businessman. You've got a bar and you've got yourself a partner. Eddie thinks he looks familiar and he knows he's heard the name Matthew Bellamy before. We ask around, we look through some old newspapers and we get the full story. It's not hard, it was all big news way back when. Now we've got our lever, the tool we need to get you back, and Eddie goes to get you. I wait a week; no sign of Eddie and no sign of you, so I get the boys together, they go to Castle Rock and I come to Salvation."
He takes a drink and I wait for him to go on. I just know this little story of his is going to have a bad ending, bad for me and really bad for Matt.
"I don't come see you, not right away. My guess is, Eddie fucked up by rushing into things and I won't make that mistake. What I do is, I watch you. I keep my distance and, for three days, I watch you. I see how you spend your days. I see how you spend your nights."
Oh, fuck. We thought it had all blown over and we went back to our old routine. My shock is written all over my face. I can feel it and I know he can see it because his eyes narrow.
"That's right. I followed you home one night, then I followed you back to the bar and upstairs. I taught you everything you know, remember. You didn't hear me, or see me. But I saw you."
He turns and throws his glass against the wall, where it shatters.
"I saw my own son on his hands and knees, grovelling for another man's cock!"
Now I'm really pissed off. We try to be so careful, keeping our love hidden away so we don't corrupt the children or frighten the horses. Matt's room is the only place we can drop the act and be ourselves. We thought we were safe there, but now our refuge has turned into a carnival sideshow, where anyone passing through can come and gawk at the freaks inside. But my angers melts away, to be replaced by fear, at my father's next words.
"I don't know how it happened, how he got his sickness into you, but it stops now. He'll never get his hands on you again, I'll make sure of that."
"Don't hurt him." Is this me? This tiny, childish voice, is it really mine? "I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt him, Daddy, please."
"I should hurt him, I want to hurt him. I should go downstairs and beat his diseased brains in. But I need him to keep you in line. He'll be safe, just so long as you do what you're told. Disobey me, step out of line just once, I'll tie him to a chair and break every bone in his face. And I'll make you watch."
No! I can't go through that again. I can't, I just can't do it. He puts his hand on my back.
"It's for the best, Dominic, don't you see? The way you've been living, it's just not right. Trust me, I know what's best for you."
I pull away from him. "Don't touch me."
"Oh, I know, you hate me right now. But that's okay. The job I've got lined up, it won't be happening until next month. We've got plenty of time and I just know you'll swing around to my way of thinking."
"Exactly what kind of job are we talking about?"
He goes to the stove and makes some coffee. A cup is placed in front of me and I stare at my reflection in the dark liquid as I listen to him.
Author: hannah_chapter
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Sequel to Temptation. Dom's POV. Ten years have passed and Dom and Matt have made a life together. But when his past comes back to haunt him, how far will Dom go to keep Matt safe?
Feedback: Always welcome.
Disclaimer: Oh so very, very fake.
"It didn't have to be this way, Dominic. I tried to do it the easy way and I gave you a choice, remember that. If you'd come with Eddie when he asked, none of this would have happened. You'd be back where you belong and I would have left your friend alone. Where is Eddie, anyway?"
"Dead."
"I thought so."
"You thought so. That's all you've got to say. You don't care at all, do you?"
"Of course I care. But crying won't bring him back and I've got better things to do with my time."
"Oh you do, do you? Please, tell me all about it. Start with what I'm doing here and, oh yeah, how you knew where to find me. I know Eddie was lying about his car breaking down, so why don't you tell me how it really was."
"Aww, does Dommie want me to tell him a story?" He smiles and leans back in his chair, lacing his hands behind his head. "You're a little old for that, don't you think?"
I kick the table leg. "Talk to me, damn you!"
"Settle down, son, before you make trouble for someone who can't fight back."
The threat works, he knew it would. Bastard.
"That's better. Now, I'll tell you what you want to know and you'll sit and listen without interrupting. Right?"
"Right."
"Okay then. It started just over a year ago. I met Eddie and we thought we'd team up again. We always worked well together, you remember."
"What you mean to say is, you gave orders and he followed them."
"Exactly. He knew his place. Anyway, he tells me he might be wrong, but he thinks he's seen my son. He was driving through this town, a little place called Salvation, he saw a man unloading a truck and this man looked just like me, only younger. Now I know that can't be right because I didn't raise my boy that way, to scrape a living like all the other saps. It must be a mistake. Eddie's not sure, he didn't get a real good look and it's been a long time since he laid eyes on you, so we let it go. Then, two months ago, we find ourselves not far from Salvation and we decide to drive over, just to see if Eddie's right. It's a Sunday morning and oh, look! There you are, coming out of church, looking all respectable in your nice suit."
Well, what's so strange about that? Why shouldn't I dress nice for church? Good clothes are wasted when I'm working. Sunday is the only day I really make an effort.
"We stop the car and we watch you. Talking to the ladies, shaking hands with the preacher. Everyone's smiling, acting all friendly. They treat you like one of their own. I just can't understand it and, even when we get to New York and start making our plans, I can't let it go."
He gets himself a glass of water and stands beside the table. looking down at me, as he drinks it.
"Eddie's the public face of this little gang we've got and I'm laying low, pretending to be dead. He says he'll go back and talk to you and he'll get the straight story. He comes back with bad news: you really have given up the life. Eddie thought you'd jump at his call but no, you won't go, too busy being a respectable businessman. You've got a bar and you've got yourself a partner. Eddie thinks he looks familiar and he knows he's heard the name Matthew Bellamy before. We ask around, we look through some old newspapers and we get the full story. It's not hard, it was all big news way back when. Now we've got our lever, the tool we need to get you back, and Eddie goes to get you. I wait a week; no sign of Eddie and no sign of you, so I get the boys together, they go to Castle Rock and I come to Salvation."
He takes a drink and I wait for him to go on. I just know this little story of his is going to have a bad ending, bad for me and really bad for Matt.
"I don't come see you, not right away. My guess is, Eddie fucked up by rushing into things and I won't make that mistake. What I do is, I watch you. I keep my distance and, for three days, I watch you. I see how you spend your days. I see how you spend your nights."
Oh, fuck. We thought it had all blown over and we went back to our old routine. My shock is written all over my face. I can feel it and I know he can see it because his eyes narrow.
"That's right. I followed you home one night, then I followed you back to the bar and upstairs. I taught you everything you know, remember. You didn't hear me, or see me. But I saw you."
He turns and throws his glass against the wall, where it shatters.
"I saw my own son on his hands and knees, grovelling for another man's cock!"
Now I'm really pissed off. We try to be so careful, keeping our love hidden away so we don't corrupt the children or frighten the horses. Matt's room is the only place we can drop the act and be ourselves. We thought we were safe there, but now our refuge has turned into a carnival sideshow, where anyone passing through can come and gawk at the freaks inside. But my angers melts away, to be replaced by fear, at my father's next words.
"I don't know how it happened, how he got his sickness into you, but it stops now. He'll never get his hands on you again, I'll make sure of that."
"Don't hurt him." Is this me? This tiny, childish voice, is it really mine? "I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt him, Daddy, please."
"I should hurt him, I want to hurt him. I should go downstairs and beat his diseased brains in. But I need him to keep you in line. He'll be safe, just so long as you do what you're told. Disobey me, step out of line just once, I'll tie him to a chair and break every bone in his face. And I'll make you watch."
No! I can't go through that again. I can't, I just can't do it. He puts his hand on my back.
"It's for the best, Dominic, don't you see? The way you've been living, it's just not right. Trust me, I know what's best for you."
I pull away from him. "Don't touch me."
"Oh, I know, you hate me right now. But that's okay. The job I've got lined up, it won't be happening until next month. We've got plenty of time and I just know you'll swing around to my way of thinking."
"Exactly what kind of job are we talking about?"
He goes to the stove and makes some coffee. A cup is placed in front of me and I stare at my reflection in the dark liquid as I listen to him.
