Title: Whipping Boy (AU) Author: Jade Pairing: J/SB Rating: PG at the most. Archive: Yep. Feedback: jade27_al@yahoo.com Disclaimer: We all know the drill. Kevin owns the loveable stoners, as well as my every thought, action, and word. I�m so sad. Notes: Prof. Jay�s last one and a book "The Whipping Boy" inspired this lovely piece of AU-ness. I'm gonna guess this is mid-teens or so? Maybe? Also, can anyone find the hidden reference to one of my favorite authors? Huh? huh? Can ya? ------------------------------------------------------- It's always the same. He says he loves me, but I don't believe him. The brat. The Brat Prince. That's what I call him. It should be his official title. Who made up this stupid idea? He's a horrid monster, and I get punished. It might be different if he cared, but he doesn't. He just laughs and tells them to whip me extra hard because he's been especially bad. Now my back is screaming in agony. I know I'm bleeding again. It's not fair. He comes to me afterwards, late at night. He always tells me he's sorry. But his words mean nothing to me. He has too many words for them to hold any value for me. That's why I don't talk. If you don't talk, words have more impact when you say them. He holds me, kissing my dark head. His long golden hair cascading over my own face. In some way, it makes me feel safe. It makes me feel like I'm a part of him. I'll never be hurt again. I know I'm fooling myself, but I like this illusion. I want to hang onto it, just for a little longer. "I'm sorry." He whispers. "I'll be good, I won't let them hurt you again." A lie. A blatant, flat out lie. He knows I'll get whipped again. I know I'll get whipped again. I just roll over on my bed, facing the wall. I don't want your words. Your counterfeit words. That's what they are. They sound genuine, but they aren't. They're absolutely worthless. I know it, you know it. The tall, gangly boy leaves my room and a soft sob escapes my body. If his words are so worthless, then why do they always make me cry?