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Broken Wings	By : crystalwind Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warnings: language, rape

Chapter Four - Broken

Winter, 2008
“When we left off, we were discussing Axel being taken away, and why you never told anyone what was happening.”
Reno eyed Dr. Gast, frowning. He was glad that he didn’t have to wear the mask any more, and he was worried that if he replied with his usual hostility, the doctor would make him wear it again. Dr. Gast didn’t seem to be the type to punish him like that, but Reno knew better than most that you couldn’t always take people at face value in this world. Shrugging slightly, he answered anyway. “Actually, I’m pretty sure we left off last time discussing your reasons for being a shrink. It must take a pretty fucked up person to enjoy listening to crazy people’s miserable lives.”
Dr. Gast gave a short laugh. “I don’t do this because I enjoy hearing about the depravities that people are capable of committing, Reno. I do this because I want to try and help people overcome the obstacles that life has given them.”
“This isn’t the Special Olympics, Doc. You get a way better paycheck than that.”
Gast shook his head. This was a common delaying tactic of Reno’s; before Gast had gotten used to the boy’s antics, he’d spent entire sessions debating philanthropy and his reasons behind being his current job, and Reno had been able to walk out of those sessions without talking about himself a single time. Unfortunately for the boy, it didn’t take Gast long to learn better, and in the meantime he was able to put together an accurate profile on the teen’s level of intelligence and debate capabilities. Although the first few sessions during which Reno actually spoke had been more or less wasted, it made it easier for Gast to pick his way around Reno’s mind games later on.
“As I’ve said on numerous occasions, this is about me helping you, not about a paycheck. However, I can see that you’re still not ready to explain what you mean by ‘you deserved it,’ so why don’t you tell me what happened after Axel was taken away?”

Spring, 2008
Reno’s excuse for having Axel removed by Child Services lasted for longer than he’d expected. His father, apparently concerned by the visit from the social workers, refrained from hitting him in the face or any other visible body parts, limiting his blows to Reno’s torso or backside. It wasn’t really an improvement in treatment, but it at least gave more time for Axel to be placed somewhere far away from home. By the time winter rolled around, James was back to his usual habits, but Winter Break came up quickly, and Reno didn’t have to face anyone with a bloodied face.
When Winter Break ended and school started up again, however, Reno’s troubles began anew. He no longer had an excuse for the bruises and small cuts that frequently littered his face, and people started to ask questions again. He was able to explain away most of them by spreading Setzer’s old rumors that he was getting into drugs and fights on the main island, but the renewed focus brought more attention to him than he was willing to handle. It wasn’t long before he found himself having to fend off questions from his old friends again, his heart breaking all over again at having to push Sephiroth and Genesis away a second time.

Reno crossed his fingers and mumbled quick prayer under his breath as he walked up the steps to his front door. His father had had another job interview that day. It had been a while since he’d applied for a job, and Reno hoped with all his heart that the interview had been successful. His father was always ten times as unpleasant when he failed an interview, and getting a job might mean that he’d finally leave Reno alone. He could tell as soon as he opened the door that his hopes were in vain. The atmosphere inside the house was so oppressive and hateful that he could almost choke on it.
James was nowhere to be seen when he entered the house, and Reno crept up the stairs. It was stupid, four years after it had all started, to still hope that his father wouldn’t be waiting for him, but he couldn’t help it. Hoping for some sort of change was the only way he kept himself going any more. As usual, he shouldn’t have bothered with hope; James was standing next to his desk when Reno opened his bedroom door.
Reno had only a moment to be surprised that his father was standing near the door instead of sitting on the bed like usual, before his father’s heavy fist came crashing into the side of his head. The blow stunned him, and he didn’t have any time to react before James was on him, kicking and punching whatever body parts he could reach. Reno curled in on himself, desperately trying to protect his head and chest, but he only received several harsh kicks to his fingers and the sides of his ribs in return. He could hear and feel bones cracking, and he was almost unconscious from the pain by the time his father finally stopped.
The cessation of the blows wasn’t a real respite; James picked him up and bodily hurled him onto the bed, ripping at his clothes as soon as he landed. Reno struggled immediately, the pain sending him into fight or flight mode and making him forget all of the conditioning that usually kept him compliant. James hit him in the face several more times for his efforts, snarling at him that this was all his fault before finally getting his pants off.
Despite the vicious beating and all of the abuse over the years, Reno still wasn’t expecting his father to shove in without any lube or preparation. The scream that tore from his lips was involuntary as James buried himself to the hilt before pulling back out and slamming back in repeatedly. The pain from the violent penetration coupled with the agony of his broken ribs made Reno black out temporarily; he came to in time to feel his father cum inside of him. James pulled out immediately after, giving his son a disgusted glare before pulling his pants back up.
He snapped out a harsh warning to not even think about skipping school the next day, and then he left, slamming the bedroom door shut behind him.

Everyone stared when Reno limped through the school doors the next day. His face was a mottled mask of bruises, and twin crescents carved under his eyes were scabbed over with dried blood and pus, underscoring the deep black rings around his eyes. He hadn’t bothered putting on long sleeves that day, and once people were able to tear their eyes away from his ruined face, they were inevitably drawn to his arms, which were also littered with bruises and scratches. His limp and labored breathing suggested other more serious injuries, and everyone who saw him immediately fell silent and stared.
It was Seifer, of all people, who first thought to alert a faculty member. Seifer had never been part of Reno or Axel’s close circles of friends, and he’d often gotten into scraps with both brothers, but he’d been one of the few who had never bought into the rumors that Setzer had spread about either of them. He’d considered them friends, in a way, and as someone who frequently got into fist fights, he knew immediately that this was something a lot more serious.
The first teacher he found was Lexaeus, and the burly gym teacher immediately followed him to the freshman lockers, where Reno was futilely trying to force his swollen fingers to turn the combination for his lock.
“Reno?”
Reno froze for a second, before he recognized the voice behind him. He turned to face Lexaeus, noting as he turned that Genesis and Sephiroth were part of the crowd of onlookers, watching him with fear and concern on their faces. He ignored both them and Seifer, who was standing right next to Lexaeus, as he eyed the gym teacher warily. He worked his jaw for a few moments before forcing out a sound, and Lexaeus’ eyes were inexorably drawn to the handprint wrapping around his throat. “Leave me alone.” His voice was a rasping whisper, and Lexaeus frowned; by the time he processed what Reno had said, the redhead was already turning back to his locker.
Lexaeus’ eyes narrowed, and he started forward. It was painfully obvious that someone had abused the boy, and he wasn’t leaving until he found out what happened. He reached out to tough Reno’s shoulder, and all hell broke loose.
Reno jerked away at the contact, crashing into the wall of lockers, before spinning around, eyes wide and panicked. “Don’t touch me!” The screaming words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he froze again, panting harshly as he stared at the man in front of him. Lexaeus was similarly frozen, shocked. Every teacher was required to attend Sexual Assault Prevention and Reduction classes, and it wasn’t hard to pair Reno’s physical condition and extreme response to a simple touch with the reactions of a rape victim. It was only instinct and quick reflexes that broke him out of his stupor in time to catch the boy when he bolted, and as he snagged Reno’s arm he barked at the surrounding student to clear out and get to class.
Reno immediately started fighting his grip, flailing with fists and feet in a desperate attempt to free himself, so Lexaeus gathered him in closer, binding his arms as quickly as he could. He was rewarded with a vicious bite to his forearm, and he ground his teeth, snapping at Genesis, Sephiroth, and Seifer, who had ignored his orders to leave, to go get the nurse. They ran off immediately, and Lexaeus desperately tried to get Reno to calm down, doing his best to ignore the teeth that were still clamped on to his arm, drawing blood as they bit down harder and harder.
The nurse arrived quickly, joining Lexaeus in trying to calm the struggling teen. “I told those three to stay in the office and call 911,” she stated. “There should be an ambulance here soon.” Lexaeus nodded, withstanding the urge to just put Reno in a choke hold so that he’d stop biting his arm. He hadn’t released his vicious hold yet, despite his attempts to spout profanities at them at the same time, and Lexaeus was starting to worry that he was going to lose a sizeable chunk out of his arm. Fortunately, the hospital was only a short drive away from the high school, and the paramedics arrived quickly.
The police arrived a few minutes later, just in time to see Reno, now heavily sedated, being loaded into the ambulance. They were grim when they asked Lexaeus what happened, having seen Reno’s face before the ambulance doors were closed, and the decision to track down and arrest his parents was an easy one to make.
Reno spent the next several days sedated in the hospital; it was only when the doctors felt it safe to lower the dosage on his medications that he learned that his parents were in jail. His father had admitted to sexually abusing him for the past four years, and his mother had rather angrily admitted to knowing about it, furious that his father would have chosen to have sex with his son rather than with her. He would be headed for death row for his crimes; she would be headed for a much lighter sentence for neglect. None of this mattered to Reno at the time; he had barely been holding himself together when he walked into school that day, and that first touch on his shoulder by Lexaeus had made something within him snap. He started screaming and trying to break free of the hospital as soon as his medications were reduced enough, and the doctors were forced to restrain and fully sedate him again. The next time he was aware of anything, he was on his way to the Twilight Mental Hospital.

Winter, 2008
“But how did you get the scars on your face?”
Reno stared. “What part of my father raping and nearly killing me didn’t you understand? How do you think I got these scars?”
“Why did he do it? Wasn’t the rest enough? He’d never taken a weapon to you before.”
Reno looked away, his face burning in embarrassment. “Not unless you consider his belt to be a weapon.” Gast waited, and Reno huffed, crossing his arms. “Why did he ever do anything? Maybe you should have him in here instead, if you’re so damned interested. He sure as fuck never explained anything to me.”
Gast sighed and glanced at the clock. “I suppose that’s enough for today. You may return to your room.”
Reno stared at him for a moment, completely thrown. “You’re letting me go?”
Gast raised an eyebrow, confused. “Yes… I’m letting you return to your room, the same thing I do every session.”
Reno smirked. “Do I still get to go eat like normal?”
It was Gast’s turn to stare blankly, before he realized what Reno meant. He chuckled, realizing that this was the first time he had ever called an end to a session without Reno complaining of hunger. “Yes, you can go eat. If you’re hungry.”
Reno’s smile grew a little at the joke, and as the orderlies led him away, Gast reflected that it was the first time he’d ever seen Reno actually smile.

A/N:
Thanks for all of your wonderful reviews, I’m just sorry that it took me so long to get you guys an update for this story. We’ve now finally reached the point where Reno’s past catches up to the current time, so the structure of the story is probably going to change a little bit. I’d like to keep putting little snippets of Reno’s sessions at the start of each chapter, but since the story will now be covering is time in the Mental Hospital and dealing with the sessions more directly, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep doing that.
In case anyone is wondering, no, Reno is not going to be in the Mental Hospital for the remainder of the story. He’ll be released eventually (although he doesn’t currently think so :p), and the story will continue from there :)
As per usual, feel free to point out typos, grammar issues, etc. etc.
I look forward to seeing what you guys think about this chapter :)
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