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G through L › Lost
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
61
Views:
2,680
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Lost, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Ford Men
The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: Light R, angst, disturbing content
Pairing: Sawyer & Peter talk and find they have more in common than they knew.
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.
The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 8 (8/60)
The Ford Men
Peter awoke and realized with a start that it must be morning, that there were lights on in the hallway now, and more than enough light coming in the room to see by. He could hear Sawyer breathing behind him and feel his body still lying partially against his own. Sawyer’s left leg was still swung over his. He cursed himself for not waking and putting his shirt back on during the night. He didn’t want Sawyer to see him nude in the light yet and ask him all the painful questions that people always wanted to know when they saw the scars. He lay still and tried to figure out how he could lean over and reach his t-shirt and boxers on the floor without waking Sawyer. Then it happened. He felt Sawyer shift and then his fingertips gently tracing the whip mark scars across his back. Tracing them across him, becoming horribly aware of how he had almost been whipped to death. Then he heard Sawyer softly say, “Damn them.” He felt Sawyer tracing other scars and he knew that he had seen the knife marks too. Peter’s eyes filled with tears. He could never get away from the horror and every time someone questioned him about it, he felt the shame and anger all again. He felt ugly and disfigured and hated his father for all that he had done to him. Sawyer must have sensed that he was preparing to bolt from the bed because both of his arms wrapped around him and held him tightly in the bed.
“No Sawyer, let me go!” Peter pleaded, “Please.”
But Sawyer just kept holding him. “Tell me what happened to you. Who did this to you?” he questioned. Peter could hear the concern in his voice.
“Let me up and I’ll tell you.” Peter’s voice was cracking. Sawyer let go, and Peter was on his feet quickly pulling on his boxers and his shirt. He looked frantically around the room for his jeans and shoes. Sawyer got out of the bed quickly too, but he only pulled on his pants. They were both on their feet and facing one another. Peter wanted desperately to be anywhere else on the island besides this room telling Sawyer anything about his past.
“Well?” Sawyer said. “You said you’d tell me.” Peter looked away, he couldn’t even look in his eyes. Sawyer could tell he was distraught, but damn it this was important. He wanted Peter to tell him what had happened to him. He reached out and took Peter by the arm, but Peter jerked it out of his hands and was trying not to cry. He moved towards the door, but Sawyer moved too, blocking him from leaving.
He said the only thing he could think of to try and make Sawyer leave him alone. “Last night was a mistake – should have never happened. I told you I’m fucked up. Maybe you believe me now.” Peter spotted his jeans and began putting them on.
Sawyer looked hurt but only for a moment. “I don’t buy that. That’s not what you said last night. You’re just trying to get me to drop it, but I won’t. I care about you and I want to know what happened.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’ll bet you told Jack about it though didn’t you? He bandaged up your back. He’d have to have seen it to do that.”
“Fucking hell Sawyer, can’t you just leave it alone?” Peter was crying now. Couldn’t Sawyer see this was painful for him? Sawyer walked over and gently pushed him against the wall and held him there.
“Tell me please Pete?” he whispered, and he leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. It was all Peter could do not to sob. He couldn’t look Sawyer in the eye again he felt so ashamed.
“Okay,” he whispered, trying to get the courage to say it, but he would only say what he absolutely had to. “Growing up, my life in Tennessee was hell. My old man did this to me. My mom and older sister died in a car crash when I was six years old. When he drank, my old man was a mean, perverted son-of-a-bitch. A big man, strong as an ox. He was abusive and got off on hurting and torturing me – that’s what the knife marks are from.”
“And the other, what about the whip marks on your back?” Sawyer asked quietly.
Peter continued, “We lived out in the country along a creek bed, near a mountain. We didn’t have any close neighbors. He and a couple of his buddies got arrested and let out on bail. It was bad enough he could’ve faced serious prison time. He thought I’d turned him in to the law, but I hadn’t. He was bigger and stronger than me and used to hurting me. I was sixteen years old. The SOB stripped me, tied me to a tree in the yard, raped me and whipped me with a bull whip.” Peter paused trying to keep his composure. “I begged him to stop. I screamed so loudly that I lost my voice for days. I bled so badly that I almost died. Out postal carrier came up the long drive, saw me tied to the tree bleeding and took me to the hospital.”
“Oh my God – I am so sorry!” Sawyer whispered as he stroked Peter’s face and hair.
Peter looked away. “They put him in a Tennessee prison for what he done to me… I think the Ford men must just be cursed. We’re all messed up somehow and I’m the most damaged.”
Sawyer’s expression was one of shock and disbelief. “Who was your old man? Your family?” he demanded.
“My old man was Johnnie Lee Ford. His old man was Jesse Lee Ford. Why?” Peter asked.
“I don’t know your whole name, what is it?” Sawyer said as he held onto Peter.
“Peter Lee Ford. All the Ford men have Lee for their middle name – it’s a family tradition or something.”
“It can’t be.” Sawyer just looked in shock now.
“What?!!” Peter said tersely. “Did you know my old man in Tennessee? Who are you Sawyer? Tell me!”
Sawyer just backed up, shaking his head no. Couldn’t’ be - but it seemed to be true. “I tell you, you can’t tell anyone my name unless I tell you it’s okay. Do you agree?”
Now Peter was confused, why the secrets? “Okay sure. What’s the big deal?”
Sawyer was breathing unevenly. “My real name is James Lee Ford. We’re second or third cousins. We’re blood relations!”
“What???! That can’t be true!” Peter was in shock now.
Sawyer was nodding yes. He went on, “Your granddaddy and my granddaddy were brothers. My pa and your pa were first cousins, but we lived on the other side of the mountains. My pa’s middle name was Lee too. I know all their names cause my aunt on my mama’s side had everybody’s names written down in the Ford family Bible that was my dad’s. We’re cousins! We even got the same damn dimples!”
Peter sat down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t believe it. How’d we both end up on this island? How’d we both end up together?”
Sawyer sat down on the bench and just looked at Peter. He could tell that Peter was as blown away as he was. They both sat in silence a few minutes thinking. Finally, Sawyer broke the silence. “This just makes me more a part of you now. I still want you, wanna be with you. I say we don’t tell anyone about this. You know, first cousins can get married in Tennessee, and we’re not as closely related as that. What do you think?”
Peter looked at Sawyer. “I’m a little freaked by all of this, but I’ll get over it. I don’t want to lose you Sawyer. Now I know why I kept feeling like I knew you, like you were familiar to me, a part of me. I agree. We don’t tell anyone. I still want to – you know – be with you.”
“Then we don’t tell anyone what we figured out. You just keep calling me Sawyer and they’ll be none the wiser,” Sawyer said as he stood up. “We’ve got plenty of time to talk more about this later. Maybe we need a little time. What do you say we go and try and find some breakfast before Jack gets here and starts probing us with thermometers?”
“Okay,” Peter said as he slipped on his shoes.
Rating: Light R, angst, disturbing content
Pairing: Sawyer & Peter talk and find they have more in common than they knew.
Author: Chissy_Rose
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.
The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 8 (8/60)
The Ford Men
Peter awoke and realized with a start that it must be morning, that there were lights on in the hallway now, and more than enough light coming in the room to see by. He could hear Sawyer breathing behind him and feel his body still lying partially against his own. Sawyer’s left leg was still swung over his. He cursed himself for not waking and putting his shirt back on during the night. He didn’t want Sawyer to see him nude in the light yet and ask him all the painful questions that people always wanted to know when they saw the scars. He lay still and tried to figure out how he could lean over and reach his t-shirt and boxers on the floor without waking Sawyer. Then it happened. He felt Sawyer shift and then his fingertips gently tracing the whip mark scars across his back. Tracing them across him, becoming horribly aware of how he had almost been whipped to death. Then he heard Sawyer softly say, “Damn them.” He felt Sawyer tracing other scars and he knew that he had seen the knife marks too. Peter’s eyes filled with tears. He could never get away from the horror and every time someone questioned him about it, he felt the shame and anger all again. He felt ugly and disfigured and hated his father for all that he had done to him. Sawyer must have sensed that he was preparing to bolt from the bed because both of his arms wrapped around him and held him tightly in the bed.
“No Sawyer, let me go!” Peter pleaded, “Please.”
But Sawyer just kept holding him. “Tell me what happened to you. Who did this to you?” he questioned. Peter could hear the concern in his voice.
“Let me up and I’ll tell you.” Peter’s voice was cracking. Sawyer let go, and Peter was on his feet quickly pulling on his boxers and his shirt. He looked frantically around the room for his jeans and shoes. Sawyer got out of the bed quickly too, but he only pulled on his pants. They were both on their feet and facing one another. Peter wanted desperately to be anywhere else on the island besides this room telling Sawyer anything about his past.
“Well?” Sawyer said. “You said you’d tell me.” Peter looked away, he couldn’t even look in his eyes. Sawyer could tell he was distraught, but damn it this was important. He wanted Peter to tell him what had happened to him. He reached out and took Peter by the arm, but Peter jerked it out of his hands and was trying not to cry. He moved towards the door, but Sawyer moved too, blocking him from leaving.
He said the only thing he could think of to try and make Sawyer leave him alone. “Last night was a mistake – should have never happened. I told you I’m fucked up. Maybe you believe me now.” Peter spotted his jeans and began putting them on.
Sawyer looked hurt but only for a moment. “I don’t buy that. That’s not what you said last night. You’re just trying to get me to drop it, but I won’t. I care about you and I want to know what happened.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I’ll bet you told Jack about it though didn’t you? He bandaged up your back. He’d have to have seen it to do that.”
“Fucking hell Sawyer, can’t you just leave it alone?” Peter was crying now. Couldn’t Sawyer see this was painful for him? Sawyer walked over and gently pushed him against the wall and held him there.
“Tell me please Pete?” he whispered, and he leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. It was all Peter could do not to sob. He couldn’t look Sawyer in the eye again he felt so ashamed.
“Okay,” he whispered, trying to get the courage to say it, but he would only say what he absolutely had to. “Growing up, my life in Tennessee was hell. My old man did this to me. My mom and older sister died in a car crash when I was six years old. When he drank, my old man was a mean, perverted son-of-a-bitch. A big man, strong as an ox. He was abusive and got off on hurting and torturing me – that’s what the knife marks are from.”
“And the other, what about the whip marks on your back?” Sawyer asked quietly.
Peter continued, “We lived out in the country along a creek bed, near a mountain. We didn’t have any close neighbors. He and a couple of his buddies got arrested and let out on bail. It was bad enough he could’ve faced serious prison time. He thought I’d turned him in to the law, but I hadn’t. He was bigger and stronger than me and used to hurting me. I was sixteen years old. The SOB stripped me, tied me to a tree in the yard, raped me and whipped me with a bull whip.” Peter paused trying to keep his composure. “I begged him to stop. I screamed so loudly that I lost my voice for days. I bled so badly that I almost died. Out postal carrier came up the long drive, saw me tied to the tree bleeding and took me to the hospital.”
“Oh my God – I am so sorry!” Sawyer whispered as he stroked Peter’s face and hair.
Peter looked away. “They put him in a Tennessee prison for what he done to me… I think the Ford men must just be cursed. We’re all messed up somehow and I’m the most damaged.”
Sawyer’s expression was one of shock and disbelief. “Who was your old man? Your family?” he demanded.
“My old man was Johnnie Lee Ford. His old man was Jesse Lee Ford. Why?” Peter asked.
“I don’t know your whole name, what is it?” Sawyer said as he held onto Peter.
“Peter Lee Ford. All the Ford men have Lee for their middle name – it’s a family tradition or something.”
“It can’t be.” Sawyer just looked in shock now.
“What?!!” Peter said tersely. “Did you know my old man in Tennessee? Who are you Sawyer? Tell me!”
Sawyer just backed up, shaking his head no. Couldn’t’ be - but it seemed to be true. “I tell you, you can’t tell anyone my name unless I tell you it’s okay. Do you agree?”
Now Peter was confused, why the secrets? “Okay sure. What’s the big deal?”
Sawyer was breathing unevenly. “My real name is James Lee Ford. We’re second or third cousins. We’re blood relations!”
“What???! That can’t be true!” Peter was in shock now.
Sawyer was nodding yes. He went on, “Your granddaddy and my granddaddy were brothers. My pa and your pa were first cousins, but we lived on the other side of the mountains. My pa’s middle name was Lee too. I know all their names cause my aunt on my mama’s side had everybody’s names written down in the Ford family Bible that was my dad’s. We’re cousins! We even got the same damn dimples!”
Peter sat down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t believe it. How’d we both end up on this island? How’d we both end up together?”
Sawyer sat down on the bench and just looked at Peter. He could tell that Peter was as blown away as he was. They both sat in silence a few minutes thinking. Finally, Sawyer broke the silence. “This just makes me more a part of you now. I still want you, wanna be with you. I say we don’t tell anyone about this. You know, first cousins can get married in Tennessee, and we’re not as closely related as that. What do you think?”
Peter looked at Sawyer. “I’m a little freaked by all of this, but I’ll get over it. I don’t want to lose you Sawyer. Now I know why I kept feeling like I knew you, like you were familiar to me, a part of me. I agree. We don’t tell anyone. I still want to – you know – be with you.”
“Then we don’t tell anyone what we figured out. You just keep calling me Sawyer and they’ll be none the wiser,” Sawyer said as he stood up. “We’ve got plenty of time to talk more about this later. Maybe we need a little time. What do you say we go and try and find some breakfast before Jack gets here and starts probing us with thermometers?”
“Okay,” Peter said as he slipped on his shoes.