mohiican ▎ *:･ﾟ✧ the world is numb.
BODY SINKS DOWN ONTO THE TOILET SEAT , an uncomfortable shift before he finally settles upon . gaze drops to his knees , avoiding eye contact with the other , ASHAMED of how little he did to protect himself . that’s not to say he didn’t get a few punches in before he ran off into the night , something he was afraid to tell the woman above for fear she may scorn him for . after all , it was already BAD ENOUGH that he would have to go home in the morning only to face this man again .
“ yes … ” the answer is short as he briefly looks up , dark eyes meeting with blue if only for a second before they dart away . lips pressing together , jaw CLENCHING as he thinks silently to himself . he knew tomorrow would be WORSE , but how could he ask her to KEEP him when the foster system saw to it that he would stay with willie on the reserve ? from what he could tell , there was no way around it , he was STUCK there until he was eighteen .
but he doesn’t flinch when the alcohol hits his open wounds , nor does he make a sound when his arm feels like it’s going to burn off from the way she’s cleaning the injuries . he remains STEADY despite , toes pressing firmly into the ground beneath black socks . jaw only clenching TIGHTER the more it hurts . it’s only when she speaks that his gaze lifts once more , tongue darting out to wet dry lips before he nods slowly . “ ——— what are you going to do ? ”
she knows what john would do. rifle, car, murder and alexandria isn’t entirely sure she can blame him. the rage in her is unparalleled and she finds herself delaying to answer after he confirms her suspicions.
he’s so quiet, so very strong in the face of pain. she wonders if fletcher saw the same thing and she gasps to herself before she can form words. she takes pats up the excess blood and rubbing alcohol, pressing the injury with a damp cloth, hoping the bleeding will subside quickly.
when she looks at him, her face is lined and the youthful, maternal gentleness is all but gone. there is pain in her face, raw and unkind to the eye. there is the pain of a mother having to bandage her beaten child and it is so selfish of her that she cannot let herself look at him for longer than a minute.
alexandria drops her eyes. how could he do this ?? she thinks instead. he knows what this poor boy has been through !! evidently fletcher doesn’t care what trauma uncas has seen so long as he can have a moment to feel strong. her stomach churns and she heaves a shuddering breath. she will not cry in front of him, she will not. this isn’t about her.
❛ for starters, you’re going to stay here for as long as you can. i’ll find some way to make sure you don’t have to go back there. ❜
in her head, she’s already plotting out how this will end. she’ll go to cfs and apply to adopt him how she should have done years ago. chingachgook would never have wanted this for his son.
❛ who else knows, uncas ?? is it just me ?? ❜
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