Carey Winchester (hairycarey) wrote in spindlesend, @ 2010-06-11 20:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | carey white, jack skellington |
Who: Jack and Carey
What: Carey tells his story
Where: Carey's room then Solitary
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG-13
Carey was a mess, he was ignoring Pinky who was trying to keep him calm before the older gave up and went for a walk at Carey demanding to be left along. He was so distraught he was pacing and chewed his fingernails down to the quick. Everyone thought Robin made him do that. Lured him out there and forced himself on him. What’s worse was he was scared to say anything. He eventually led himself to believe it was his fault that it had happened and he ended up locking himself in the bathroom with the light off while he sat there rocking in the dark calming himself as tears of guilt ran down his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he kept whispering over and over again praying God and Robin and Jack would hear him and accept his apologies.
Jack had been told just minutes after the two men had been brought back into the hospital. He was frustrated, to say the least. But hearing that Robin had forced himself on Carey? That didn't play right in his mind. He needed more answers, and right now Carey was the one to give them. Hurrying down the hall, he got to Carey's room and only gave a short knock before entering. The room was empty. He looked around before noticing the bathroom door was closed. "Carey. We need to talk." Jack's voice wasn't angry, but it certainly wasn't happy either.
Looking up, even in the darkness, Carey could tell that Jack wasn't smiling. Slowly, he stood up with shaking limbs and opened the bathroom door a crack, just so he could see Jack, but the other not see him. He felt safe in the small dark room. "I sh-shouldn't have gone with him," he said sniffling even deliberating on whether or not he could crawl into the bathtub in their small room and just pretend there was nothing else. "I-I didn't know that that was uh. . . Going to-to happen."
His stomach shifted uncomfortably. Did Robin really hurt Carey? He couldn't believe it. Sighing, Jack moved to step into the bathroom. Once he was in, he shut the door, giving the two of them their privacy. "Carey, I need you to tell me what happened out there." He knelt down beside the other man, giving him enough space.
Curled up tightly once again, arms latched in a death grip around his legs that were pressed against his chest Carey looked up at Jack with red swollen eyes. "I just wanted to show him the cartwheels," he said. "We were in the woods, in a-a clearing and I was doing cartwheels. I sat down and we started to talk," he said scared about what to say. Would he lie? Robin had already told him he made him. He didn't want to get Robin in more trouble by making him a liar. "I'm sorry," he squeaked. "I-I kissed him and. . . It got different, not like before." All he had to do was omit the parts where he was begging for it. "It. . . It got scary."
He brushed some hair back from his face, looking to Carey. "Did he hurt you?" Jack asked quietly. He just couldn't see it. Robin was stressed yeah, but to actually try and force himself on Carey? Jack just couldn't imagine it. Or maybe he was just too optimistic.
Squeezing his eyes shut and hiding beind his legs, Carey felt like his heart was breaking to say that. He was torn and it hurt his head and his chest ache from how hard he was squeezing himself. Shaking as he sobbed silently he couldn't answer for a moment. "I'm sorry," he gasped, sucking in air through his mouth while his nose was plugged up. "I didn't know. . . I-I-" he sputtered getting himself worked up even more, burying his face in his legs muttering something only part of it getting out. "-held me against a tree-"
Jack leaned in, his hand resting gently on Carey's back. "Okay, okay. Just calm down Carey. Breathe." He patted his hand gently on Carey's back, unsure if the touch would upset him or not. "Just breathe."
Jerking away at the touch, Carey nearly pressed himself into the corner scared. Robin had said Jack would be pissed beyond belief if he found out or they got caught. That he'd kick his ass, though he didn't take it as the figure of speech Robin meant it to be. "I'm sorry!" He squealed looking up at Jack wide eyed and scared. "Pl-please don't kick me," he whimpered. "I'm sorry, I'll be good, I'm sorry."
Jack's eyes widened and he moved back. "Kick you?" he asked softly, eyebrows furrowed. "Why would I kick you?" He frowned, looking to Carey. "Carey, I won't hurt you."
"R-Robin said you'd be really mad an-and kick my-my ass if you found out," Carey said still keeping his distance. "I promise to-to be good, I mean it," he said, nearly begging Jack to believe so. "Please don't hurt me," he whimpered with tear filled eyes.
"Carey, I'm not going to hurt you." He lifted his arms in the air to show he was defenseless. "I don't kick people's asses. I really try not to hurt people in general. It's not very nice."
Staying still for a moment, Carey nodded coming out of the corner slightly, but still wrapped up around himself. "I'm sorry," he muttered tearfully looking up at Jack woefully. "I didn't mean to break my promise. It's my fault, I shouldn't have kissed him."
Jack gave a gentle nod, listening. "What happened after you kissed him?" he asked, now a little confused. Was Robin lying to save Carey or was Carey telling the truth?
"He gripped me tight," Carey said, barely above a whisper. "Pushed me against a tree and held me against it tightly," he said trying not to burst into tears again. "I told him to stop, but. . ." Biting down hard on his lip, Carey tried to keep it from quivering. "R-Robin. . . Pulled my-my pants down, wouldn't let me go," he said gnawing on his lip in distress.
This was the part Jack hated. Making people relive all that pain. "Carey, are you absolutely sure that's what happened? This is really important. If he hurt you like this, and you didn't want him to..."
Oh but he had, he wanted it and craved it at the time. Carey was even considering solitary just to have a chance at it. Now he was ready to hide in his bathroom for the rest of his life. Simply nodding he buried his face back into his knees. He was a horrible person, how could he do that to Robin? Because the man had asked him to.
"This could be construed as molestation," he said gently, not sure if Carey understood the severity of the situation. "Do you feel like he did that to you?" If Carey said yes, Robin would be in far more trouble, and Jack wasn't sure he could get him out of it anytime soon.
"What's going to happen to Robin?" Carey asked, ignoring the questions. He was scared and wanted to back out. He didn't want Robin to take all the blame and end up being sent away for something he didn't do. "What'll happen to him if I say yes?"
"Don't lie for him if he hurt you, Carey," he said, looking to the other. After a pause, Jack spoke up again. "He would be put in solitary for a long time. I don't know how long."
Biting his lip, Carey's stomach grumbled and groaned as he debated it in his head. The good side won out, if you could call it that. Carey wasn't a good liar, he hated it, how it made him feel, how it hurt others and hurt him. He'd take the punishment he deserved, or he told himself he deserved anyways. "He didn't," he said softly. "I told him to do those things, I wanted it," he said coming clean, though he felt like he'd be sick.
Jack tilted his head down a bit to try and catch Carey's eyes. He knew Carey was a bad liar, that he didn't like to do it in the first place. "Tell me what happened," he replied gently.
"We started to kiss and he held me tightly while I kissed him back," Carey said swallowing. "He held me against the tree after I undid his pants and he undid mine. Robin pinned my hands above my head and I asked him to stop, but. . . Not because I wanted him to stop. Someone was coming and I got scared. I cried out for him to stop too loud and the orderlies found us. He was holding me against a tree and I couldn't get away so they grabbed him and took him away before they took me back to my room," he said. "I know, I'm grounded. Take away the art room, music room, take it all away just don't punish him for something that's my fault," Carey said sobbing softly after the end of it all.
Jack had figured something like this had happened. He nodded a bit, sighing. "It's not all your fault," he replied. "You're both adults. You're both responsible for your actions." He hated punishing people, but these two... they just kept getting themselves in trouble. Part of Jack wanted to side with them and wanted to be understanding, but he also needed to stick to the rules, especially in a situation like this.
"I'm going to solitary, aren't I?" Carey asked, resigning himself to the worst fate possible. "Not allowed to see or talk to Robin any more, right?" Compared to how he felt when he was lying and painting a horrible picture of Robin and after he confessed what really happened, Carey actually felt better. He calmed down a bit, hiccupping instead of sobbing as his face was re and swollen as silent tears ran down his cheeks.
"For a few days," he murmured. He couldn't bring it upon himself to make Carey stay there longer than the weekend. "As for seeing Robin. That's going to be heavily monitored."
"Okay," he nodded sniffling. Small confined spaces never bothered him. He was use to being locked in a closet for hours, even days sometimes by his mother for prayer. It would be easy for Carey to do, as sad as it was to say that. "What about Robin?"
"I have to sort that out," he replied truthfully, running a hand up through his hair. It was sticking in all sorts of directions now, but he didn't care. "They still think he was hurting you. I have to go amend that bit and then we'll see."
"I'm sorry," Carey said ducking his head again, out of habit if anything now. "I can stay in solitary if I have to, if it'll make things better," he offered like it would smooth things over easily. While he and Robin couldn't see each other right then and probably scarcely for a while, he would give it up if Robin didn't have to get in more trouble.
"Don't apologize," Jack said gently. "This was bound to happen." He knew it was only a matter of time before the two of them got carried away and caught. He stood slowly, dusting off his trousers a bit. "I have to go sort things out with Robin. But look, I'm not mad at you. I'm just... disappointed, I suppose."
"I'm use to disappointing people, it's okay," Carey said uncurling him and standing, though he was hunched over and more 'protective' of himself. "It's okay to be mad at me too, I understand. I broke my promise and that's something I never should have done," he said. "Promises aren't suppose to be broken and now you can't trust me. Do. . . Do you want me to go to solitary now or do you have to walk me there to make sure?"
Jack sighed, because he hadn't made up his mind on his emotions right now. Hands in his pockets, he stared up at the ceiling in thought. "I suppose I should walk you," he replied gently, looking back to Carey.
"Alright," Carey nodded as he opened the door stepping out. "Do I take clothes or just what I have on?" He asked, unsure of what to do. This was seriously rivaling the fire at his school with the amount of trouble he was in. Though this time it really was his fault.
"Um. Yeah, take a set, I suppose. Something to sleep in." He wasn't very used to dealing with people in solitary, at least not in this hospital. "Just going to be there a few days."
"Okay," Carey nodded easily finding a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt to sleep in. He'd already planned for the few days to be spent praying and more than likely fasting. Of course he didn't know that not eating might get him 'in trouble.' When he usually explained it, most never understood.
"You don't want to bring a book or anything?" He knew patients were allowed books and the sort, as long as it wasn't anything they could harm themselves with. He stood by the door, waiting for Carey.
"I can bring one?" Carey asked surprised as he looked at the stack of books that Pinky had been reading to him. Chewing on his poor lip again, he reached over and pulled out the Kind Arthur story and held it close to his chest with his clothes like someone might snatch it away from him. "I'm ready," he nodded walking over to Jack.
Jack opened the door and nodded to the orderly standing outside. "We'll be heading to the solitary rooms," he informed the man, and started down the hall after him, with Carey by his side.
Carey stayed quiet with his eyes on the floor as he walked with Jack. He was scared to look up and see anything, even if there wasn't a reason for this. Holding himself like he did when he first got there, he was silent the whole way before they got to the solitary rooms. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't scared at all. He was scared plenty, but at least he had a book and time to think and pray.
When they got to the room, Jack turned to look at Carey, a bit sad. He really didn't want to have to do this to the poor young man. "I'll be in to see you on Monday," he replied gently.
"Okay," Carey said as the door was opened and he was allowed to step into the room. It was smaller than the other rooms, but had a bathroom and bed so he wouldn't have to sleep on the floor like he thought at first. "I'll see you on Monday," Carey said as the door was shut and he tried not to cry again, setting his things on the bed where he curled up on his side with his back to the door.
Jack took a breath and turned from the door when it was closed. He wasn't happy about this at all, but what could he do? He straightened up and started back down the hall, his head full of thoughts even though he had business to take care of.