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Nothing Else To Lose (But You) Part 27/?

Title: There`s Nothing Else To Lose (But You)
Author: ClariesR4ever
Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett (Others)
Rating: Teen, Mature
POV:  Gabe/Will
Summary: Cobra Starship was getting bigger and brighter each way. But of course, fame had a price. Each of the Cobras lost a bit of their true selves. However that all changed the night when Gabe meet William, an abused sexually emotionally and physically intern aka slave for one of the bands on tour. Through these diary pages, is the year-long adventure of Gabe and William.

Warnings: mentions of abused, neglected, singing, lovesick boys! Oh and Fuel For Ramon bands


"Diary Page 5...Today I was clearing out the house. Master told me to pack up the kitchen and to label them. I was then told to clear out my room of things I could fit in my backpack. I wonder where we`re going. Master is not dropping any hints but he can`t go far-He still has that recording with Pete in two days. I wonder if the place is warm. I hope so...I`m sick of snow and slush :("

Previous Chapters:

Song of the chapter: Thinking of You~Katy Perry


Official Editor: Hayman 

With Will...

 Comparisons are easily done

Once you've had a taste of perfection

Like an apple hanging from a tree

I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed

I write in my notebook by booklight. I have to be careful, the road is bumpy and it shifts the truck I am currently locked in around. I hold back my whimpers as I bump roughly into the side. It still hurts from Master`s  beatings.

It was what I expected. I didn`t expect a warm welcome, a hug or greeting. No I expected the beatings, the bruises all over. I was treated too well at Gabe`s I deserved this.

I deserved this.

Now I`m locked in this truck traveling to gosh-knows-where. Master permitted me at least my notebook and light.

Writing my break-up song, the song I wish I could record and give to my friends.

Thinking of you, thinking of you

I can`t deny myself though. I do miss Gabe.

I miss him so much.

With Gabe...

Contacting the police after discovering Will missing, we were soon heading to Travis`s house in the upper New York. The whole gang was here...Pete, Pat, Cardy, Sisk, Chiz, Maya, Andy, Butcher, Vicky, Nate, Ry, Alex....everyone nervous on approaching. Me? I was scared.
Travis was a tough guy. He could really punch someone out if he wanted to and we had proof of that.
But approaching the normal size house with a perfect lawn and nice color, I realized how much of an image he painted for us. I wanted to smack him...punch him...but I couldn`t.

Not untill my Will was in my arms safe and sound.

We park, the police telling us to stay put while they check the house out. I swear all the girls are crying and all the boys are holding in their tears.

"It`s clear!" one of the police women shouts, signaling us. "You can come in."

Finally. Was it really only 10 minutes?

Scrambling up the wooden porch complete with a rocking chair, I step into Will`s hell. (Excuse my lanuage). It looks perfect so far. The walls are painted a calming brown, complete with brown leather chairs and couches. A big screen TV and a wall of movies.

Going down the hall full of pictures of the band and vacation spots, we go to the kitchen. It`s cleaned out.
Nothing is here. It seems cozy...painted a sky blue and the tiles gray and white. It`s like a kitchen from a magazine.

Bedrooms are down the hall to the left, but I doubt anyone wants to go into fully grown boys` rooms covered with food, clothes and etc. No, instead we head towards the stairs to the right, leading to the wooden steps that lead to the basement. It`s dark and cold as we head down.

It spilts into two rooms, one to the left, the other to the right.

"Did you find anything?" Vicky askes one of the examiners.

She flinches, but nods. " the room to the left."

"Did you...?"

"No. But we definitly can tell he was here."

"How!?" Pat screams, tired of this terrible around conversation.

"Go look."

Heading through the tiny door, worn and beaten but with a broken lock, we go into Will`s bedroom.


"Did you finish those chores yet?" Travis yells at the sobbing Will, clutching his broken arm to his chest.

"Yes, Master."

"You sure??"

"P-P-Positive M-Master. I d-did it t-t-twice."


We enter into the room and I swear we wanted to throw up. The room was dark and cold, like a dungon. The walls were covered in grim and dried blood.

The floor was no better. It was covered in even more blood, nails, and broken glasses.

In one corner, there laid a dirty mattress, complete with a holey blanket and barely-there pillow. I couldn`t believe as I neared. The mattress was just barely supporting a person, it touched the floor. The cold, dirty floor.

"Oh Will..." Vicky whispered, as she noticed the hidden scrapbooks the gang had given us. They were hidden or meant to be under the thin mattress.

"Listen to this." Pete said, "Diary Page 1...Today I returned to master and was given what I deserve. A beating, a very good beating, to show what I missed. To show I was no longer loved or cared for. I managed to make lunch for everyone, than was allowed to go to my room. This room."

"Diary Page 3...Nothing exciting to report. Did laundry and the chores with a few beatings. I deserved them afterall. Is it possible to still love someone who hates you?"

"Diary Page 5...Today I was clearing out the house. Master told me to pack up the kitchen and to label them. I was then told to clear out my room of things I could fit in my backpack. I wonder where we`re going. Master is not dropping any hints but he can`t go far-He still has that recording with Pete in two days. I wonder if the place is warm. I hope so...I`m sick of snow and slush :("

"Diary Page 6..We`re in a hurry. The whole house is in a rush. People are running everywhere and here I am, under my blanket wondering what is happening. Why are they rushing? Did something happen? Is someone hurt? Is it Gabe? Please God, please not Gabe. They`re scrambling like chickens and here I am praying that my ex-boyfriend is ok. It`s natural to worry about someone you love, right? Oh please, not Gabe. Not ANYONE on the label. Please, God, please....."

"So they were hurrying around. They must have heard we were coming." Pete said.


I clutch my blanket to my sore chest, wondering when God will finally allow me to rest. Today I did my best-I tried to complete the mulitple chores, to dress nicely, to clean the house..but no. I failed again. Gosh it seems like everyday is another excuse and bruise. It`s impossible to believe I was used to this before Gabe. Gosh, I told myself I won`t mention Gabe and here I am mentioning Gabe. Gabe, Gabey, my love.

You're like an Indian Summer in the middle of winter

Like a hard candy with a surprise center

How do I get better once I've had the best?

I write by the sweet glow of my booklight.

He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth

It`s true. Travis kisses me I think it`s Gabe. One with sweet kisses that tell me he loves me. Not the harsh and cold one I get from Travis.

'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you


They must have escaped only hours before we arrived. The police are on it, we`re told. Go home. Relax.
But have they ever relaxed when they`re soulmate, their lover is missing? No. So here I sit with Puro, praying for Will to just walk in and smile that wonderful smile.

I need another drink.


'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you

(Thinking of you, thinking of you)

Thinking of you, what you would do

My lover.

'Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay, stay

Courage once again in my heart, I pull out my new cellphone (from Gabe) and press the keys to my freedom...9....1....1....

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