The Sound of Revenge

Darcy's story

I was in a spare bed with Darcy lying beside me. I was under the covers but he wasn’t. This was surprising for a DJ I met at an under aged night club, you’d think would be all over me. But not Darcy. He respected me. We talked for ages about different things, but it wasn’t until it got really late that I started to get to know the real Darcy. The Darcy who was haunted by nightmares and constant abuse from his parents. They would hit him and kick him if he did anything wrong. I imagined Jarrod’s pain that he had given me. I was complaining but that was nothing compared with Darcy’s story. He had 2 Jarrod’s and they were his parents! His own parents who were meant to love him! It broke my heart to hear his story. He didn’t deserve that, nobody did.
“Tell me about you” Darcy said. “I’m sure there’s more to you than you’re letting on. You can tell it in your eyes.”
“No. I’m as simple as you can get” I smiled.
He put his hand up to my face. I flinched.
“Something’s happened to you” he said.
“Like what?” I asked, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
“You’ve been hurt. Somebody has hurt you” his voice cracked.
“How can you tell?” I asked trying to avoid his eyes.
“You flinched when I tried to touch you.”
He eventually got it out of me. I felt bad telling him about Jarrod. He had it much worse than me. Much worse. Yet I still told the whole thing to him in detail. This was something I had never told anyone but somehow I had the courage to tell him. A total stranger I met about 4 hours ago. I got really worked up about it in the middle of my story. I started shaking, but I didn’t’ even notice until Darcy reached for my hand and held it between his. This made me feel safe and comforted. At the end he said that we had better get some rest and I didn’t argue. I was tired so I pretty much fell straight asleep.
Jarrod. He was there, in the room with an axe. He was going to kill me!