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chapter four

Sadness and pain

Ryan sighed as he laid back into his bed, his face and chest illuminated by his phone as he slowly scrolled through his blogs dashboard. His eyes meeting funny posts and or photos, beautiful photography and every now and then, some pornographic posts.

He gave a sigh as he placed his phone down and began to ponder over a few thoughts.

He wondered if Timmy was ok, he wondered what would happen at school tomorrow, and then he wondered what time it was.

The large feline turned his head back to his phone and grumbled a little at the sight of twelve O'clock. He sighed turning his phone off, placing it down next to his pillow and then shuffled himself down the bed until his head was placed on his paws, that were on his pillow.

He closed his eyes for the moment, smiling a little as his mind began to wonder to his tiger. The small feline that was always cuddled under him, the little feline that loved to kiss him so tenderly, and that made love to him with something that he had never felt before.

It was something extra. Something that all his other experiences lacked.

It felt more real, more valuable to him. Not that all his other mates were valuable to him, he loved every moment, but will Timmy it felt like their connection was a lot stronger.

He, nor Timmy, had any though in their minds of breaking up. He may not be up to the I love you stage, but like he said, he did want to get up to there.

Ryan gave a soft purr as his mind continued to wonder, it began to wonder into more and more adulterated images. Starting from Timmy softly licking his neck, going further until it was Timmy bent over his bed moaning out Ryan's name as he deflowered him.

Ryan was slowly getting stirred up, his paw inching his way further and further down to the now tented bed sheets, getting closer to closer to his pulsating meat.

Ryan's paw just just about to wrap about the thick length, but the vibration of his pillow caused the tigers mind to come back to reality. He gave a growl and reached to his phone.

He picked the phone up, and as he read the ID, his growl turned to very large smile.

Ryan swiped the phone and put it to his ear.

"Just thinking about you." He said with a chuckle and smile, but there was no reply. Ryan's eye brow raised and his chest let out a huffed laughed. "Did you sleep dial me?"

"C..." Timmy's said, his ability to speak sounding minimal and his tone scared Ryan more.

"Kitten?" Ryan asked sitting forward, his emotion going from horny to concerned.

"Ca..." There was more silence. The only thing Ryan could hear was the sound of Timmy's distorted breathing, "Please... Please help me." Timmy cried, his voice sounding shocked and scared.

That's when Ryan became scared as well.

"Kitten what's wrong?" Ryan asked as he got up and began frantically getting changed into what ever he could grab.

"Please come over." Timmy said, his tone still the same.

"Honey, I'm coming." Ryan said as calmly as a freaking out mate could, "just stay there I'll be there in ten."

Ryan wasn't thinking straight as he took his phone away and with a press of his thumb, hung up on his boyfriend. Ryan grabbed his keys and hurried out his bedroom door. He went right past his parents who were watching TV and headed right into the kitchen.

"Ryan!" His mother called out,

"I can't stop." He called out, his voice sounding a little cracked as he walked out to the car. He walked right up to the jeep, and opened the door.

He slid inside and started the car up, putting it into reverse but as he went to reverse a brown paw grabbed the steering wheel.

Ryan's head spun back around, looking down at the chocolate brown paw, then back up to the lab who owned it.

"Dad I don't have time for this." Ryan said, his tone getting a little annoyed,

"Where are you going?" Greg asked,

"Timmy needs me right now." Ryan explained,

"It can wait till tomorrow." Greg said,

"He sounded petrified and he used the words 'help me'" Ryan said as he began to reverse, knocking his dad arm from his car.

"Ryan come back to the house now." The Labrador yelled,

"Dad, I love you, I respect you, you know that." Ryan said as he looked at the tall dog who now looked confused more than angry, "but my mate needs me, so I'm sorry but I can't just stay here and do nothing. I will be back tomorrow and you can ground me or punish me as you please."

Ryan then put his foot down slightly and took off towards Timmy's house, all the while his head going through all the possible reasons his boyfriend sounded so scared.

Did somebody break into his house? Maybe one of the football team members was scaring him, or maybe even worse. Maybe they did hurt him. Or did one of them out him to his parents?

Ryan's worry began to push him to go faster, so faster he went. He went as fast as he could as his worry for his mate began to put tears in his eyes.

'If one of them hurt him, so help them go' he growled to himself as he pulled up onto the car filled driveway.

Ryan got out of his car and began to pad towards the side of the house. He knew he wouldn't be heard with the music being played. He could hear it clearly from the front of the house, so how would they hear him knock?

Ryan padded around the back, going all the way until he came to the two rectangular doors that lead him down to the large thick door into his mates room.

Ryan lifted the carpet and grabbed the key as fast he could. The key slipped into the keyhole and as it unlocked. Ryan pushed the door open into what he would never be able to get out of his head.

It began with the bed. The sheets were torn, dirtied with dark and ruby red stains that still looked wet. There as a pile of brown, and red vomit smeared over the bed sheets what also had wet, darkened spots all over them while the back board of the bed, large white splats of what could only be described as semen dripping down with gravity. The board itself was broken in half while carrying long claw marks all over, with splintered wood shards around the long cuts.

Ryan began to shake while his head spun to the other side of the room where Timmy's computer was smashed and laid against the wall, his TV on the floor surrounded with shattered glass and his leather couch carried claw marks and more white dripping spots.

Ryan took a quick step into the room and jumped back with a growl, as a sharp wide object stabbed through his skin. He growled and backed up, landing on the steps behind him.

He grabbed his hind paw and looked down at the long, skinny piece of curved glass that was only lightly wedged in his hind paw. Ryan looked back into the room to see a red stained, glass scattered carpet that Ryan would assume to be the remains of the lava lamp.

Ryan was officially freaking out as he ripped the glass from his hind paw and rushed back into the room.

"Timmy?" He asked, as he looked around looking under the bed and everywhere he could; he couldn't find him, he was about to go upstairs, maybe he had gotten help. Ryan took a single step towards the door, but the bathroom door slightly ajar caught his eye.

Ryan rushed forward and pushed the door open to what he could only describe as the most horrible thing he would ever see.

Timmy sat in the bathtub, his arms around his knees while he trembled violently.

Ryan whimpered as he slowly padded over to his feline. Tears began to fall as the injures became visible to him.

Timmys chest and face were covered in the vomit that sat on his bed. His back had shards of glass poking from his back as well as the right side of head. His right shoulder and down the right of his arms were stained fluorescent red from what Ryan guessed was the wax in Timmy's lava lamp.

Timmy's face was cut in a few places, his left eye was puffed up and his nose was broken and bleeding. Timmy's maw had white, crusty and sticky lines through it while both his eyes were red but Ryan guessed it wasn't from his silent crying.

Ryan began to breath a little heavier as he knelt down next to his hurt mate. A feline he cared for and (even if it was to soon) loved.

He gasped a shocked breath as Timmy's tail hole was leaking a white and red mixture, making him let out a restrained cry.

The worst part was the blood trickling from the missing part of Timmy's left ear. It may have only been the tip, but it was missing.

"Timmy, sweetheart." Ryan cried in a deep and soft voice. "I'm here kitten."

Timmy didn't move, nor did he stop blankly looking at what was in front of him. He just trembled and shook while looking at the sink.

"Timmy." Ryan said louder, reaching over slowly and touching his feline. Timmy reacted, his very slowly looked over to where the sound was coming from. Timmy's paw moved softly and with shaken arms, Timmy reached over and hugged the strong feline. Hugging him and going to where he felt safe.

"Who did this to you?" Ryan asked, his voice still rusty as he held back his angered sorrow. He looked down and softly kissed the head, not caring about what he got on his lips, all he cared about was making the small tiger feel ok.

Timmy was shaking still. The fear and pain had consumed his being, he didn't know what to say, he didn't know if he could say it.

"Kitten, I'm here. It's ok." Ryan said, slowly turning his mates head to look into the blank purple eyes. "You're safe."

Ryan looked into the eyes that were once so filled with joy and laughter, but as he saw the dulled colour, he didn't know if he would get an answer.

"Kitten," Ryan said in an almost plead. He needed to know, he needed to know who to slam his fist into, he needed to know who to make feel the exact same pain he made this innocent feline feel. He needed to know...

"Dy-Dylan." Came a soft whisper.

Ryan nodded his head as the picture Timmy showed came to his mind. The brown and black Doberman. The soon to be dead brown and black Doberman.

"It's ok sweetheart," Ryan said, his voice still broken slightly as he wrapped his arm around the naked feline. He wrapped his arm around until he had a firm grip to begin lifting with him as he stood. "Can you stand?" Ryan asked, hoping to god nothing was broken in the innocent body that he had.

The very slow nod made Ryan slowly let his boyfriend go. Letting him stand as he grabbed the detachable shower head and turned the stream of water on. He put it down and slowly took a hold of Timmy's hips, spinning him around until he was facing Ryan. Ryan then raised a shaky paw to softly brush the trembling tigers cheek.

Timmy looked softly at the paw, then back up at Ryan. Ryan smiled as he reached down to the shower head and then the slow process of cleaning the feline began.

The vomit went easily, the warm water easily washed away the gunk and food bits until Timmy's chest was clean and bare. Ryan then moved to Timmy's back, slowly washing away the blood and leaving the glass in his back.

He would call an ambulance later.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to clean your backside ok?" Ryan said, getting a slow nod from the feline. "If it hurts tell me."

Ryan moved the water down until it began to slowly wash away the mess that was the felines behind. The red and white began to slide down the felines legs, getting less and less prominent until there was nothing left.

Ryan was having difficulty as he turned his feline around. He trembled as he turned the shower off and over to grab his mates toothbrush. He grabbed the mint toothpaste and added a good amount to the bristles before adding the water to the mixture.

Ryan padded back and held the brush out to the feline.

"It will help with... With the taste..." Ryan forced himself to say. Knowing fully well what had been in and where, knowing fully well how nasty it tasted.

Timmy looked down at the toothbrush and slowly took it, still shaking with shock, pain and fear.

Timmy began to very slowly rub the bristles up and down his maw while Ryan began to work on cleaning it.

Ryan got the hand towel next to the sink and wet it in the sink. His paws shaking more with rage now then sadness. His anger for his tiger making him move quicker now. He softly took hold of Timmy's cheek and began to softly clean away the blood and unwanted cum from his lips and cheeks and head fur.

It took a while, but soon the feline was as clean as he could be. Ryan smiled a little to help his feline, to let him know he was ok. Timmy was still trembling but Ryan could see he was recovering. He was blinking now at least.

Ryan moved his paw to Timmy's, then with the gentlest of paws, slid his into Timmy's.

Timmy's paw squeezed at the paw and let Ryan pull him slowly forward. Timmy took a careful step over his baths wall. His step was shaky and Ryan began to worry he would fall.

Ryan sighed as he slowly took Timmy into the wedding lift (being careful of the shards he had sticking inside of him), before carrying him over to his computer chair and placing him down. Facing him away from the damage that had been done. Ryan then slowly made his way over to the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel he found sitting next to the shower.

Ryan hurried back and covered the feline up, making sure he wasn't hurting his back before Ryan knelt down in front of Timmy. His purple eyes still slowly leaking soft tears and his tail was now wrapped around his right leg, so tight it looked like no blood was getting through.

"I'm going to get your parents sweetheart," Ryan said, getting a nod from Timmy while he shook. "You are safe ok, I'm not going to let anybody hurt you."

Timmy didn't reply. He just sat and continued to shake as he leaned forward with the towel wrapped around him a best as possible with out touching the glass shard in his body.

Ryan was too afraid to touch them, he was also to worried about putting clothing on him. It maybe to tight and cause bleeding again, and Ryan didn't want that.

Ryan slowly stood and made his way to the door, he opened it up and looked back towards the shaking tiger.

Ryan didn't know how Timmy was going to cope. He hoped he would, he hoped that this wouldn't be to hard on him.

He wanted Timmy to be in his life. He needed Timmy in his life. He just hoped he would be.

Ryan began to climb the stairs, his eyes letting go of a few more tears as he got up to the top of the stairs.

He opened the door and wiped his eyes, but as the door let open the view of the sink. Ryan froze.

There stood the very dog that had done the damaged, leaned over the sink and cleaning his member to what Ryan could hear.

Ryan began to shake violently. His mind clouded, his judgment failed him as he walked forward, his hind paws stomping as he then yelled.

"YOU FUCKING CUNT!" The tiger roared as he grabbed the Doberman by the collar and pulled him back.

The dog yelped a chocked high pitched squeal as his throat was grabbed and he was thrown back. The Doberman collapsed as his hind paws collided with one another, his body then rolling into the two chairs the Parker family sat to eat.

Ryan stomped over as he grabbed the Doberman up with a single arm before beating him back down with the other.

"YOU FUCKING HURT HIM!" Ryan yelled as he pulled him back up again, then with a raged foggy mind, picked the dog up up in the air by his throat and exposed crotch and slammed the rapist down onto the glass table.

The shatter was heard through out the house. All that was heard was the noise of glass crumbling then a high pitched yelp and yells coming from a male.

"Ryan what are you doing!?" Sean yelled as he grabbed Ryan by his shoulder, but Ryan rolled his paw away.

"Go see what this fucking cunt did to your brother." Ryan said, his voice in an angered, sorrow filled almost whisper.

Sean's eyes went wide as he went to the door in front of the whimpering Doberman and rushed into it.

"What's happening out here?" Dale growled loudly,

"This cunt did something inexcusable to your son Mr. Parker." Ryan growled, "you should go check on him."

The two tigers were confused before they heard a heart wrenching yell from Sean.

"Timmy!" He yelled out in loving pain. A sound that would sent chills down satins spine. Dale and Jenny didn't know what they had heard. They didn't know what was going on, but they knew their son needed them, so the two ran down the stairs to their son.

Ryan didn't move, he just looked at the Doberman who was shaking in pain while their were two more yells added to the house. Screams of worry and of pain. The family down stairs experienced something they would never forget. Something that would take a very long time to move on, but years to forget.

Ryan walked up to the Doberman, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him from the glassy mess and spoke two simple words as he looked right into his eyes.

"You're fucked."