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Reek accepted her gift, though it was hard to hide how nervous he was about it. He didn’t deserve gifts. He didn’t deserve such kindness.  The thought of someone else than Ramsay touching his scars scared him. Ramsay was the one who made them and he like to keep every single one of them to himself, touching them whenever they were close. He pressed against them even if they were just a few days old, causing stitches to break and blood spill out of the cracks. Every time, Reek had to bite the insides of his cheek on to scream and every time  he felt his own skin crush under his teeth, leaving a metallic taste. Sometimes he wondered  these little scars that lasted a few days inside his mouth would anger Ramsay, he liked every mark on Reek’s body to be his and only his. There was a sick need for control that pushed his boyfriend to do all these things, Reek was terrified of it at the beginning. He could remember the days when he was Theon and he had enough courage to talk back to Ramsay only to get a burning punishment in return. Many bruises later, he has learned to keep his mouth shut and smile only when he was told to do so. 

The beating of his heart accelerated as he heard her words.  No, he couldn’t leave this place...Ramsay’s smell was still in the air, his clothes in the wardrobe, it almost seemed as if he was present, as if he was about to show up at the doorstep.  False HOPE was much more cruel than anything Ramsay’s ever done.  “ Thank you, ”  he answered quickly, though it didn’t sound genuine - it was merely a way to close the topic of Reek leaving this place shut. “ But I can’t.  I’ll stay here...he wouldn’t like me leaving the house. ”  Not using Ramsay’s name somehow made it feel more personal and sometimes Reek liked to pretend that he was talking about someone completely different.  There was a part of him that wanted to beg Fox to stay with him, but he didn’t let his mouth say them aloud. Instead, he whispered, “ I’ll be fine. ”  FINE - how much he hated the word. He was everything but fine and he didn’t believe that he will ever be anywhere close to  f i n e.

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“You’re wrong,” he blurted out, shaking his head. It was an interesting thing how Theon knew that Fox would never understand it, yet tried to hard to persuade her so desperately.  “It was my fault, it always was,”  Reek tried to think of what he has done, what happened that they and all the days that were before but he couldn’t find one thing that he could’ve done to cause it all.  It confused him and made him angry, he had to remember and yet his mind wandered hopelessly around, trying to find any little detail that he’s done to anger Ramsay and caused him to storm out of their house that day only to never return.  The longer Reek tried to remember, the more confused he got and it made him sob, chest raising and falling in rapid breaths.  Theon remembered only how he told Ramsay not to do it, to stay home with him, he begged him to stay because he felt like something wasn’t exactly right and he didn’t want his lover to get hurt; maybe that one time Reek was right? He shook the thought off quickly.  “And now — now I’ll never see him. Oh God...” he was terrified, alone, helpless like a bird that fell out of the nest. All the feathers where plucked off his wings and hopelessly looking up at the sky only made the HAWKS notice him.  “What am I supposed to do?” he whimpered, voice so quiet it was barely noticeable between all the sobs. 

He flinched when Fox reached out for his hands.  Most of his fingers were missing, the pinky of his left hand and two fingers from the right - yet Fox didn’t seem to have any problem with touching his scars. Everyone else was disgusted. As they should be.  The fabric of her gloves felt warm on his hands and though Reek didn’t dare to remove them, he still wondered if Ramsay wouldn’t be angry at him covering up his mutilated hands. His masterpiece. 

Theon tried to concentrate on Fox’s voice and the words she said, but every syllable sounded so distant and volatile. ‘You should never hurt the people who mean something to you’ somewhere deep down, Theon knew that, but Ramsay Bolton was different from the whole world, from the people he knew. Ramsay never lied to him. He was good when Reek was good and it was only fair.  One of the things he had to do was to remember his name, a simple task that sometimes managed to exceed him. He was foolish, that much Ramsay made clear, and in the dark it was hard to remember his name.  Reek clenched his jaw hearing how she called him Theon, he wanted to correct her - REEK was his name, his safe place.  “I don’t want to be here. What am I supposed to do without him?”   He repeated the same question, voice breaking down like a house of cards being blown off by wind.