For the first time in a week, the first time since that terrible day when he’s lost so much, Colonel Bailey Autumn slept peacefully for several hours, from the moment his head hit the pillow until almost nine the next morning, which was quite unusual for a man who routinetly woke up at dawn. He suffered no nightmares during the night, in fact, his dreams were very pleasant. He woke up at ease, thinking of his wife, though he couldn’t remember what he had been dreaming of her.
Surprised that he had slept so well, the Colonel got out of bed, realizing that not only had he fallen asleep above the covers, but in his uniform as well, a highly unusual act for such a strict follower of military conduct. He must have been more tired than he imagined. Feeling dirty and strangely stiff, he single-handedly removed his uniform, set it aside, and climbed in to the shower. When the hot water hit the mark on his forearm it stung horribly and he, seeing it, he paused. Where had he gotten that? How could he have not noticed something like that? It looked like a bite. Confused, he finished his shower, careful with his arm, and dried off. He pulled on a pair of dark slacks, concerned about the pain in his bum, left leg, before taking time to examine the wound on his arm.
It didn’t look very good, but now that it was cleaned a bit, he was pleased to see that there was no sign of infection. He began to wonder if something had happened in his sleep. The doctors at the hospital had informed him of his night terrors and the episodes he sometimes had. No way of knowing for sure what happened, though, which bothered him. He cursed his dead arm as he looked at the wound. There was no way he could tend to it. Perhaps Alex would help him.
Pulling on a white T-shirt and a classy, but simple white, button-up shirt, he slipped on his boots, one at a time, and left his room. It didn’t slip his notice how much longer it took him to get ready every morning now… But he tried not to think about that as he went to the kitchen, determined to cook a nice breakfast for his son in apology for his poor behavior last afternoon and the way he had ignored him. He thought it strange that Alex was still asleep, but choose not to wake him. He was a growing boy and there was no school today, so why should he wake early?
That in mind, he set to work on something simple that he could do fast even with his one hand, eggs, bacon, and toast. Not much, but it would do. Setting it on the table, he went to fetch some orange juic and his bad leg flashed with pain. Grunting, he stumbled in to the counter. Cursing, he decided that for now, while Alex was asleep, he’d swallow his pride and use the cane that Private Mathew had given him. Grabbing it from his room, he returned to the kitchen, set the cane down a moment, and poured orange juice for the both of them. Now done, he paused, not sure what else to do.

For the first time in a week, the first time since that terrible day when he’s lost so much, Colonel Bailey Autumn slept peacefully for several hours, from the moment his head hit the pillow until almost nine the next morning, which was quite unusual for a man who routinetly woke up at dawn. He suffered no nightmares during the night, in fact, his dreams were very pleasant. He woke up at ease, thinking of his wife, though he couldn’t remember what he had been dreaming of her.
Surprised that he had slept so well, the Colonel got out of bed, realizing that not only had he fallen asleep above the covers, but in his uniform as well, a highly unusual act for such a strict follower of military conduct. He must have been more tired than he imagined. Feeling dirty and strangely stiff, he single-handedly removed his uniform, set it aside, and climbed in to the shower. When the hot water hit the mark on his forearm it stung horribly and he, seeing it, he paused. Where had he gotten that? How could he have not noticed something like that? It looked like a bite. Confused, he finished his shower, careful with his arm, and dried off. He pulled on a pair of dark slacks, concerned about the pain in his bum, left leg, before taking time to examine the wound on his arm.
It didn’t look very good, but now that it was cleaned a bit, he was pleased to see that there was no sign of infection. He began to wonder if something had happened in his sleep. The doctors at the hospital had informed him of his night terrors and the episodes he sometimes had. No way of knowing for sure what happened, though, which bothered him. He cursed his dead arm as he looked at the wound. There was no way he could tend to it. Perhaps Alex would help him.
Pulling on a white T-shirt and a classy, but simple white, button-up shirt, he slipped on his boots, one at a time, and left his room. It didn’t slip his notice how much longer it took him to get ready every morning now… But he tried not to think about that as he went to the kitchen, determined to cook a nice breakfast for his son in apology for his poor behavior last afternoon and the way he had ignored him. He thought it strange that Alex was still asleep, but choose not to wake him. He was a growing boy and there was no school today, so why should he wake early?
That in mind, he set to work on something simple that he could do fast even with his one hand, eggs, bacon, and toast. Not much, but it would do. Setting it on the table, he went to fetch some orange juic and his bad leg flashed with pain. Grunting, he stumbled in to the counter. Cursing, he decided that for now, while Alex was asleep, he’d swallow his pride and use the cane that Private Mathew had given him. Grabbing it from his room, he returned to the kitchen, set the cane down a moment, and poured orange juice for the both of them. Now done, he paused, not sure what else to do.

Alex watched his room very slowly change from dark to light as the sun rose. It felt like it had been days since his traumatic experience with his father, but it was only hours. He slowly shifted in his bed then let out a soft groan, finally realizing just how painful his body was. The boy's mind raced as he thought about everything, what he did for the Colonel willingly and what was done to him, not willingly at all. Alex couldn't believe that he actually had sex and lost his virginity to the man. It was a horrible thought which made him want to vomit. Rolling over to his side, he noticed that Deakon was still laying there on the floor. He seemed to be sleeping but was really paying very close attention to his master, ready to attack if anything were to happen to him. "You probably have to go out... don't you?" He asked the dog quietly then groaned again.
The boy was very happy to know it was Saturday and that he wouldn't have to work about his classes. His father had actually hired a school tutor for Alex because they lived too far from the closest school for Alex to walk and the bus didn't come around that way. He didn't have his own car either so having someone come to him was the only available option. He knew that when Monday came around, he would probably still be scarred from what happened and his tutor would know that something was up with him. However, Alex figured that he would deal with that bridge when it came time to cross over it.
The dark haired boy then slowly made his way to his feet, finding each movement hard on his body. Throwing on a clean pair of jeans and a black band t-shirt, the boy looked down at Deakon. "Okay... Come on. I'll take you out." He said then watched as the dog lifted his head to look over at him. Realizing what his master said, the canine got to his feet then moved over to the door, tail wagging. Alex put his hand on the doorknob and paused for a moment before he slowly turned it. He knew that his father would be downstairs waiting for him and he feared what could happen. However, it would be cruel to keep Deakon locked upside without giving him the chance to go potty. Deakon rushed down the stairs, nails clicking on the hardwood stairs as he ran then he made it to the front door, waiting for Alex to open it for him. The boy got downstairs then slowly limped over to the door, trying to not make much noise so not to attract his father over to him. He opened the door and watched as the dog ran outside and quickly did his business.

((I added this RP over to the new site. http://bluemoon.incarnal.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=88&start=0))