Erik's Song
Chapter 7...it's like heaven...reading chapter 7!
I watched Erik walk down my street, and turn around and wave at me, as I stood at my porch and touched my lips, the lips that just had the best kiss, the first kiss, but probably the best kiss in their life.
I just stood there, in front of my house, dreading walking in; knowing that when I walk in, the excitement would end, because I'd have to face "them".
"So, where were you at all day?" My drunken step-dad asked me.
"I was, at the library-
"At the library my ass, you fucking queer, you were probably somewhere with your fucking butt buddy huh?" He asked, as he spit into my face from his intoxication.
"Whatever" I said as I pushed by him.
"Don't walk away from me" He screamed and reached for my arm.
"Let me go! you fucking drunk" I screamed in his face. He raised his hand and punched me, right where Erik had touched just moments before.
The stinging from the punch lingered. I touched the part of my face that Erik did, I cried. I didn't cry because it hurt, I didn't cry because I was punched, no- I cried from the place on my face that Erik cared so much about; was now ruined by a fist, and a bruise.
"Stop crying you fucking queer, toughened up, and be a man" He spat at me.
I picked myself up from the floor, and tried walked into my room. I slammed the door shut, and sat on my bed with a dazed look on my face, as I spoke to myself.
"Why is it that every time something good happens, it's ruined by my family?" I asked to myself, looking, searching for an answer...I tried to chew on that thought when the door swung open.
"Get up!" my step-dad yelled
"NO!" I yelled back
"Get your faggot ass up NOW!" he screamed again. I stood up. "Take your pants off" He said again
"What? no" I said in protest.
"You want to be a fag, then take my dick that pleasing your bitch of a mom every damn night" He said with a smirk.
"No!" I screamed again.
"No? fine then" he said as he traveled closer to me. He grabbed me by the arms and hit me again as I fell to the floor. He unzipped his pants, that horrible long lasting screech of something being opened.
He reached into his pants and pulled out his thick, 8 inches, my face lit up in horror as I protested.
"Please dad, don't...I promise I'll be straight.... Just please" I said begging, grabbing at his ankles to not do what he was going too.
"Too late for that now" he said as he reached down and pulled me up and bent me over. He then yanked my pants down.
"Please dad...please" I said once more.
"Please." He then jabbed at my hole, with no lube or anything no warning and my eyes went black and pain spread across my face as I yelled as loud as my vocal cords would let me.
He started penetrating me, jabbing his dick in more and more until he was all inside.
"Nice and tight, unlike your mother" He spit at me. I closed my eyes and just started to cry.
"Dad, please no...I love you" I could have swore he stopped for a second, but just as fast as he stopped, he continued to take my virginity...MY virginity, something that belonged to me...something I was suppose to give, at the thought of this, I broke down.
"Dad...please" I said. He just ignored me and continued to fuck me. I looked around the room, it wasn't in detail like it was when I was with Erik, and it was just a bed, my dad, and me. I couldn't take it.
"Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled as I took my leg and kicked up into his groin. He pulled out and tried to hit me, but I managed to dodge it.
"I didn't get to finish you fucking faggot!" He yelled. I ran to my cell phone
"I'm calling 911 if you do not get out NOW!" I screamed at him. He just looked at me and grinned as he closed my door.
I stood there, in the middle of my room, pants around my ankles, with a phone in my hand, feeling as small as a shrew. I just broke down...I dropped to the floor and started to cry.
"I can't stay here," I said while wiping tears out of my eyes, and gathering things together to leave.
"I have to get out of here," I said talking to myself, giving encouragement. I took my backpack, that was filled with my journal, some sonnets, clothes, and my school stuff and climber out my window, on my way out I realized I had forgot something and climbed back in, but sitting there was my little brother.
"Jay, did daddy touch you?" He asked
"No Julian, no he didn't," I said with a smile.
"Then why are u bleeding?" He said, pointing to my ass. I just looked down and grabbed what I wanted, and kissed Julian.
"I love you" I told him.
"Jay, please don't go" He said, as he hugged me.
"I don't want daddy to touch me again," he said with tears in his eyes. I just looked down at him, dropped what was in my hand and pain turned into fury.
"Jay, what where you doing with a gun?" Julian asked.
That's chapter 7...yea I know...kinda heavy and hard to read, but it's the story, and it is true... it didn't happen to me, but people I know. All of this... the people, names and setting, and situations are true...keep that in mind when u read this story...thank you
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