the family that died due to tradgity and lived on due to insanity

chapter four

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️Before you read!!!!!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ this chapter contains sexual assult and sensitive topics, if you are uncomfortable with this, please do skip the chapter, i do nit want anyone to feel uncomfortable, if you are still going to read, this is just a warning.

Pov:Micheal

1988

It's been a week since Lizzy went missing, although i kniw she's dead, no one that goes to fazbears makes it out alive. I sigh and lean my head back against the locker. I don't care if i get detention fir skipping class, i just can't focus my mind to do anything properly right now.
"You do know you shouldn't skiping classes right?" I turn my head. It's just Mark. Even though, after Chris passed and everyone called me a murderer and avoided me, Mark still kept coming back.
"I don't really care.." i closed my eyes and let my arms fall. Mark smiled and walked over to face me, running his hand through my hair.
"Oh, Mikey, don't you think you should be punished for skipping classes?" I look up into his eyes, what does he mean.

He cups my face with one hand and put the other on my torso. I didn't like him being this close. I felt my cheeks go hot. This just made Mark grin a little more. His hand slid down my torso and rested down on my crotch. My eyes widen.
"I-i. It, you-" i'm stuttering, and i can feel my eyes tearing up.

Mark leans closer and whispers
"Don't worry Mike, it's all just fun and games. Don't hold it against me."

He then pressed his lips to mine, slowly rubbing my- you know...

(God, how much it hurts me to write this chapter- uh yeah, let's continue the story now.)

I closed my eyes, i didn't want this to happen, why do bad things keep happinig to me? 

My eyes shoot open again when he sticks his tounge in my mouth. My hands are resting on his chest, tears rolling down my face as he continues to pump my, uh-, thing up and down, moaning softly as he does so.

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I am sitting on the hallway floor. Everything hurts. I look down at myself, my hoodies ripped, jeans torn and my hair is a mess.

I yelp as someone yanks me off the floor and drags me too the principles office. I am in big trouble.

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"This better be important." My father storms into the office. The priciple gestures for him to have a seat.
"Well, good after noon Mr.Afton. i would like to get straight to the point. One if the teachers caught Micheal skipping class." My father groand.
"We understand that what has happend in you family is, well, it is sad, but that gives him no excuse ti be skipping class."
"Yes, we have had this talk before," my father rolled his eyes.
"Yes, but i am getting quite worried about his mental health, i think you should take him to see a therapist." I looked down at my lap, i really don't want to tell anyone about what happend today. My father sighed.
"I would rather him die of insanity that take him to a random fucker who thinks that they know how to solve evrything. Come along boy, we are going to have a little chat when we get home." He smiled and walked out of the room.