My deep slumber was suddenly disrupted by my father’s strong hands. He pulled my blanket away, feeding my vulnerable body to the pitiless coldness of the temperature. I shivered, both from the lack of heat that was attacking me, and fear. He eyed me intensely, examining my body with his strangest stare. Foul scent of vomit, alcohols and some other strange smell lingered along my nostrils. He stepped closer. My position was stationary. His face hid any perceivable expression. My brain was quite unsure of what’s going on. I slowly sat up, grabbing an opportunity to know his intentions. It’s the first time he barged into my room. What does he need at such early time? It was even barely dawn and silence was the only thing audible.
“D-dad, what’s go-going on?”
Our gazes met. Mine was full of questions and his was full of extreme wants. A different aura which was apparently foreign to my knowing possessed Dad’s eyes. It looked like he wasn’t himself. He wasn’t just drunk. I was sure of it. There was something else going on. Maybe he was even high. I’ve seen him do some drugs several times before. I’m even sure what those are or where or from who did he gets them. I wanted to protest and tell him to stop but I know it would be useless. He would never hear me out.
I waited for his response to my inquiry but nothing happened. He just continued staring at me the whole time. He was beginning to creep me out. My self-consciousness was starting to increase rapidly.
“You like dicks don’t you?”
Then he spoke with a smirk accompanying it. As soon as what he said registered to my senses, I froze. I could not utter any smart movement. My heart started to race like crazy, and it wasn’t in a good way. I started losing my presence of mind and that could never be good.
Once again, he stepped forward and that time much closer. I flinched slowly, but my back collided with the wall. I felt like it was dead end; there’s nowhere to go farther. I shakily and slowly set my left foot on the floor, preparing my whole body to escape, if I could.
His smirk grew even wider; he was looking at me with incredible interest. It was almost like he was planning to eat me up. He was planning something. A plan I would never want to know about. But then, considering my situation, I knew that I would know it soon. I felt like my insides were heating up due to so much pressure. I felt like I was an engine being conditioned for the race of my life.
Not long after, I let the rush of adrenaline took over me. I stormed towards the door the fastest I could. I felt like I used up all my energy I just gained from the rest just to perform my initial action. I was getting desperate. But Dad, being fuelled with different substances had shown the strength and speed that outmatched the best of mine in an instant. Just when I was about to approach a step closer to the door, he grabbed the back of my sweater strongly that I was pulled towards him.
He captured me easily. I squirmed from his tight grip, but it was getting tighter every second. Cries of struggle and helplessness found their escape through my mouth. Tears did the same. My body seemed to have its own consciousness for it had initiatives to fight so I could break free from his hold. However, Dad’s astonishing strength put all my efforts in total shame. He was dominating. I hated to admit but I was falling on the pits of defeat.
Dad straddled my torso using of course both his strong hands as weapon. He dragged me towards the bed. My resistance was constant despite the fact that Dad’s enforcement was unparalleled. He threw me to the bed and I slumped. I attempted to get back on my feet but I was interjected by his fist. He climbed up and directed his hands on my neck. Pressure and force flowed from his hand to my neck. Not only I was struggling to free myself, right then I was struggling to breathe. He swiftly fished a gag from his pocket and put it on my mouth without the slightest trouble. All my screams and cries were cloaked. Everything happened really quickly.
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But To Live Does Not Mean You're Alive (BoyxBoy)
Short StoryA story about an abused teenager who loves his Dad too much despite its abusive ways. Nobody seems to like the poor teenager as he is bullied emotionally and physically at school. The teenager has to live up with a tough life with no one beside him...
