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chapter 4

TW: yelling, cussing, abuse, smut, step bro relationship, rape, self harm, suicide attempt

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   ~* Fylo *~

    "D-DAD! S-STOP," I sob, clinging onto my pillow. He moans and continues thrusting into me. "D-DADD! IT HURTS!"

     "Shut the hell up, you little slut," He growls, smacking my ass. I whine and sniffle, more tears falling down my face. The door gets kicked open and police run in, taking my dad away. An officer puts a shirt on me and leads me to an ambulance.  I sniffle and cling to the officer tightly. He tries to set me down, but I didn't want to be left alone. He's the one who got that man away from me.

    "Just set him on your lap, I can handle cleaning him up from there," The medic says. The officer sits down and pulls me onto his lap. I sniffle and move away, squirming, as the medic starts checking over me. He wraps my cuts, bandages my stomach and sides, and cleans my feet, taking out small pieces of glass. He moves to my head and starts cleaning all the blood around my face and pulls out small pieces of glass from my head and neck. Before Dad had started raping me today, he threw a glass bottle at me and it shattered. 

    "You okay, Kiddo," The officer asks. I nod and move closer to him. "I'm Tim, I'll be taking you into my home for a while as my foster child."

     "O-Okay," I murmur. He smiles and rubs my head. Once everything was settled, I get driven to Tim's house.

     "My wife Karla and my son Tyler are at home. Tyler is a little bitchy so don't mind him at all," Tim says, pulling into a driveway. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone."

    "TIM!~ BABY!~ I MISSED YOU," A blonde older woman yells, running and jumping onto Tim. "Oh, who's this?"

    "Our new Foster son. I just rescued him," Tim says, pulling me closer. I gulp and dig my face into his neck. "Come on, Fylo. It's alright..."

    "Dad, I need- Oh... Who's this," A tall boy asks, walking over.

     "Your new Foster brother. I'm taking him in for now," Tim says, smiling. "Fylo, this is Tyler. My son."

    "Hey, dude. What's up," Tyler says, reaching out to me. I flinch and put my face more into Tim. "Why'd he flinch?"

   "Is it okay if I tell them why you're here," Tim asks, looking at me. I pull away a little and nod. "Okay... I got a report on my radio saying that someone heard screaming, more specifically 'Dad, no stop! It hurts' from Fylo's house. I go over and knock, no answer. But I did hear muffled yelling. Me and my partner go inside and hear sobbing upstairs so we go and kick open the door only to see..... Raymond Swann was raping Fylo. Raymond is Fylo's father. I yanked Raymond off and pulled Fylo to me and he just clung to me. There was glass in his head, feet, some on his face, and he had whip marks and bruises all over his body...."

    "Oh my god," Karla murmurs. "You poor thing...."

     "Don't do any sudden movements, yelling, or throwing things with him," Tim says. "He needs to be careful on his feet."

    "I can bring him food and keep him company," Tyler offers, smiling softly. I nod and Tim helps me upstairs. He shows me to a nice room and puts me on the bed.

    "You can sleep here, sweetie," He says, patting my head. "Just yell if you need anything."

    He walks out and I look around. I felt uncomfortable on this bed, I wasn't used to it. I climb onto the floor, taking a pillow and a blanket with me and wrap myself in a burrito before falling asleep. When I wake up, I feel someone staring at me. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I turn to see Tyler staring at me in confusion.