Trigger warning, assault, abuse.
Most of Felix's povs are probably gonna be triggering. At least for the start. I'm sorry:(
Felix's pov:
"Where's that failure of a f*ggot!" My dad screamed from the bottom of the steps in our small two bedroom house, I shared a room with my older step brother.
Nick snickered. "He's up here!" He shouted back. I groaned as I made my way downstairs.
Dad held a bottle in his hand, he threw it at the wall as I walked down the steps, which made me squeak, the stench of alcohol reeked off him.
"If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't even be in this dumpy place! Making me work all damn day!"
"Yes sir." I mumbled keeping my head down.
"C'mere boy!" He shouted as I stepped closer.
"You're gonna get in that fucking kitchen! Put your goddamn ass to work! And cook dinner!" he shouted.
I watched the ground carefully.
"Look at me when I speak to you!" He shouted. I glanced up, eyes full of tears. He slapped me across the cheek which stung.
"Go!" He ordered.
"Yes sir." I muttered as I ran off to make them dinner.
When I was 14 my mom passed away, of course it was all my fault, it always was. Last year my dad married Jean, my step mom, she was also a lazy drunk with no job.
Her kid Nick...well he was another story...
"Awh don't cry..." he voice rang in my ear, as his hands landed on my ass. Making me whimper.
Please don't touch me, again...
His hands moved from my ass to my front, as I continued trying to cook over the hot stove, stirring some left over chicken.
He cupped my crotch as he grinded himself against my ass. Moaning in my ear. It made me wanna sob, I felt filthy, gross, making me hate myself, and my body.
I should be used to it by this point. He slapped my crotch, making me squeak, my hand slipped off the handle landing on the hot stove. I hissed loudly as it burnt.
"Fuck." I whispered, holding my wrist.
"Maybe you should be more careful, slut..." he snarled before walking away.
I quickly finished up the plate. I didn't bother making myself food. I wasn't really hungry anyway.
I ran off to my room after setting the plates down.
Later that night,
Dad was still extremely drunk, as I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, I could tell they were Nicks.
I really didn't wanna deal with him, he always hurt me for his pleasure.
He came in rubbing his bulge, I wanted to vomit.
"No...please..." I whispered softly. He laughed with a evil smirk.
He ripped my pants off. And rubbed up and down my dick.
I closed my eyes holding my the tears his nails pinched my side as I squealed.
"I love hearing those noises you make, like an animal would just before being killed." He growled.
After he finished inside me, my body ached with pain, I had red bruises and marks from how he tortured me.
I needed to get out. I threw a hoodie on as the sun as started to set.
It was raining lightly, I slowly made my way out the front door.
"Where the fuck are you going? You're gonna clean the goddamn mess you made in my kitchen!" Jean shouted.
I quickly bolted not ready for a beating from her.
I ran and I ran far, everything was closed.
Finally I came upon a bar, I was panting aggressively, next thing I know, I was sitting here, with an extremely attractive larger male, who seemed much older than me and out of my league and an adorable boy, who was extremely kind to me.
I had told him my name.
"I-I can't go home." I whispered the smaller male sighed sitting down next to me.
"My names Rayn, I promise you, I understand. I will not let anything happen to you."
The taller man, pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You can stay with me for the night." He said softly.
Rayn smiled at him, what the smaller boy did took me by surprise, he stood on his tiptoes and pressed his lips to the taller man's, kissing him quickly.
T-they must be...g-gay...
The taller man froze as Rayn had a light blush spread across him.
"U-uhm We'll get going now so you can get into some warm clothes." The taller man finished.
"Yes sir..." I whispered softly.
Walking into his house was huge, something I definitely wasn't used too.
I was in awe, I couldn't imagine how much he had to work for this.
The two boys were talking in a hushed tone. I felt like I was intruding, I shouldn't be listening to their conversation, it wasn't my business.
I walked around the main room, trying to seem distracted so they could talk.
A vase of pretty flowers caught my attention, it made me smile to see colorful flowers inside.
Where they real? We would never have flowers inside at home.
I reached out to touch the flower, picking it up from the stem, a thorn dig into my skin, making me screech. The vase slipped off the table, crashing to the floor. The taller man rushed over quickly.
As glass splattered all over the ground.
"Fuck! Fuck! Sorry! I'm sorry!" I spoke loudly, dropped down collecting as much glass as I could.
"Felix..."
"Fuck..." I hissed mumbling under my breath, as the glass cut my porcelain skin.
"Felix stop!" He shouted, his voice was deep, making me flinch.
I barely processed what he was saying.
Tears began to rush down my face, my chest hurt.
As the glass continued to cut my hands.
Crimson blood was dripped onto the ground.
"Please...I'm sorry! I didn't mean too!" I whispered.
I quickly shut my mouth trying not to make him more upset.
"Hey it's okay." He stepped closer to me. I moved myself further away, shaking my head.
"I'm sorry." He held my wrist, and pulled me into a hug.
I froze. My breathing froze.
"You're okay." He whispered.
I remembered to breath, taking a deep breath.
"C'mon, let's get this cleaned out okay?"
I shook my head, I don't need help.
Rayn dropped down next to me.
"Hey, I know you're scared, master won't hurt you, we're just gonna clean your hands, you're okay."
I sniffled slightly.
They weren't mad.
They weren't beating me.
They didn't hurt me.
Slightly confused when large hands lifted me off the ground, carrying me to the bathroom.
The man...Andy, smiled down at me.
I somewhat felt safe for once...
It was different, a weird feeling.
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What are the thoughts on Felix? Is he gonna cause issues?
He's just a lil baby.
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