The Boy And The Cabin In The Woods

Chapter 7: The Explanation Down Memory Lane

*This chapter is longer than the others, and has more talking than action, sorry.*
**TW: abuse and rape**

"First things first, my name is Tobais Nicholas Earthman. By blood, the son of Nicholas and Alicia Earthman, both pureblood Hufflepuffs. I had an okay childhood, it wasn't the worst but I'm sure my parents could've made it better. I had parents who told me they loved me and tucked me in some nights but most of the time would come home, after hours of being gone, completely drunk and out of it, very loud, sometimes even physical. I had friends, but they were forced by our parents and they could only be from families of pureblood Hufflepuffs. I had big birthday parties, but they were never fun because all my 'friends' didn't want to be there in the first place and my mother never got me cake or any sweets, which isn't unusual, because quoting her, 'kids don't get sweets so they don't fatten themselves up and look like balloons'-"

"What?! That's not right! Every kid should try at least one kind of sweet!" Sirius then gets up to slap James across the head and tell him to shut up before sitting back down by me.

"Thanks." He nods and so I continue, "But it got worse once I hit the age of 8. My parents saw that I was strong in magic already, even though I tried to hide it from them, because I knew what was gonna happen when they found out. They had me read and study every single magical book in our house, and trust me that was a lot, if our 2 floor library with floor-to-ceiling shelves had anything to say about it. And they tested me on them every weekend. I never saw my friends again, which to be honest, was the only good thing to come out of the whole thing. I never had another birthday party or birthday in general, they just gave me extra tests that day. Last time I celebrated my birthday was my 7th one, but the last time I ever enjoyed my birthday was when I was 4 and that was just because when we went to see my mom's parents, on the way there I looked up to the sky and saw a Thestral-"

"You were seeing Thestrals at the age of four!?"

"No Remus, of course not. I've been seeing Thestrals since the age of six months. Anyways, there was a herd of them that lived in the woods near my childhood home so I saw regularly. But that's not the point, the point is that starting since I was 8 years old, my life went from eh to hell in a blink of an eye. My parents decided that yelling and scolding me whenever I got a single question wrong was not enough apparently, so they resulted to 'beating the answers into me', as they said, when I had the courage one day to ask why they were doing it. They beat me more for asking 'such a stupid question'. Anyways, I-" I stopped myself from speaking another word, noticing Sirius' clenched fists and angry expression. I didn't say anything to him, I know he's beat at home as well, he never told me of course, nobody did, but I don't have to be a Ravenclaw to see the signs, I guess abuse victims can see the signs of other ones easier than non-victims. All I did was put my left hand on his right clenched one and he automatically calmed a little. I again ignored Remus and James' shocked expressions and began talking again, but not before thinking, hmm I guess not even them can calm him down when he's mad, "Anyways, that carried on til I got 9 years old. And it only got even worse after that because that's when my uncle, my dad's little brother, came to live with us. He was 23 at the time, young, handsome, funny, a ladies man essentially. But you see, the ladies at the college he went to weren't what he wanted. He wanted someone a little too close to home." My voice cracked and I shakily grabbed my water and downed the rest. I heard someone start to say something but I shake my head, indicating for them not to talk, to let me say this. While keeping my eyes locked on Sirius and I's now intertwined hands, I keep talking,

"One day, when my parents went into town to shop, I was sitting in my room, reading a book about magical creatures. My uncle came in and smiled this big, sweet smile, took my book and sat it on the table and sat down next to me. He asked if I wanted him to give me my late 9th birthday present, I had stupidly and naively said yes, thinking he wasn't anything like my parents, because he had never hit me before. He told me to lie down and close my eyes, so I did." I'm whispering now and squeezing the life out of Sirius' hand, but I doubt he minds, because he just squeezes right back. "The only sounds I heard is that of a zipper and clothes being dropped onto the ground. I froze and took my hands away from my eyes, just to see my uncle standing in front of me, fully naked. He stared up at him, eyes tearing up and afraid. I wasn't that stupid and naive, I knew what was about to happen, and so I begged him not to, I kept on begging and once I tried to sit up, it seemed he had had enough. Because then he just roughly pushed me back down onto the bed, and started to take my pants off. I started screaming and crying and squirming, all in vain because he then punched me in the face and I blacked out. I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to he was already in me thrusting and groaning. The pain of him in me, without any prepping before hand or any lube or condom on him, hit me like a wave crashing down on me, suffocating me. I screamed and tried to move around again, only to be slapped in the face and more pain be brought to me. So I stopped trying to squirm away, instead choosing to beg him to stop, even though I knew it would all be in vain. He just kept on thrusting in me, over and over, faster each time, and while it was painful for me, it was all pleasure for him. He was laughing the whole time, and then he stopped and started thrusting sloppily and moaning that he was sclose and that he was gonna come. I didn't know what was happening, all I knew is that I just wanted it all to stop. And after a minute or two, it did. He came in me, I could feel his sperm fill my insides up, and then I felt him stop. All I felt was relief, knowing it was over, that he'd finally leave. But that didn't happen, what did happen was him lean down to my face, and start to forcibly kiss me, and when I tried to move my face away, he grabbed it in his hands and kept moving his mouth on mine, silencing my screams for help with his tongue." I stopped to drink some more water I had accio'd and to look up at Sirius. What I saw broke my heart: he was sitting there, staring at me with the most broken eyes I've ever seen, silent tears running down his face. I silently wiped them off with my thumb, my unheld palm on his cheek, and softly smiled at him. I tell myself that I have to keep going so I drop my hand, look back down at our hands and continue, "He finally stopped kissing me and tells me that if I ever said a word about this to anyone, he'd know and do it all over again and then kill me. Of course I agreed, I was terrified of him, more than I was of my parents, plus even though I didn remind the idea of dying, I was actually hoping for it, I was not looking forward to having him in me again. After I agreed he smiled and said that since I was a good boy, he'd give me a reward. He was still in me, so he just slowly started pulling out, and I thought stupidly for a second that I was free at last, until he slammed right back in me and the process happened all over again for the second time, except this time I was awake through whole thing. He left my room a few minutes before my parents arrived back, and when my mom came into my room to check on how much I had read while her being gone and saw that I had not turned a single page within the 4 hours she was gone, she got mad and beat me. She asked why I hadn't read anything and before I could answer, I saw him, standing right outside the doorway, he was smiling at me and waved. I told her I had took a nap and then proceeded to beat me again, yelling at how sleep is for the weak and stupid.