We're Both Losers Baby

{Chapter three}

!!!TW!!! Rape, Slurs, headcanons, OOC, panic attack, PTSD attack

Millie scoffed "What do WE have that you can't afford?" she seemed a bit irritated "With your daddy's money you could get pretty much anything you want, and he'd let you too!"
She's right, he would get me ANYTHING  I ask for, but not because I'm his "favorite kid" or anything. All because of one stupid mistake.

~flashback begins~
When I was 10 my dad and I where close, nearly inseparable! He wouldn't spend as much money on me, but I had all his time. Until my 11th birthday, all my aunts and uncles where over celebrating. The adults where all drunk and tired so I thought I could sneak some more cake. So I crept into the kitchen past all the adults and served myself a slice. As I was heading back to my room my uncle M got up. He asked me "What're you doing up squirt." although, it sounded more like a statement than a question. When I didn't answer he got mad, he grabbed my wrist and whispered in my face "Now listen here you little shit. I ask you a goddamn question you fucking answer. Do I make myself crystal fucking clear?"
I was in a state of complete shock, he'd never been this rude to me before, he scared me "Yes Uncle M" I immediately responded.
He retorted with "Good. Now what the hell are you doing out of bed?" I started shaking "No, see, there it is again. Men. Don't. Fucking. Cry." he laughed at me "So stop being such a fucking fag."
"A- what?" at this point I was trembling,  how did he know about my boyfriend "I don't understand? I-"
"You what?" he interrupted me "what did you come out here for?"
"Cake" I answered "I came out for cake."
"Well why didn't you just say that?" he was suddenly being nice again. We ate some cake together a talked about his hunting trips, but as time passed I could feel his hand creeping up my leg.
Once he got up to my thigh I stifled a yawn "Well, I better get to bed." I got up hurriedly "See you tomorrow uncle M."
"Alright Andrew, goodnight." he smiled. I could never tell dad, he wouldn't believe me.
He came back every holiday, birthday, and anniversary. On my parents 12th anniversary (I was 11) he came over to babysit me while my parents where out.
"Alright Andrew," my dad was saying as he walked out the door "be good for uncle M."
"Yes dad," I quickly responded "I love you!" and hugged him goodbye, well I didn't know it yet but he wasn't the only thing I was hugging goodbye that night.
"Hey Andrew," my uncle called for me "wanna watch Walking Dead with me?" he asked.
"My mom said I can't watch it." I stated matter-of-factly, "I don't wanna upset her."
"God Andrew," my uncle started, "yours uch a fucking prick. No wonder you didn't tell your dad." he started laughing.
"Tell him what?" I stuttered.  (I ain't doin the fucking i-i-i-i bs)
"You know what you fucking fag," he looked down at me in a way I'd seen my dad look at my mom, and I was scared, "how about I show you what you missed that night."
"No, please" I started crawling away from my uncle, "I don't  wanna!" I was a stuttering mess.
"Andrew you have such an annoying voice," he sounded very confident "I know how to fix that." he smirked at me as he unzipped his pants and shoved his dick in my mouth. "You like that, don't you Andrew? You fucking fag. You love choking on cock."
I sobbed and cried and begged him to stop, my parents got home earlier than he expected so he did get caught, but they where to late, I was raped by my uncle.
~end of flashback~

"Drew. DREW!!" someone was repeatedly shouting my name and just as I opened my mouth to respond I heard the voice shout "ANDREW!" and I froze.
I started to hyperventilate I need to get out of here. My breathing got worse until my chest was so heavy but so light at the same time. I felt like I was being touched again. I could feel his hands, his mouth, his... penis. I started shaking and panting I couldn't make out what the people around me where saying, until I heard Zoey's voice say "God, he's just as pathetic as ever." still shaking I felt my face begin to wet. I couldn't move, I wouldn't dare.
Until Jake moved next to me and got everyone away until I had calmed down. Hugging him still sobbing I told him everything, about my first boyfriend, about my uncle, but I still couldn't tell him how I felt.
"Drew," Jake pushed me back a little looked at me sympathetically " I'll always be here for you." he pulled me back into our hug, he let me just cry. I couldn't stop crying, I cried until the next class period when a teacher got involved.
"Drew?" Mr. D asked "We have something for you to pick up in the office."

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