Walking Travesty (BoyxBoy)

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[Andrew/ Fathers P.O.V]

He had awaken From that horrible Nightmare, the same nightmare he had every single night. He moved around gripping the sheets sinking his nails deep into them, Tearing them. Not giving one single care. He angrily threw pillows onto the floor as if itd make everything better. He leaned up, his arms barely able to hold his weight. Shaking as if they were about to snap and drop him back down. He leaned up trying to rest his head against the headboard, Looking around the room, filth surrounding him. Rats seeming to stop and give him a look then carrying on with what they had to do, having more life than he does.

"Fuck." He thought.

Tears pouring like a waterfall out of his eyes, staining his lifeless tanned cheeks. Andrew leaned over the side of the bed, desperately trying to hold himself up as he vommited onto the floor, again and again until finally it was over. The scent overwhelming him, making him scrunch his nose. The disgusting taste, and the smell of alcohol still roaming heavy and strong in his mouth and lips.

He ran his horribly Cracked dry fingers through his hair, his hair drenched with sweat. Gasping loudly for air trying to compose himself once more. Not even all the alcohol he drank worked. Instead, He could feel his blood pumping loud and violently through his skin. Taunting him, Showing him he was alive. But that didn't fucking matter to this man.

She was gone.

And he knew, even if he didn't want to. He knew he could never get her back. And that was the bastards fault, his fault the woman he loved so very much died. She had passed away while giving birth. She wasn't strong enough, she couldn't do it. And she knew it.

And now he knew why she always asked him if he'd love their son no matter what. "Yes." would always be his answer. But now..

It should've been his son to die. 

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[Winters P.O.V]

"Stop, you're hurting me!" The poor boy mouthed. His father, his own flesh and blood was raping him. Thrusting himself deep inside of him. He could feel his arse stretching and ripping making him shudder in pain. He buried his face into the pillow, feeling a liquid trickle down his leg. 

"W..What is that.." he though, he stretched his weak shaky arm to try and wipe the liquid substance off. But instead his father whipped his hand with a blade. Causing Winter to jump up and Cry out in pain. Sadly, no noise escaped his lips. He was mute. And he knew his father took advantage of that. He pulled his arm up to his chest and held it trying to stop the bleeding. His arse burning as If someone had hit his insides repeatedly with a hot blade. All he could do was accept his fathers big cock inside of him. And no, it wasn't at all pleasurable. He didn't want it, he really didn't. He repeated that inside his head before he convinced himself it was okay. 

Tears soon caused his eyes to redden and swell, His bottom pink lip quivering. He was terrified, so fucking terrified. His father shouldn't treat him like this, should he? He didn't know, he'd never actually interacted with anyone. He was always locked inside of his room, his feet tied against the metal pole in the corner. He was treated like a dog, sometimes he didn't even feel human.