fixing the unfixable -phan neko (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 24- A past with Jason

Phil's P.O.V

I froze in my pace some how feeling more scared than I did a minuet ago.

I listened stiffly as the lock clicked and bowed my head in submission knowing the hell I was about to recieve.

He burst in the room and when seeing the blood on Jason's face clenched his fists, red-faced, and stormed over.

I flinched back but his reaction wasn't what I was expecting at all, he didn't swing at me one.

Instead, he gripped one of my ears tightly, pulled me by it hard and crouched down next to me.

He then went on to whisper in my ear " You dare do anything like that again and, well, lets just say that you'll be begging me for death shortly after."

I gulped before timidly nodding my head in fear.

"Good, now do as he says." And with that he was gone again locking the door behind him.

I stayed in place, paralyzed, before looking over to Jason with dull, expressionless eyes.

I knew this was going to hurt and so I shut my emotions down before they could take over again, a trick I had learned when I was young.

I lay down on the bed motionless and numb as he began to crawl back besides me and rid of my clothes once again.

Soon after they were all gone and I lay exposed as he did the same to himself.

I looked up at him with the grey still covering my eyes and waited expectantly for him to begin.

"Did I fucking tell you to look at me you little slut!" He shouted to which I responded by looking away, as he wanted.

"Get on the floor and on your knees!" He instructed in an aggressive tone.

I did as told in a miserable silence before he shoved his member forcefully into my mouth forcing it down the back of my throat.

I knelt, chocking on him, but he continued to thrust at a rapid pace moaning profanities and insults as he went.

Not to long after he pulled out with almost as much force as he had entering and pushed me backwards making me hit my head on my wooden floor hard.

My face screwed up in pain but before he could see he flipped me around making me hit my face on the ground as well.

Biting my lip, I held in a whimper and tried to relax my body, but knowing what was soon to come up made it impossible.

"I want to hear every ounce of pain I put you trough. Don't speak but scream like the whore you are." He said making my entire body begin to shake and the flow of tears begin prematurely.

And with that he forced his way inside my entrance with no condom or lube.

I screamed out in pain, the loudest I ever had before, with a deafening screech but it didn't seem to faze him.

In fact, It made him began to thrust into me, causing the pain to grow stronger and stronger.

It felt as if he was tearing my insides apart and the more I screamed for him to stop the faster he went.

"T-that's right you fre-freak, keep on screaminnng. It's the only thing that ug-ugly mouth of yours is good f-for." He said with laboured breathes, grabbing my ear in pleasure painfully tight causing more tears to fall.

After what felt like hours ,but was most likely no more than fifteen minuets later, it was over and as he pulled out I could feel a mixture of his release and my blood begin to leak out.

The fat tears were still rolling down my cheeks and continued to whilst he picked up his clothes, dress and knock on the door to signal to my father he was finished.

I lay there, still, as my father opened up the door and let him out, stepping out with him to talk.

I couldn't hear much that was said, just the occasional muffled laugh that seemed to echo.

No more than fifteen minutes later my father re entered and so I quickly pulled my shirt over my head, wiped away the tears from my wet cheeks and sat up respectfully.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing attacking a client like that?" He bellowed, towering over me intimidatingly.

"I-i'm sorry" I stuttered weakly bowing my head in submission.

"Sorry isn't fucking good enough you pathetic piece of shit. I almost lost good money because of you, what the fuck did you use anyway? You know what that doesn't matter but ever pull a stunt like that again and your dead!"  And with that he took the swing that was previously forgotten.

He got me square in the face pushing me back into my previous lying position.

"The only reason I didn't hit you earlier was because he wanted you to look unharmed when he fucked you but now he's gone and you can look however the fuck I want you to."

His punches soon turned into a chorus of kicks and the pain of it all lit my entire body on fire but I've known for a long time: the more emotion shown is equivalent to more pain received.
~End of dream~

I shot up on the concrete floor screaming, terrified.

My labored breathe was filling the empty room, bouncing off of the walls but I didn't really care about that right now.

I could almost still feel the pain from everything in the blocked out memory and it is probably the worst one I have.

Slowly I curled up in a ball and began to sob feeling more alone than ever and I kind of wish someone would come in to hurt me, at least then there would be someone with me.

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Sorry for updating this past the time that it should of been published but ive had four exams today and as soon as I got in I fell straight sleep. Other than that I hope you all enjoyed reading and please rembmber to vote for the story and leave a comment if you lked it and if you didn't then don't do that. That's about it so yeah... bye bye.