He Broke Me but You Can Save Me (Ashton Irwin fanfic)

Chapter 5

Cleveland's POV

I woke up in my sister's arms. I barely got any sleep last night. I kept having dreams of dad raping me and I would wake up every other hour trembling.

*flashback*

I walked into the living room and started watching The Hookup. I almost fell asleep when I heard a loud shatter and a grunt. I turned my head to see my dad naked and stroking himself with a shattered beer bottle on the counter beside him. What scared me the most was that he was looking directly at me.

"Uh hey dad. Watcha doing?" I asked calmly but slightly confused.

"I'm looking at my sexy son sprawled out on the couch." My dad said. Wait a minute.....is he going to do what I think he's going to do?

"Would you like to help me with my needs, Cleveland?" Shit. I'm screwed. What do I say to that question? Well, I have about a million other responses to a NORMAL person but........

"Um, no dad. Sorry, but school has been tiring lately I think I'm gonna go-" my dad cut me off by slapping me.

"I will get what I want. You hear me? Now, come here." I stared at my dad. Is he insane? Hell yeah.

"You fucking bastard." He mumbled before picking me up and dragging me to my room. My room....why the fuck does he want me to suffer in my own damn room?! I'm gonna suffer either way but....it's my room. My dad threw me on my bed and slammed the door, locking it after. He smirked and walked towards me. He began pulling at my shirt and kissing me forcingly. He tried slipping my shirt over my head but I fought him. I pushed and kicked until my dad let go of me. He slapped me and hit me several times before I was stripped of my clothing. I laid there awkwardly and watched my dad longingly stare at me. That's when he began thrusting in and out of me. I began crying from pain and betrayal. After minutes of being raped I heard a bang on my door.

*end of flashback*

I still can't believe it happened. I probably should've seen it coming with the signs he was giving over the years. He hasn't stopped drinking since a week after mom passed away. Wait a minute.....it all makes sense now.

"Hey, Jamie. Jamie wake up." I say and rub her shoulder. She stirs around before opening her eyes.

"Morning, little dude." She said while stretching.

"Good morning. I think I have an explanation as to why dad uh raped me yesterday." I say quietly.

"What is that?" She said and yawned.

"It's December 23, Jamie. Do you remember what day that is?" I asked with hope.

"Yeah. It's mom's birthday." She said and piddled with her fingers before staring up at the sky through her window.

"Hey, don't be sad, Jamie. But that's part of the reason, right? I mean, dad drinks because mom died. He realized yesterday that today was her birthday and he was so sad that the only way to cover it up is through anger. If we send him to rehab, hopefully the drinking will stop. If the drinking stops, he'll be our dad again. The dad we haven't had for the past 5 years." I said and Jamie looked at me. She had that look in her eyes. The doubtful look that kills me inside.

"I wish it was that easy, Cleveland. But dad is to the point to where he's unapproachable due to drinking. He won't give in to us that easily." I looked at her for a second before nodding. I know she's right. It isn't that easy.

"Jamie, I just don't want to be scared to walk through my own front door anymore. I don't want to have to acknowledge the fact that our dad could abuse us in many ways as soon as we get up and as soon as we get home. I don't want to lie to my friends anymore and I know you don't want to either, but I feel bad because they ask sometimes why they can't come to my house. I have to tell them that we have to go visit family, do chores, or that you are already having someone over. I know the same thing happens to you, but aren't you tired of lying?" I said. By now, Jamie has tears rolling down her face. I pulled her into a cuddle and rubbed her back gently. I know it's hard for her to hear and I know she's just as scared as I am. We have to grow up and I don't know about her, but I want my dad back. I haven't seen him in 5 years. Just like mom. I haven't seen either of my parents for 5 years. Now I had tears rushing down my cheeks.