RUINED ; JOSHLER

:.:::.FOUR..:...

tyler shows up to school the next day with jenna on his hip and a bruise on his face, not to mention the ache in his chest.

smiling hurts his cheek but he has a reputation to keep, so he forces one anyway.

"sup dude, ready for the game tonight?" tyler barley registers his friend pete say to him.
"yeah man," he answers with another forced smile.
"woah what happened to your face?"
brendon asks him upon seeing the dark purple mark on his skin.
"ah it's nothing, just got into some trouble."
"dude who was it i'll teach 'em," responds pete.
"nah it's cool, everything's settled."
"whatever you say man."

tyler turns his head as a flash of blue hair rushes past, barley catching a glimpse of the brown eyes and nose ring.
pete notices tyler's stare and laughs.
"oh that fag? brendon, joe and i taught him a lesson yesterday. can you believe the little bitch has a picture of his mom in a locket? what a fag."
tyler turns to his friend shocked,
"dude you know his mom is dead right?" he says, practically gaping at pete.
"what no," pete says face falling a bit from the smirk it held only a moment ago, "what does it matter anyway? he's just some gay kid."
tyler stops and looks after where josh ran by.
"yeah," he says "just some gay kid."

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that night as tyler returns home from another successful game, his mother and father are waiting for him.
"so tyler," his father says slurring his words, "your mother tells me you're gay," he attempts to stand and his mother giggles taking another sip of her wine.
tyler says nothing in response to his father as he slowly makes his way closer to him. he can smell the alcohol on his breath and he stumbles back when his father slaps him across the face.
"answer me damn it!"
"y-yes," tyler stutters out, cradling his already bruised cheek, which will undoubtedly become worse now that his father has added to it.
tyler winces as his father grabs his wrist and pulls him upstairs.
"that's what I thought," his father grumbles.

"what are you doing?" tyler asks, heart beating out of his chest, as his father pushes him onto his bed.
"teaching you a lesson," his father states as he pulls down tyler's pants and pins his arms above his head.
"s-stop!" tyler says, struggling to get away from his fathers touch.
"shut up bitch!" he says, punching tyler in the eye, "you like cock remember?" he says as he uses his belt to tie tyler's hands to the head board.

a sob escapes his throat as his underwear is removed along with his father's, leaving him exposed.
"please stop," Tyler cries again, hoping to snap his father out of whatever state he's in.
"i said to shut up," his father sneers and shoves tyler's underwear into his mouth, effectively gagging him. tyler continues to cry as his fathers hands roam him, and cries harder as he feels his father prodding at his entrance.
his sobs become louder with pain as his father continues to use him. no matter how hard he pulls on his restraints, the belt is too strong.

with a final few thrusts his father finishes in him and pulls out of the shaking and crying boy. his father unties the belt and leaves him there.

ruined.