A Trophy Fathers Trophy Son

Kellin pov

I woke up to the sound of my dad yelling.

"Kellin, get your faggot ass down here"

I looked at the clock on my side table. 8:00 am. To early for someone to be drunk? No, not my dad. It has been four years since mom left. I was 11. Dad didn't really know what to tell me. He just said mom went to spend some time with Jesus. (Yeah right, like I believed in God. If he was real, he wouldn't let my mom die to leave me here with an ass hole like my dad.)

I knew what was going to happen when I went down there. He'd been doing this for years. When my mom died I guess he snapped. I braced myself. I mustered up whatever pride and courage I had left. To say I was scared was an understatement. It seems like every time it happens, it gets worse.

I could tell that he was getting impatient because he started yelling louder calling out hurtful names, which only made my fear grow larger.

"Get your fat, ugly, worthless ass down here right now, you piece of shit!" I could already tell this was going to be worse than all the other times. But I knew I had to go down there, if I didn't it, he would just come up here and that wouldn't help my cause at all.

So, I climbed out of the bed and ran down the stairs in my boxers because I didn't see a point in getting dressed when I knew exactly what was going to happen when I got down there. I got to the bottom of the stairs and peeked around the corner.

"Yes, dad?" I asked.

"Get in here you worthless piece of shit!" He yelled.

I walked hesitantly into the room only to be slammed down onto the ground. It hurt like hell. I don't think he'd ever been THIS rough with me, I mean yeah it got bad sometimes but he'd never been this rough, this early in the beating. He gripped my writs and held them above my head. He turned me over on my stomach and started kissed my neck. I couldn't even see his face but I knew, I knew he had that nasty smirk on it. The smirk that showed he was glad that I'd given up trying to fight back years ago. The looked that showed no remorse for what he was doing to his only living child. How could he do this to his own flesh and blood? What did I do to deserve this? I would never get over this. He did this all the time, but I'd never, ever, get  used to it. How do you get used to your own father ...violating you?

He ripped off my boxers and I that's when I realized this was really going to happen again. After all the times he has done it, I don't know what made me think he'd stop. Wishful thinking I guess, you know, thinking that maybe one day he'd realize that this is not how he should treat his own son. He then removed his own pants and boxers. I knew I shouldn't try to get away but I did any way. I struggled to get out of his grip. He was holding me with his bone crushing, strong thighs. I got loose but he grabbed me before I could even get to the stairs. He dragged me back to where we had been before. He slapped me. "Don't you ever try and pull that shit again you little fagot!" He yelled. "All fours, NOW!"

I did as he said knowing that if I did what he said it would be easier. He didn't even try and go easy on me. He slammed into me and I yelled in pain.

"Shut up, you little bitch! You know you enjoy this, you gay ass wimp!"

He kept moving in and out, I gagged in disgust. I had to hold back the vomit at least for now. He finally reached his climax and let me up. "Go get a shower. You smell like a whore. You're going to be late for school if you don't hurry."

I ran up the stairs and as soon as I got to the toilet, I threw up what little food I had had last night. I stood up and looked in the mirror, gods I looked horrible. You could see my ribs and it looked like I hadn't slept in weeks, not that I had but still. No wonder no one is interested in me. Other than my dad, no one would touch me. People always looked at me like I had a disease and shouldn't be touched. Fuck my life. Why did this have to happen to me. Before mom died, I had a wonderful life, I was happy, we were a perfect family.

"Kellin, if I don't here that shower going in ten seconds, I'm coming up there and getting you in there myself! "

Gods I didn't want that! I quickly turned on the shower and since I was already naked, I jumped straight in trying to scrub away the hurt.

I tried to stay in the shower as long as I could. How I dreading leaving, it would be my first day at a new school and I doubted I'd make any friends, I was sure everyone would hate me. But at the same time I was glad to get away from my dad for a few hours.