Their Not Monsters

1. My Responsibility

Evan's pov.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I keep having that nightmare from 7 years ago. I was only 13 when it happened and I'm going to turn 21 in two months.
Not like it matters, I deserve it all.

Dad-"HEY LITTLE SHIT!!GET DOWN HERE!!!" My father tells from down stairs.
I hurry and get up from the bed and ran as fast as I could. I guess it wasn't fast enough because I got a glass bottle to the head.
Dad-"Next time move faster slut. Now go make me breakfast."
He lays back down on the couch as I go in the kitchen and wipe my head which was bleeding. After I'm done I go and cook some eggs, bacon, and waffles. I put them on a plate and grab a beer while heading towards my father.
Dad-"That's a good pet. Now go to your room."

I know what happens next. He does this every time he gets drunk and thinks of mom. He says I got her eyes,lips,body almost everything except her hair and breast, because I'm a guy. I hate it but I deserve it. He would try and be romantic at first then he would get more aggressive. I think he does that cause he remembers mom leaving him those nights.

*WARNING RAPE!! If you don't like this then skip please. I will try and do as little writing as possible for this*

I hear the door open and I know it was my dad.
Dad-"So the little bastard is asleep. Sooo how about some fun~"
"M-maybe later I'm t-tired r-r-right now." I try and convince him but like all other times it fails. His face grows mad.
Dad-"Why is it all the other men you've been seeing?!"
"N--!!" I was about to deny it but he covered my mouth with his hand and the other moved down my body and into my pants. He palms me and I whimper, scared of every thing he is going to do.
Dad-"Better keep your mouth shut or else!"
I nodded my head and he let's go of my mouth. He quickly takes my pants and boxers off as well as his. He takes off his shirt while I still had mines on.
He then turns me to were I'm on my hands and knees,butt facing him.I then cover my mouth as tears fell from it as father pushes in. He keeps going moaning in pleaser as I bury my face in the bed.
After what felt like an hour he finished and pulled out and walked out of my room as I layed there and cried.

*scene over*

I fell asleep with tears still falling. Wishing that I had died with her. I know that tomorrow, I would have to search for food since we are running low. So I need my energy for then.

What I didn't know was that tomorrow, my whole life was going to change.

But will it be a good change or a bad one?