Mind Full of Paper ♔ zarry stylik

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(WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL ABUSE ! Don't go reporting 'cause I warned you in the details anyway /: If topics like this concern you, don't read this x. All the love-Sabrina)

"You said you'd be home by eight. It's past eight." The foster father spoke with no emotion, drinking down a bottle of alcohol.

"I have money though," There was fear in Harry's voice. "you can buy a few steaks-or cigars-more liquor." He kept his eyes away from the man.

The foster father watched Harry carefully before saying,"sounds like a good deal, but," He paused for a bit to take another gulp from the half drunk bottle. "where's the sex?"

"I thought-"

"Start stripping, Whore." The foster father placed the bottle down on a little table stand beside him before lighting up a cigar and pressing it in between his lips.

Harry had no choice. He slipped out of his raggedy shirt, unclipping the suspenders and his pants. He looked down at his underwear, swallowing hard. The foster faster watched carefully. Harry's shaky fingers finally managed to tug them down.

Harry walked towards the mad man and got on his knees. The man immediately grabbed Harry's jaw tightly, surely hurting the boy. Harry cried out-the man was destroying his jaw. He shoved his member into Harry's sensitive mouth, causing the boy to gag.

"Suck!" The foster father yelled with his hand still clutching onto Harry's jaw. Harry obeyed. He sucked, gagged, and cried, but each time he did, the grip on his jaw became tighter. The foster father literally fucked his jaw.

"Harold? Do you live here? Are you alright," It was Zain. The foster father pressed his hand tightly over Harry's nose and mouth, causing the boy to have trouble breathing. "My ma wants to invite you and your-" Zain opened the tin door, spotting the scene. Harry cried out in pure embarrassment. He was naked, it was a bit hard to see, but Harry still felt so disgusted in himself. Zain couldn't see much though.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." The foster father muttered. Harry couldn't breathe.

"Put him down." Zain watched the man, not wanting to see the fear in Harry's eyes.

"Yeah? And who are you?" The foster father stood up, throwing Harry hard on the floor. The boy gasped for air. Harry's cheeks were extremely red. The foster father swiftly grabbed his gun, pointing it at Zain's direction. Zain shook his head. Harry lived in this horror and he was damn good at hiding it. The boxer grabbed a pan that was by the door from the heating tool that Harry used for "cooking" laid there. He threw the pan in the direction of the gun. The foster father aimed and Zain ducked. The gun fell off of the man's hands. Harry sat there in the corner silently. He was ashamed. Zain began to punch the man in the face-fist clutched, meeting the man's face in each second which was bruising up. Zain had been using his broken hand.

"Idiot! Don't ever touch him. Just...burn in Hell!" Zain wanted to say so much more, even curse , but the pain in his hand was unbearable. The foster father was weak now, but Zain was still in rage. He got up, looking over at Harry.

"Harold," He called. The boy didn't answer. "He's going to jail," Zain tried to enlighten Harry a bit. It didn't seem to work. "Come with me." Zain crouched down to where Harry was. He took the man's gun with one hand and tilted Harry's chin up with the other. The boy's eyes were blood shot red and teary. It was truly heartbreaking for Zain to see someone like this. Harry was charming, he was beautiful and to see someone look so hopeless was truly a heartbreak. Zain helped Harry get his bruised body to stand up. Harry remained quiet, but he did whimper here and there.

The boxer took Harry to his own home. On their way, Zain could tell Harry was naked, but he still couldn't see him since it was late at night and the lamp posts didn't all work so properly. He placed his overcoat on Harry and the boy immediately covered himself with it. Once they arrived at Malik's place, it was past 11 pm and Zain's mother had already fallen asleep.

"My bedroom's upstairs, the second door. Go to bed, I'm making a call to the police about the man-might I ask, who is is?" Zain looked at Harry, whom was staring at the floor.

"My foster father." Harry said quietly before walking his fragile body up to Zain's room-instantly sleeping once his body met the comfortable mattress.

Harry was having a nightmare. He tossed and turned the whole night. Zain sensed it. It was four in the morning and Harry began to sob in his sleep. Zain got up from the floor where he was resting-he too couldn't sleep. He went on his bed,"Hey buddy...it's okay now. You'll be alright. Please sleep." Zain cooed into Harry's ear. He wrapped an arm around the boy. Harry woke up, panting. He turned around to face Zain, looking at him. His panting slowed down a bit once he saw a little glance of Zain's hazel orbs. Zain placed his hand on the back of Harry's head and laid the boy's head on his chest,"Sleep. Please." Harry slowly nodded, closing his eyes and holding onto the other man tightly as if that moment was going to be the end of him. The feeling was odd, maybe uncomfortable for Zain, but he let it slide for now.