One shots based on roleplays

The heartbroke kid. -French.

A/N
This is an author's note saying this chapter will probably have mentions/scenes of rape incest and paedophilia so if you are sensitive to this topic I would advised you skip this chapter.
-Max

Lovell walked up to the family estate. A sense of relief came over him as he realised there was no golden Lamborghini on the drive. After placing his bags in his room he sat on a long light grey sofa in the living room he called Otto while basking in midday sunlight that illuminated the usually dark room.

The room was getting darker by the minute and Ottos call was short but it ment alot to know his best friend cared. The sound of keys in the lock snapped him from his tranquil dream. "Lovell?" His father locked eyes stared deep into the boys soul "Is it just you?"
"Yes Lorraine wished to do more in engla--."
"Atleast I have you."
A sickly sweet smile formed as he walked over, he loomed over his son, he gently wrapped his arms around Lovell but pulled him close with such violence and tenacity that the teen lost his breath for a few seconds.
"Your mother and I are getting a divorce"
"What? Why?"
"She doesn't love us nor does she care"
"But...But..."
"Shhh" he said placing his lips gently onto his son's "you look like your mother" he mumbled into the illicit kiss. "Upstairs, now." Lovell followed the command without hesitation for fear of his father's wrath. They both went to the elder's room, the man sat the boy down on a giant four poster bed and stood between his legs, "You were a bad boy to leave me like that" he brushed his son's long ebony hair away from his ivory and untainted skin, letting his hands roam the smaller body before kissing the boy's neck, soft kisses became painful gnawing and his neck became raw that would leave marks to last at least a week. The elder tore the other's clothes off leaving him fully at his whim.
"You shouldn't be so afraid."
"S-sorry..."
As the sex (if it could be called that with the critical consent absent) began and each thrust created more self hate and judgement, considering that there were a few jolts of pleasure mixed with the intense pain, he shouldn't be feeling this.
"Mary your skin is so pale." Mary the name of the mother, the name of the now ex-wife. The man came, inside his son. The two fell asleep on the bed, it was warm but far from normal.

***

School the next day wasn't fun, getting home early from England meant that Lovell would get questioned by class mates as to why he returned prematurely, but it was better than home, or was it? There was one issue he wasn't happy any where, but there was a weird comfort about being with his father, after some research he found that he most likely had Stockholm syndrome and a trauma bond but even knowing this, it felt good and strangely right to be fucked by his father. He left school and yesterday seemed to repeat, in an endless loop.

His mind melted into a hell scape almost like a graveyard full of broken memories. So when Lorraine finally returned the trauma bond was strong and her twin expected the brutal "love".

It would never be normal. Not anymore. Lovell, his light went out and he became heart broken. He was a heart broke kid.

It's over, I've written it. Its bad but i've done it.
-Max