daddy kink | joshler + bryler

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oh.

daddy didn't come home that night.

daddy wasn't here for breakfast.

or lunch.

but now, an hour before we usually ate dinner, the front door creaked open, and he came home.

"joshua, tyler, troye, dan, everyone, i'm home! sorry for not coming home last night and coming home late; i was busy with work." daddy's voice roared throughout the house.

troye, dan, and most of the other boys' rooms were upstairs. only a handful was downstairs.

before i got the chance to talk to daddy, there was a scream upstairs.

"DADDY! HELP, IT'S T-TROYE!" jacob yelled, his footsteps tapping around on the floor.

daddy hurried upstairs and so did joshua and i.

daddy was so tall i could barely see what was happening to troye.

but when daddy hunched over to help him, i saw everything.

the blood.

the blade.

troye's massacred wrist and tear streamed cheeks.

the bloody towel jacob was holding in his shaky hand.

i couldn't handle it so i left. i ran down the stairs.

it was too overwhelming.

everything was bad. everything was very bad.

that could've been me.

troye is hurt and who knows if he'll be okay.

we're not safe here.

i thought about josh's offer about leaving together and having a peaceful life together.

but we wouldn't be safe either.