Creepypasta Corner

Hey Daddy

"Mother please forgive me. I just had to get out all my pain and suffering. Now that I am done, remember I will always love you. I am your son."

The little boy scribbled at the end of the page with blood. Hoping maybe these lyrics will be sung one day. Looking back, he had no regrets. A knock on the door was heard, gently, but fiercely. The boy was startled by this; pack shivered up into his throat. Fear paralyzed him as the door gently opened.

A harsh whisper was heard, "Little child, looking so pretty!" The owner of the voice grew closer. With each step, the boy's heart pounded faster and faster. This scene was all too familiar for the poor ten year old.
"Come out and play, I will be your daddy." the harsh whisper continued ringing in the boy's ear.

The boy tried to run, but he was pulled down to the ground, having the adult on top of him. In a haggard tone, the adult laughed maniacally. Those piercing eyes screamed rape, but whatever the boy did only seemed to get him in more pain. A giant smack was heard, making the boy black out.

His eyes opened gently; he was on a bed with rope tied around his hands and feet. "Good boy, you've been so obedient." Those razor sharp words pierced like daggers through his skin. Tears welled up in his once so innocent eyes. He shut them right, knowing a world of pain was about to begin.

Everything happened so suddenly. Eventually his throat was raw from screaming and crying for help. The world surrounding him wasn't bright and colourful like it was meant to be. No, it was dark. This always happened to the poor boy, he would be left alone with his parent's friend and everything would always start. All the pokes and inappropriate touching. When did this start, he couldn't remember? He didn't want to remember.

"Mommy." the boy cried one afternoon while his mother was picking him up from school. She smiled a gentle one and asked what was the matter. Tears ran down his eyes; he had to do it or nobody would help him. It blurted out; he told her about this person, the mother's friend, who had defiled his innocence.

She stopped and stared. A laugh came out from her lips, she pushed his back a little indicating for him to move along. They got into the car, it was silent except for little whimpers coming from the boy's mouth. "I'm not a liar!" he yelled making her almost stop the car. She turned towards the back seat, her face sour, "Well, we can't just accuse people." she said knowing that her friend would never do such a thing. I mean, she obviously knew  this person well.

They got home and called the accuser up telling him to come over. Aggreing, the phone hung up and the friend arrived. The boy fled to his room. He could hear the footsteps getting closer. With each step, his heart pounded nervously. He was shaking, and little whines escaped involuntary out of his mouth.

There was a light knock at the door. Without another second, they both entered, "I didn't touch you there," was all the boy heard from the long talking this guy did. Saying it was an 'easy misunderstanding' on how they were 'playing'. Hesitantly the mother stood still and they guy laid a heavy hand on her shoulder. "It's alright." the guy said trying to make the mother to believe, which she did. Night came along.

The mother worked that night, so once again the family friend came over. But this wasn't going to be like  the other times. No. The boy had a plan. Soon after getting the plan ready, the same gentle knock was heard on the door– as if right on cue. Like all other times, the door silently opened with a harsh whisper. It said, "Innocent child, looking so sweet."

Walking a little closer, the plan was set into motion. The boy smiled widely as he ran to the adult sticking a sharp kitchen knife withing the abdominal area, sending the wretched rapist to his knees. He pulled out the knife and stabbed again. Again and again. All the while yelled, "I hate you! You ruined my life." Tears and nose droppings mixed with each other as he kept stabbing and stabbing. After doing the deed over and over again, he finally stopped himself. He curled himself up into a ball. He was finally free, free from the rapist's clutches.