knives out || why don't we

"Hello"

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The eleven year old knocked on the door, his little brother beside him while they waited on the door to be opened. Another few knocks, but their friend, Corbyn, his parents, or siblings never opened the door. Daniel frowned, putting his arm around Zach's shoulder and knocked for the last time.

A door opened, but unfortunately it was the neighbor's door. "Hello," The brunette greeted the young boys with a devilish smile, his heart racing in excitement. "Hi," Zach waved with a smile, the six year old greeted everyone; he did not know otherwise. "Stop it," Daniel softly scolded him, knowing their parents taught them both not to talk to strangers without them close by.

"The Besson's are grocery shopping. If you want to, you could wait with me, until they're here. I could call them for you," Jonah stated, leaning against the doorway as he watched the eleven year old pull his little brother behind him and further away. "No, we're quite alright," The brunette boy stepped back slowly, guiding Zach to do the same as the adult stepped closer to them. "No, seriously, i wouldn't mind," Daniel shook his head at Jonah, seeing the taller step closer and closer to them in a faster pace.

"Zach, go home. Run home, bub," His voice was soft, Jonah couldn't understand a word, but could see his lips moving in those exact words. The youngest boy had turned around and ran, but before Daniel could do the same; Jonah had gripped his upper arm and held him close.

The adult had picked the eleven year old up as the boy trashed in his arms, trying to hurt him enough to let him fall to the ground. "Let me go!" Daniel yelled, soon feeling the large hand cover his mouth and nose, making it harder to breath for Daniel; almost no air entered his lungs, his eyes wide as he continued to trash in the adult's grip.

Closing the door behind him, Jonah let Daniel go, but held his shoulder tightly; making sure Daniel couldn't run off to a room with a lock on the door. "So, are you thirsty?" Jonah questioned him, taking Daniel's hand and forcefully pulling him to the kitchen. "No, let me go!" Daniel screamed, scratching at the hand that held his tightly.

Jonah ignored the blood seeping from the small cuts Daniel's short nails created. He turned to the smoothie he was making only minutes ago, taking a glass out of the cupboard and setting it down on the counter. Jonah pulled Daniel up on the counter as well, standing between the young boy's legs and forcing him to sit there silently.

He took the small pill out of the small, plastic, orange container and crushed it into a powder. With a grin, Jonah put the powder into the drink, stirring the purple straw through it. The thirty-three year old reached behind the boy and took the knife into his hand, holding it against the eleven year old's neck.

"Drink it," Jonah watched Daniel's fearful ocean-blue eyes wandering around his face, the salty ocean tears falling from his eyes. "Do it, before i slice that beautiful throat of yours," Daniel picked up the glass, putting the straw between his lips and sucking the green colored smoothie through it. "That's good," Jonah's fingers went through his natural, brunette hair with a smug smirk.

Not even five minutes after Daniel was forcefully 'fed' the last bit of the drink; his body fell against Jonah's— he was awake, but couldn't move an inch, it was almost like all his muscles turned off. Jonah only smirked when he felt Daniel go limp in his arms, picking the boy up and bringing him to his bedroom.

Daniel couldn't move as he felt Jonah's hands around his body, pulling his daywear off slowly. He couldn't scream as he felt the pain increasing with every thrust. His tears continued falling down the sides of his eyes, Jonah's hands gripping his petite hips tightly.

Fifteen minutes later, Jonah left the room; left Daniel crying— naked. The brunette boy still couldn't move, his eyes closing as his crying increased. He couldn't believe this had just happened to him, he was losing his breath slowly.

The eleven year old could hear the door open, but he couldn't raise his head. He heard multiple voices and Jonah yelling at people. "Hello, Daniel, can you move?" The voice startled him, but there was no flinch, nor movement. "I will help you up, yeah?" Not a word left his lips. The officer pulled him up, looking straight into his eyes with sorrow. The older male pulled the sheets around his naked body to cover him and picked him up.

"He can't move, can't talk; it's like he's paralyzed," He handed the small boy over to the paramedics, Daniel's eyes falling closed tiredly. "What did you give him?" Jack, the officer, questioned Jonah with a glare; the older did nothing, but keep his smug smirk on his face— a chuckle falling from his lips.

"Look through the apartment and search for any drugs," They nodded at the curly-haired, searching through the apartment and eventually finding the pills Jonah had given the boy.

They would last for a day; completely being paralyzed, but it would wear off— which everyone was extremely grateful for.

Daniel would have to live with the fact, fear and the pain of Jonah raping him all throughout his life, but he cared more for Zach; who fortunately got away, before anything could happen to him and alarmed authorities to bring Daniel home.

wc: 931.

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May first, 12:04 am