I Have Tasted the Forbidden Fruit

Chapter 8: Revealing Secrets and Hope

Warning: Intense Abuse

*Later on that night*

(Damiens P.O.V)

Samuel and I learned some things about each other. He still didn't talk much to me but that was ok. I understood. My mind was in a much darker place anyways. After the encounter with my father earlier all I could think about was what would happen tonight.

Everytime the sun went lower my mood darkened. Not angry dark...just sad and deafeated. I was taking Samuel through the woods to show him my father's field and what we would be working. It was a long walk and it would be nightfall before we made it back home.

Neither one spoke to the other. I was ok with that. It's better to be silent when you know something bad was awaiting you anyways.

*That Night* abuse warning

The first thing I heard around midnight or later was the crashing of the front door. I didn't move. I hoped Samuel stayed upstairs and ignored the noises.

I heard my door creak open and foot steps approach my bed. The covers were jerked down away from my body and my father just stood there staring. I rolled onto my back and waited. Then it happened. He picked me up by the collar of my night shirt and threw me againist the wall. He held on to the knape of my neck and banged my head off the wall over and over again and tossed me to the floor. I kneeled up on my knees and held my head. His foot connected to my nose and I fell backwards. He kicked my ribs my back my legs my arms. Every part of my body was in pain and I couldn't form a sound. I couldn't breathe.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me to my bed and bent me over it. Thats when I found my voice.

"N-no p-p-please don't." I whimpered.

"D-don't do t-t-that to me." I begged.

It was no use. I felt my night shirt pulled upwards and my underwear pulled down. It burned. He entered my body forcefully and raped me. It seemed like it lasted forever.

He left and I was left covered in his sweat and stench of booze. I waited until I heard his door close before I moved. I pulled my underwear up and winced. My hips were bruised from where he held me so hard. My whole body was throbbing. I walked out of my room to the front door and made my way to the woods.

I was headed to my place. It was a lake with fresh water. I thought it would have fish in it for fishing but I soon learned it didn't. The water stayed cool year around and was good for swimming. No one but me knew about it and I liked it that way.

Little did I know that another was following me.

(Samuel P.O.V)

What was that noise? I leaned up out of bed and quietly went downstairs. I stayed in the shadows and saw Mr. Reice stumble towards Damiens room. What the hell?

I tip toed and saw that the door was left wide opened and what I was witnessing made me feel sick. Damiens father had him thrown up againist the wall and was banging his head againist it. He was tossed to the floor and kicked in the face and then everywhere on his body.

His father grabbed on to his hair and dragged him to his bed. What I saw next is something that will forever be carved in my brain. Damiens shirt was lifted and his underwear pulled down. I heard Damien silently beg like he was afraid someone would hear.

Damien got raped by his father. A man a boy was suppose to turn to for help, look up to, and trust. No wonder Damien didn't speak fondly when he spoke about his father. He goes through this all the time.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I notice Damiens father moving up and fixing his clothes. I quietly moved back into the shadows of a corner and waited for him to disappear. I moved into the hall close to my door and waited until I heard his door close. I was going to go check on Damien; but then I saw him walking towards the front door and out of the house.

I followed quietly behind him into the woods. He probably wouldn't have heard me anyways even if I shouted. He had dazed look on his face when he passed me in the hall. He kept walking deeper and deeper into the woods until he came into a clearing where a lake was. It was lit up by the moon and I hid behind a tree and watched him.

He started to undress slowly and I felt my face heat up. But that changed when I noticed the already formings of purple and black bruises on his back, sides, legs, and probably his front to. He already had his shirt off but fell to his knees in his underwear and didn't move. He was holding himself like he was afraid he would fall apart and break. His shoulders were shaking and I knew he was crying.

I slowly moved out from behind the tree and approached him. He jumped a little when I placed my hand on his back but winced and stopped himself.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. He moved and grabbed his shirt and placed it back on but didn't button it.

"I followed you." I replied.

"I just want to be alone right now. Please go away before you get caught and get into trouble." he said. I usually listen but this time I just sat down next to him and waited. I felt something in my chest; a feeling I have never really felt towards other people except my family. Protective instincts. I don't want him to go through this like I do. To be beaten and talked down to and hurt. How can people be so cruel?

"Lets talk about it. When did all this start?" I asked him

"When I was 11. After my mother passed. It went from her to me. Almost right away. 'Have to teach you to be a man now boy. Time to grow up.' Pathetic right? I am 17 years old and a scared kid. I can't even defend myself. I'm so pathetic." his voice started to crack and tears were rolling down his face.

"He killed my mother ya know? Slapped her so hard and her head bounced off the table in the sitting area. Killed her instantly. He told everyone that she tripped and fell. I knew the truth and I didn't tell anyone. Everyone here believes he is such a perfect man and a perfect father and just flat out perfect. Who be believe me? I am the rich white boy who has it all and has everything handed to me and is ungrateful is I am disobidient. No one knows. No one knows. No one would understand. No one would believe me. So I lie and say I got in a fight or I fell or I hurt myself working. Lies. I have told so many lies I almost believe them myself. Samuel, how long does it take before a person has finally had enough and breaks?" he asked me.