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4-Daddy.. please don't ill be good I promise

I'm very sad whilst writing this... ;-; my poor child...

Also you are all my children now it's fricking official
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Mummy threw me into the house, Daddy locking the front door behind them. I stumbled to my feet and stood straight infront of them, scared out of my wits. What's gonna happen? Is death finally here to take my poor soul away from my lumpy neat sack of a body?

Daddy whispered something to mum, and she grinned and walked up to her room. Daddy picked me up holding me over his shoulder. We stayed that way for about 35 minutes, I think. I don't have much of concept of time.(lol don't worry about how that made zero sense just roll with it)

Eventually, Mummy came sashaying downstairs with very black, revealing cloths on. I whimpered as she walked past. She grinned and said,"goodbye Matty baby~ I'll be back in 2 days!" She tapped my nose, which I despise, and left without another word.

TW THAT IM GONNA PUT HERE ILL TELL YOU WHEN ITS OVER! OKAY, MY CHILDREN?

Daddy carried me up the stairs into my bedroom. Of course we're gonna play in here, he doesn't want HIS room dirty. He threw me onto my big bed. I bounced. Haha, I enjoy bouncing on my bed. Too bad I couldn't continue my fun, since we had to play right then. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain, but it didn't come. I peeked, and saw Daddy above me, grinning like a mad man. "YEEEP!", I shrieked. He covered my mouth, then uncovered it, and pressed his lips against mine. I felt his hand force both of mine above my head.

No.

I don't want this.

No.

I bit his lip, and he lifted them and sat up. I tasted his blood, but I had no time to waste. I kicked my legs into his stomach, and his hands flew to it. Jumping up, I grabbed his leg and pulled it. He fell flat onto his face. I ran to the door and squeaked,"Sorry, Daddy! We'll have to play later or something!!" And bolted. I heard angry shouts and heavy footsteps chasing me. I ran around the giant house, him screaming at me to come back. I started laughing, I like this game haha.

*THONK*

I fell over, having hit my head on a closet door. Daddy ran up behind me and grinned evily.
"Oh now you're gonna get it, Matty Bratty baby boy~"
I cringed at the nickname, which was only used when we played.

He shoved me into the closet, and roughly ripped my jumper and pants off of me. I started crying, thank -God- he couldn't see me. It was so black in there. And the pain... I'd only felt that pain once before.... When I was a toddlie....

He shoved me against the wall multiple times, and I sobbed and screamed and.... M-moooned? No no, wait... Moaned?! Yeah that was it... But not in a good way, I don't think. I didn't like it. I wanted it to end.

It went on like that for the extent of those two days Mummy was gone. I sat tied in a closet, only in boxers, and of course I wasn't fed. When Mummy came home, Daddy left. She let me out and I ran upstairs to my room. I was sweaty, smelly, and covered in weird sticky stuff. Gross. I took an hour long shower.

Right after I stepped out of the washroom, though, Mummy grabbed my and slowly pushed me against the wall. I got nervous, wasn't I just finished playing Daddy's game? She didn't seem to care. I tensed, ready to thrash, but Mummy pressed her body against mine. Slowly, rubbing her body on mine, she kneeled down infront if me. I started to cry. Why Mummy? Why Daddy? How could you..

She pulled my boxers down to around my ankles and whispered," Just gonna look for my earring, baby~"

She put her mouth to my..thing..

(Normally I'd say dick or pp but this is Matt, he's a baby.)

I screamed and kicked her face. Pulling my boxers up, I ran to my room, locked the door, and threw some cloths on. I grabbed my phone, checking the time. 16:03...school is out by now, I think? Mummy started stumbling up the stairs,"BBBBAABBBYYY~"

I gritted my teeth, and opened my window.

Only one story up.. I can jump off the drain...

JUST GONNA SAY TW ENDS HERE MY CHILDREN, YOU MAY READ ON MY POOR TRAUMATIZED BABIES

That's what I did. I ran all the way to Tim's house, tears threatening to fall. We all had exchanged addresses the day after I met them, just so we could go to them IOE. Welp, I guess this is an emergency?? I mean, Mummy did , uhm... I don't even know what has been happening to me. It just hurts. Alot. Now my lower half hurts. Owie....

I made it to Tim's house, finally. He was sitting on his house steps, picking leaves off a smol branch. He heard my footsteps and looked up.
"Matt?"
I smiled and tried to say something, but i was so sleeepppyyyt

I think I said," highhhhhhhhhhh"

Tim rushed to help me into his house. He tried to take me to his bed, but I couldn't sit on it. Something made me hesitate, and cling to him. He sighed and put a couple pillows on the floor, and layed me down on them.

I took deep breaths, and Tim went to go get me some water. I hope it's not bubbly water. I don't like that one. It's so yucky. Blehh! Haha I'm so funny.

Eventually this pink haired girl came in. She wore a yellow... cloth??? Idk what that is, and a shortie shortie short short skirt. She flounced right over to me and sat on my left leg. I sat up, drowsy and uncomfy. Haha that rhymed. Haha.

Anyway pink girl randomly said, "hey~ you a newbie here? Cause I'd love to share a room with someone like you, hot stuff~!"

I made a face and scooted myself under the bed.

"Aaahhh~ playing hardball, huh baby~?"

B-baby?

Oh no not here not now!

I did what I knew to protect my self. I shimmied out of under the bed, stood up, and screamed of the top of my lungs and bolted from the room. Pink Girl followed me to the door. I just kept screaming and ran around the house until I was tackled by a boy who looked to be 17. Oop, he's so OOOLLLLDDD, HAHA.

I continued screaming as he forced my arms behind my back. I screamed and screamed until I couldn't anymore. Tim came sliding down the hallway as I whimpered and cried. He jumped on the boy, knocking him off of me. The 17 yo landed on his bum, then sat right up.
"Hey! Tom!!"
"Why would you hold him like that, Brendan? He clearly doesn't like it!"
"He was running around the house screaming like a mad man! I had to do something!"

Tim grumbled and pulled me into a hug, and I set my head on his shoulder, dull eyed and crying. Brondand sat watching, a confused, sad look on his face. I didn't like that look. It was... Stupid. He was stupid. Everyone is stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Brondand carried me to Tim's room, which I despised. I decided I didn't like Brondand. He was stupid. Stupid.

Tim sat us on the pillows again. We sat in silence for a while.

Then, he asked," What happened?"

I can't tell. I can't say. Please I need help Tom Tord Edd please help me

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YAS, TWO CHAPTERS IN A DAY! IM SO HAPPPYYYYY YAYYYY

ALSO, sorry about this whole chapter, I'll try not to put so much nasty in this. I mean, it's the thing that triggers his PTSD tbh... Alot of my stories seem to be about sexual stuff... What's wrong with me?! Why am I like this please I need help. Also, I think I'm gonna draw scenes from this book, and make a book about it.

Sorry, wELCOMEtOdApANICrOOM I might be kinda stealing your idea???? Sowwy :(

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Hahaaa Yas bish