Loving An Incubus

CHAPTER II: FATE OF A THUNDERSTORM BORN CHILD

GUN'S POV

I grabbed my bag near me when I finally positioned the last set of spoon and fork beside the plate, here on the dining table. I just finished cooking for my parents' breakfast and also finished arranging their plates. Now, I'm ready to go to school---  without giving a single taste to the breakfast I made.

This is my everyday routine. I'm doing all these because it's the least thing I can do to repay them for allowing me attend school. I have to wake up earlier than my parents, do all the household chores before going to school, cook breakfast for them before they even wake up without me grabbing a bite nor ear with them. They prohobited me from doing so, thinking that something bad might happen to the food, or to themselves.

I'm living through it for 21 years now. And yet it's still twisted, my life, my crucial life. That's the ugly fate of being me, a thunderstorm born child.

I released a deep sigh as I fix my hair. "You're good to go." I told to myself and forced a smile upon me.

I have to do things double time in order to finished all the chores and leave for school before they even wake up. Because for sure, I'll be humiliated by them when they see me and worst, lock me up in my room again. I don't want them to spoil my mood since I celebrated my birthday alone yesterday. There's nothing new, there's just something new. I can feel it.

After taking few steps when I successfully place my feet outside our house, my hips and butt hurt again. "What happened to me?" I winced in pain.

I tried walking straight to look less weird as I reminisced what happened yesterday that might cause it. "Did I fell from the bed?" I asked myself. "Probably not. And if so, why do my butthole hurt as well?" I kept thinking, until I finally realized a thing.

"A dream but it feels so real, uh." Thoughts keep clashing on my mind. If that was really a dream, why do my hips and ass soar? And what's with the cum on my butt, because that wasn't mine for sure.

But what if it wasn't a dream?! How did that guy entered our house, where did he go afterwards, most especially who is he? And It only means, I'm not a virgin anymore.

Wait...

Am I perhaps...

...raped?!

"KYAAAAAAH!" I shout loudly when that idea came across my mind without realizing that I'm already inside the campus causing other students around me to look at me, with confusion drawn unto their faces.

I covered my face in embarrassment, why did I shout that loud! Due to that, I start walking faster, heading to the male's comfort room.

After arriving in a short while, I headed straight to the sink and rinse my face with the cold water coming out of the faucet.

"Fucker of all fuckery fucktard fucking fucks, that was so embarrassing!" I shouted whispering. I groaned disappointedly and washed my face again hoping that those students who saw me earlier doesn't know me or doesn't remember my face.

"What a shout, Gun. Are you a crow?" I was startled when suddenly, a stranger showed up on the entrance of this comfort room. I don't know him, but he knows my name. "It's so irritating, you know? Just like your existence." he added smirking.

"I'm sorry but my class is about to start. I should be goin--" I was interrupted from speaking when he slammed the door.

"You're not going anywhere until your uniform isn't stained with your own blood." he confidently told me as he locked the door. I took a step backward as he walks slowly towards me.

"I don't know what you're up to sir but whatever it is, we can calmly talk about it." I insisted.

"Shut it!" he shouted as he grabbed my polo uniform and released a punch on my abdomen. I cough upon receiving his punch. But it looks like he's not quite satisfied so he punch me also in the face, and still in my stomach simultaneously. "You filthy gay." he insulted.

I've been through this, a lot. People cursing, mistreating, avoiding, and abusing me with me myself not knowing the real reason behind those. I've been through it, but I'm not and will never be used to it, even after countless times. What they did to me will heal physically, but not mentally and emotionally. And what can I do, ofcourse nothing, but to receive all their humiliation.

"You shouldn't been born." he told me before pushing me to the floor. I can feel that there's already blood on my lips and a single punch on my face is enough to put me to sleep.

He was about to give me the final blow when strange things suddenly happen. Cubicle doors start banging, lights start blinking, and faucets start dripping. Eventhough there's only me and him in this rest room.

"Get lost dimwit!" a demonic voice coming out of nowhere echoed here causing the guy who beat me shiver as well as me and start running away. I'm scared. I also want to run from this perhaps haunted rest room but my body betrays me. I can only stand up but i can't walk properly. it's not only my hips and butt that hurts. Now, my face and stomach hurts as well.

"I was too hard last night, I see." my heart skipped a beat when a familiar voice suddenly spoke coming from behind. I'm scared, confused, and is hurting. I don't know what to feel anymore.

Is this some kind of prank?

"Ohhh, did I pass out already from that man's beating that's why I'm seeing you again here on my dream?" I realized.

"I just saved you from being beaten into pulp, you could've had died without me, and now you're thinking that you're just dreaming?" he said as he walks closer to me. Still holding my aching stomach, I rattled while taking a step backward.

"That's not how you should thank your savior." his husky manly voice and his communicating eyes make me take more steps backward until I reached the end of this room.

I'm cornered.

"T-thank you." I stammer. I'm still convice that I'm only dreaming but I don't know why I can't control my own dream.

"You're still convice that you're really dreaming, aren't you?" did he read what's on my mind?

"I---" I was interrupted when he suddenly grabbed my waist and abruptly bit my lower lips, but it doesn't hurt. I was about to push him away and cried for help when he told me...

"I don't want your thank you. I want you to show your gratefulness towards me for saving your life in a way that we both like." he seductively said as he kept looking into my eyes, not letting go of my waist then he move closer to my right ear and whispered...

"Have sex with me, right here, right now, in a public rest room."

matthew

in behalf of kuya matt ,,here's an update for y'all.I'm so sorry to make u wait hehe