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Summary: Sometimes the perfect family is what they want you to see; you never know what happens behind closed doors.

Revolver
I

I could hear my mother crying in the room her and my father shared, which could mean only one thing has happened. I heard their door close – just barley though, and footsteps walking towards the other end of the hall. With a sigh escaping from my light pink lips, I began to make my way towards my parents' room, where I knew my mother would be crying. Opening the door just a crack to see if she was covered, I stepped into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Running my slender figure through her messed up hair. "He is in a very bad mood tonight, Dragon. I recommend you go back to your room, before he notices you're not there. I don't want you to get hurt." All I did was just nodded my head and placed a kiss upon her cheek before heading back towards my room. All without saying a single word.

It was only nine-ten in the evening; my mother had been laying in her room crying for almost over an hour. I wished I could do something to help, but if my father is in as bad of a mood as my mother applied – it be best if I stayed where I was. That is when I heard it, the footsteps coming down the hall again. Heart starting beating so fast I swore it would pop. Setting the book to one side, just as the door opened.

There he was, in the door way stood my father. I could tell he had been drinking tonight, you could tell it in his eyes. Also it did not help he reeked of the smell. "Hi Daddy." I said in a low voice – almost a whisper. All emotion on his face was an evil smirk.

Now his footsteps where softer then when he walked down the hall. Closing and locking the bedroom door as he stepped inside the room. "Hey, Baby Dragon." That was his nickname for his favourite son, 'Baby Dragon.' I noticed it took him no time in making his way over to the bed. "How is my Dragon doing?" Now he was sitting beside me, pulling my body onto his lap. I just let his body move the way my father wanted it to, no point in fighting with him – especially when he is in this state.

"I am good father, was just doing some reading for school." I nervously stated, taking small breaths as my father wrapped his arms around my thin waist.

I could tell my father's nose taking in scent and his grip getting a little tighter. "You smell really good Dragon, using a new shampoo?" Every little touch set chills down my spine.

"A new body wash." I spoke a bit shaky.

"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. You know Daddy won't hurt his Dragon." Those words did not make me feel any safer in his arms. All I did was just nodded my head to inform him I was listening. "Good, now be a good boy and go try on the new clothes Daddy bought his Baby Dragon." Walking over to the black cardboard box with a big green bow that was sitting on the computer desk, I pulled out two new pair of jeans. Then after looking over clothing, I began to head towards my on suite bathroom when I heard my father's voice. "What is wrong with trying them on here?" stopping in mid-step and turned and face the man, who was now lying on the bed with a small tent forming in his pyjama pants.

Biting the inside of lip and slightly nodding my head, I hated when he wanted a show. It was also his way to make sure I did not have any marks. I got to admit I was nervous; my rib cage was a little red. I was at Quidditch practise when the bludger made contact with my side. I slowly began to pull my own pyjama pants down, his eyes burning on my legs. Once I was standing there in my night shirt and underwear, I grabbed the black pair of skinny's he had bought.

Once they were on, I have noticed my father had gotten off the bed and made his way over to me. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to his body. "You look wonderful." Those three little words sent chills down my spine, I knew what he was thinking – I knew it was going to happen. I just wish it wouldn't.

"Dad, please not tonight." I asked, well kind of begged.

"But, Dragon. I want some special alone time with my favourite child." One of his hands was holding my chin so I had to look him right in the eyes; the other was still on hip keeping me from running.

My eyes screaming 'I am your only child.' I took a breath before speaking "Then can I please have a friend over for the weekend?" I knew he did not like me to have friends over. If they were over he could not have his way. Once and a while he would let me though, like if he was going out on business.

"Dragon, you know how I feel about other kids in my house." He now had a hold of my wrist; his grip was getting kind of painful.

"I know, I just feel left out. All the other kids can go to their friends and have friends come over for the night. I just want this one weekend – please Daddy." I more or less had to beg my father, he was willing to do anything for me, besides let me have friends stay the night. That is why when I had birthday parties there were during the day.

I could tell he was thinking up something, maybe a reason why not to let my friend stay the night. "Fine, this one weekend and only one friend over." He said those words through his teeth. A smile swept over my face and pulled my father into a loving hug. "You know I love you Dragon, I want to see you smile." His arms wrapped around in a tight hug, which did not want to let go anytime soon.

"Dad you're hurting me." I said to him, noticing his grip was getting tighter and tighter.

"Let's see my boy in the other pants." He walked over to the bed again and lay upon it.

Letting a sigh pass my lips, I walked over to the second pair of pants. I got to say my father does have nice taste in clothing, even though I know why he picked tight clothing for me. Mom would never dare say a word about what is going on here, if she did I would not but it past my dad to kill her. I swear only reason he keeps her around is to make us seem like a normal family – which we are far from.

I pulled the other pair of pants on, this time they were green. Looked like a stone wash or something. I could tell my father liked the way they fit, because his eyes were wide and he was licking his lips. "Come here." He spoke in a streak tone.

Doing as I was told, scared of what might happen if I did not. When I was at the bedside he pulled me closer. I was sitting on his hips as he lay on the bed looking up at me, his hands on my hips. "Remove the shirt." He spoke calmly keeping his gaze on me. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head tossing it to the ground. "Beautiful." My face began to turn red.

His figures began to move around my nipple – kind of like tracing them, I knew what he wanted. For the longest time he had said he wanted them pierced, I won't do it. "Just one." He broke the silence. "Get one done or your friend is not coming over." This time his tone was a bit angry.

A small sigh past my lips. "Fine – you win. I will get one done." I had a felling he would do that to me. I saw the huge grin appear across this face – at least he was in a good mood.

"Perfect, we will go after lunch tomorrow." 'Of course on my time, I can't even have a lunch with my own mother - even for a couple hours. I could not wait until I went back to school - I truly hate summer break.'