A/N: I am so sorry for how short it is, I'll try and make the next chapter longer.

Warning: This story has dark themes including rape, pedophilia (not graphic), abuse and violence. This fic will start with the investigation but will mostly be about recovery.

This chapter is before the Experimental Facility Investigation to delve into Tony's life beforehand, e.g why he ended up there etc. The other point of view will be Gibb's but that wont be until the third chapter where the investigation starts.

Chapter One

Tony

"Tony, where are you Tony?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, drawing my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them as I rocked back and forth.

"Tony there you are" I felt harsh hands on me, pulling me up and out the closet.

"No Daddy" I thrashed in his arms crying. "No"

His fingers digged into my upper arm; I whimpered. "Don't say no to me bitch"

"I'm sorry" I cried.

"Oh you can show me how sorry you are" He hissed, dragging me into the basement and throwing me on the cold hard floor.

"Wait there bitch"

I curled up in a ball, waiting, dreading.

It wasn't long when hands grabbed at my hair, yanking my head back that made tears form in my eyes. They began to fall when I felt the first burning slap.

A slap turned into punches and kicks, over and over again till I lay bruised and petrified.

Beating me into submission. Some wanted me to fight back but then it hurt and I felt everything. My daddy preffered the others, the ones that wanted me to not fight because that meant he got to beat me beforehand. I preffered them too, it wasn't as worst as the ones that did want me to.

I felt the hands on me, tearing away my clothes, touching my bare skin.

I let them, I had no choice, I couldn't even move if I wanted to. I shut them out, I had learnt how to by now. Just close your eyes and shut them out.

000

"Wake up now"

I came to it and looked up at my daddys face, I was still in the basement. I must have fell asleep.

"Come" Daddy beckoned his finger for me to follow him.

I tried to stand up but my limbs were all stiff and I fell back down.

"For fuck sake can't you do anything?" Daddy picked me up holding me in his strong arms. I coudnt help but lean aganist his chest and take in the comfort. I liked him carrying me, it was like he was just a normal loving dad as he took me to my room and dressed me, until he threw me on the sofa.

"I'm going out" He said tugging on his boots and chucked the remote to me. "Fry your brains out"

I worked the remote as soon as the door slammed behind my dad. I flicked though the channels, landing on Scooby Doo. I liked the show, kids defeating monsters, it gave me hope. I knew it was fiction but still.

"What do you want for dinner?" My daddy asked. I glanced up, I didnt even hear him come in.

"Chips"

"There bad for you" Daddy stated and then he sighed. "What do you want with them?"

"Nothing, just chips" I had an obsession with chips, I couldn't love them enough.

"You cant have just chips Tony" His voice is slightly angry now and I know what happens when he's angry.

"Chicken nuggets" I blurted out.

Daddy disappeared into the kitchen and I blew a sigh of relief. There were moments, moments where he acted like a proper dad and I liked to hold on to them moments because they were precious.

He made dinner for us and I sat at the table straight away when it was done.

"Turn the TV off Tone, were eating"

"Sorry dad" I jumped off my chair and switched the TV off then went back to the table where daddy came back with two glasses of wine. I hated when he drunk because it made him angry and if he wasnt taking his anger out on the house then it was me.

I took a sip of my wine. I didnt understand my daddy, chips were bad but wine wasnt? Honestly my daddy thought it was fine to give a six year old wine.

"Scooby doo, you like that huh?"

I nodded.

"Would you like Scooby Doo DVD's for your birthday?"

"Yes please daddy"

He chuckled and chucked me under the chin. "Okay kiddo"

I smiled up at him.

When we finished dinner, daddy plonked me in front of the TV and got ready to go out.

"Going where?" I asked him.

He glanced up from tying his shoes. "Pub"

My throat restricted, he was going to get drunk. I hated him getting drunk.

"When I'm home, you be in bed, yes?" Daddy said, throwing his coat on and stroked back my floppy raven hair.

I nodded and winced as daddy slammed the door.

I stayed watching the TV until I did get tired but then I couldn't sleep. Was he going to hit me twice in one day? Was he going to bring someone back twice a day?

He normally didn't but he was going to the pub.

I worried about it in bed, my mind not being able to switch off till I heard the lock turn.

Except I feel asleep.

I was awoken by someone touching my leg. "Aren't you a pretty boy?" The man leered at me. He was faceless, I did not know him.

"Daddy" I screamed when the man continued to touch me.

"Not the boys room" I heard my dad say. No one was allowed to do anything to me in my room, that was my solitary.

I was compliant when he dragged me out.