Chapter 1

His Abuse

Author's Note: Hey guys! Octavian here and this is basically my first story here on Fanfiction. Now, if you're reading this then you've just happened to stumble across this story and I'm extremely happy that you have. To give you a brief summary, this story will mainly be focused on a boy named Trevor that's been sexually abused by his father since he was eight years old. He has developed a deep hatred for his father and any other abusive parents or molesters. Now you can go ahead and read…

Trevor POV

"Son," I heard my father say. No, he isn't your father anymore! He's a monster…

I heard his footsteps and knew that he was standing right outside of my hiding place. He opened the door and threw me out onto the ground. He stood over me, an evil grin on his face.

"How about we make some more of those videos?" he asked, making me shake in fear.

He laughed at my reaction and added, "And maybe if your better this time, I won't beat you afterwards. But only if you can make your 'pleasure' convincing." He placed air quotes around pleasure.

I backed up and tried to escape from the room, but then a big, burly man walked into my bedroom. He wore the same grin as my father.

"And I hope that you don't mind the fact that I invited someone to help with the videos," Dad said, and then shoved me onto the bed.

I screamed, "NO!"

I kicked him in the face and he stumbled for a bit, but he regained his footing and tried to punch me. However, I sidestepped and kneed him in the stomach. he doubled over and I tried escape from the room, but the other man grabbed me by the shirt collar and slammed me against the wall.

He said, "Listen to your father and you won't get hurt too badly!"

He slammed me into the wall again, but this time it was face-first. I felt my nose break and start to bleed, but I bit my tongue to keep from crying out.

Dad started to zip down my pants and I just let him. I had perfected the art of letting go of reality long ago. It allowed me to visit my mind so that I couldn't feel the pain or dirtiness that spread throughout my body.

Instead, I just thought about how I would soon grow up and be able to leave my abusive father. I would go to college, meet a girl, have kids, die peacefully, and go to Heaven.

You're not gonna go to heaven if this crap goes on any longer, I thought, looking in the mirror after Dad and his friend had left the house. Bruises and scrapes covered my body and a slow, yet steady, trickle of blood was flowing out of my butt.

I turned on the shower and stepped in immediately, as I didn't have any clothes on. I let the water flow over my injured, abused, battered body. After a few minutes, a new source of water fueled the shower. My tears. I let the droplets of water flow from my eyes as my body was soon on the floor of the shower, convulsing with sobs and spasms.

My father had been doing this to me since my Mother died five years ago when I was eight. At first, it had only been about once a month and he didn't actually make the sessions into videos. And he was always drunk when it happened.

But then the raping started happening more often and on purpose. He taped it and started posting it on terrible websites. I should know, because he makes me watch him put it on the Internet.

I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist. I headed to my room and stepped into some boxers. I grabbed the bandages and slowly wrapped them around my muscular abdomen. I bit down on my tongue until I was done wrapping and laid down on my back.

I closed my eyes and thought of a different time, one when Mother was still alive and my dad wasn't abusing me. I smiled and remembered the day in the park when my dad had played catch with me and my mom had prepared a picnic.

That was before Mom had been diagnosed, before Dad had started drinking, before the funeral.

My phone rang, disturbing my thoughts. I grabbed it and answered, "Hello?"

"Trevor, are you there? Please tell me that you're there!" replied the worried voice on the other end of the line.

I chuckled. "If I wasn't here then I would I have picked up the phone, Ashley?"

Ashley was my best friend and the only person that knew about my father abusing me. The day we had met, we both knew that we would be each other's anchors as both of us had terrible parents. We did everything together from watching TV, studying, even helping me train for football in the off-season. Plus, she was the only girl at my school that didn't want to sleep with me… at least that I knew of.

She sighed and said, "I've called you like five times in the past two hours! Where have you been?" I grunted as I stood up and it didn't go unnoticed by her. "Oh, Trevor. Did it happen again?"

"Yeah, it did," I said, slowly making my way down the stairs. "This time he brought a friend."

"Trevor, I don't know why you haven't just reported it to the CPS! They could help!"

I sucked in my breath as I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and placed it on my aching stomach. "Because I tried that when I was ten and Dad just called his lawyer friend and get out of trouble!" I sighed and fell back onto the couch. "I was grounded for four months and he freaking beat me every night!"

"Why can't you just call them again?"

"Because my dad is the CEO of Williams and Raleigh Publishing, the birthplace of almost all of the major books series ever known to mankind. Not to mention the fact that he's friends with the head lawyer of Smith Law Firm! Who would actually believe me?"

Smith Law Firm was the most renown law firm in all of the Western Hemisphere. It had saved more people from jail than cowpox had saved people from smallpox.

"I would," Ashley answered. "And can't you just show them those videos that your dad posts on the Internet?"

"He blurs out the faces so that you can't see that it's me or him," I said, picking up the TV remote and scrolling through the channels, looking for something to change the subject. "Hey, the Clone Wars is coming on tonight! Wanna come over and watch?"

"I don't know. I have tons of homework and we have that huge history test tomorrow and I'll be over there in fifteen minutes."

"Make sure to bring the gummy worms," I said, heading to the kitchen.

"I'll grab some as long as you get the popcorn and the lightsabers," she said in that sassy tone that she used with our teachers.

I smirked and said, "Do you think that it's a little nerdy that we're watching Star Wars in the eighth grade?"

There was a moment of silence before I heard laughing over the phone and pretty soon, I was laughing as well.

Twenty minutes passed and I heard a knock on the door before Ashley barged in and yelled, "I'M HOME!"

She was wearing a shirt that said 'Keep calm, boys! I'm single!' and had her blonde hair pulled in some kind of braid. She had a bag full of gummy worms and had brought her Ahsoka Tano comforter.

She examined me and her eyes finally settled on my abs. "Put on a shirt, Trevor!"

I smirked and said, "Why? Can't control yourself?"

She rolled her eyes and immediately sat down on the couch, grabbing some popcorn from the bowl. "How long until Ted gets home?"

"Idk. He's probably out with some girl," I said, sitting down next to Ashley and taking a gummy worm.

"I forget, but is he gay or bi because he sure isn't straight? she asked, pulling up the TV Guide and going to TCW.

"Probably bi," I said, spreading out the comforter so that it covered both us.

We watched the show with raptured attention, our eyes never leaving the screen as we watched our favorite heroes once again beat the Seppies.

It ended and we both sighed out of disappointment. We were both total TCW freaks and proud of it, too. We had all of the seasons and all of the action figures, as well as costumes of Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Barriss, Padme, Cad Bane, Rex, and Cody.

"So, are you gonna head home?" I asked, standing up and stretching out.

"Nah, I'll call Mom and tell her that I need to finish up a project with you tonight. I shouldn't leave you here unattended while you're like this," she said, gesturing to my bruises and patched up ribs.

I nodded and said, "Well, what do you wanna do now?"

"I dunno," she replied. "Why not we just talk?"

"Talk?"

"You know, about stuff. Like funny stuff, serious stuff, and the stuff that we'll do after we get out of our houses."

I shrugged. "Sounds legit. I'll go first. If you could date any TCW character, who would it be?"

"Lux Bonteri," she immediately answered.

I rolled my eyes. "But that dude is so weak. Besides, why wouldn't you go for Anakin? Most girls do."

"Number one, I'm not most girls. And number two, he turns to the Dark Side so why bother? Anyway, I have a question for you. If you had to choose, what kind of Jedi would you be? A Guardian, a Consular, or a Sentinel?"

"Probably a Guardian. If I actually were a Jedi then I would focus more on lightsaber skills and flying than I would diplomacy."

"You know, politics are actually pretty interesting," she defended.

"Yeah, but they take too much time! I'm more for 'aggressive negotiations' than discussing it in a committee, like you," I said.

Ashley mockingly gasped and threw some popcorn at me. I opened my mouth and caught some of it my mouth.

For the rest of the night, we just talked-mostly about Star Wars- but soon we were tired and ready to go to bed.

I finished brushing my teeth and I headed to my room to find Ashley half-dressed only in her undergarments. She turned toward me and asked, "What?"

I didn't have a response and closed my eyes, trying not let them open and drift all over her body.

She laughed and said, "You've never seen a girl in her bra, have you?"

I shook my head and she laughed again. I blushed even harder and she guided me to the bed so that I wouldn't have to look.

She said a few moments later, "Okay, you can look."

I opened my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief as she had changed into a tank top and some shorts. She slid into bed beside me as she had done countless times before.

Soon, I was nearing sleep when she asked one more question for the night. "If you could be anything you wanted to be, what would it be?"

"A Jedi."

"Why?"

"So I could end all of the terrible things in the galaxy… including rapists."

I don't wanna say too much, but he's gonna get that chance in the future. Anyway, sorry if it was a terrible intro. Most of my time is devoted to sports…