From the Eyes of the Trainer
I was alone…pretty much always. At first I had no real perception of how miserable situations like this could be, but as a child I pretty much enjoyed them. I wouldn't do my homework. And would sit and play video games all day. Junk food was always at the ready and I was free to do as I please. One night changed my life forever.
The rain drizzled outside in a bleak despair. The tatter tat echoed through the halls of my empty house, as I sat, completely and utterly alone. My mother was working a double shift at the hospital and wouldn't be back till tomorrow. My father was drowning, his sorrow away, in the bottom of a bottle and wouldn't be home till late if at all.
The hours twisted into the night and I fell into a deep sleep with a controller in my hand. My father's pickup truck pulls into the drive way. The breaks squeak loudly as he pulls to a stop. I dryly blink my eyes at the TV that quivers with white wash.
The truck door slams and I could hear his drunken staggering steps to the door. He rips it open and presses his body against the frame. He takes in a long swig of alcohol and smashes the bottle against the wall. Glass shatters onto the ground as my head twists around quickly to look at him. Blood drips down from his right hand ,as he smears it across the wall, taking steps forward towards me.
No pain can be seen on his face as bits and pieces of glass remain in his hand. I look up into his eyes and for the first time in years, of seeing his drunken rage, a panic spread through me.
He stops at the arm of the couch a few feet from me.
"Your mother is an un grateful bitch! You know she leaves me…." His words slid out in a drunken slur that I could barely understand. He pauses for only a small moment. Just long enough for him to brush back his rain drenched hair. He smears blood across his forehead.
"She leaves me…with" he began again, "With this…with this all the time." He makes several pelvic thrust in the air, "She needs to be home. She needs to be home fucking me right now."
My heart was in my throat. I started to slide down the couch trying to put some distance between us as he continued rambling on.
"What does she expect me to do…HUH!? You cant just find a piece of ass anywhere…" his drunken slur died and was replaced with a gleam in his eyes.
The tension became static and filled the room. One spark could set the whole place ablaze and neither of us had made a move. Our gazes frozen. I have never seen such a desiring gleam in my fathers eyes and I couldn't stand to look him in the face any longer.
My body twitched and I took that moment to run. A burst of Adrenalin courses through my veins as I bolt down the hall way. I turn the corner and ran into my room and shut the door. My eyes dart around in search of somewhere to hide. Quickly, I slide myself underneath the bed and pull the covers down slightly so that I couldn't be seen.
Down that hall way, I could hear my father. Every few feet he would hit the wall and send pictures smashing to the ground. I cover my mouth ,to stifle my breath, as I hear his drunken steps stop in front of my bedroom door.
His shoulder crashes into the door sending it flying open. Blood drips to the floor as he steps forward. Slowly, I peek from underneath the blanket just enough to see his feet. To my horror he had removed his shoes and his pants.
I watched his feet slowly pace the room. My breath shakes underneath my hand as I try to stifle the noise. "Coal? where are you Coal?" His drunk voice holds a mocking tone that chills my very soul. He walks around the bed towards my closet and he became very silent.
Then I felt it, a hand wraps around my ankle. My fingers dig into the wood floor as he drags me from underneath my bed. A shrill scream leaves my mouth and panic over takes my body. He grabs my hair with his left hand and pulls me into a sitting position. His erected dick inches away from my face.
He jerks my head towards it, but my mouth remains clamped tight. He slaps me across the face with his bloody hand. The remaining pieces of glass buried in his hand cuts my face. The cold sting of pain shocks me out of my state of panic and fear becomes its replacement.
"Suck it." he demands gazing down upon me with such villainous eyes. With a quick thrust, he pushes his penis into my face. It hits my closed mouth and skews inadvertently upwards stabbing me in the eye.
I flinch in pain and try and pull away. He jerks me head back and kicks me right in the dick. My mouth lurches open screaming in agony. My father took quickly to silencing my screams with his large cock.
The blood rushes in my ears and I close my eyes tight. He pulls on my hair to make my head bob back and forth slowly. I could hear him muttering, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
His cock was thrusting deeper into my tiny mouth till it finally hit the back of my throat. I gag and cause the contents of my stomach to erupt into my mouth. He pulls out and wipes it all over my face.
He bends down "That's not good," he whispers into my ear.
He grabs my leg and flips me over. My hair twists tightly in hand. Then he pulls my knees underneath me and rips my jeans down to my knees.
Pulling back on my hair, he began pounding his penis into my underwear. He grabs my hip, with his free hand, to give himself more thrusting power. He finally rips through my underwear .
I felt his dick squirm against my butt cheeks.
"Damn your asshole is too tight. Hold still you little bitch." He says as he grabs his dick and places the tip in my anus.
His dick mutilates the walls of my colon as he thrusts inward. A burning sensation spreads from my ass, down my legs and into my eyes. My eyes begin filling with tears as I close them wishing that it will all end soon.
The thrusting starts to get harder. It feels like, he is kicking me in the ass with a steel toed boot. To my horror, I feel his hand began caressing my hip as slowly slid it forwards. I feel my body tense in retaliation. He grabs onto my penis and began gently stroking it as he began whispering into my ear.
"Your mine. Your mine all mine….you little bitch. Even when you grow up and move on you will never forget this moment." His voice strikes my heart as I quiver underneath his grasp.
His words speak a dark truth no matter how hard I try I will never be able to forget this moment.
The cold hard truth made my body slump a little in defeat as he began jerking my dick harder and harder. The helplessness set in when I realize that my own dick is hard.
His penis began constricting tightly like a boa constrictor killing an innocent mouse as he pulls my head back. He unleashes a fury of sperm deep with in my anus as my body tenses. He continues to jerk on my dick till I blow a load all over his hand. Quickly he pulls his dick out of my ass. A vile mixture of seamen and stool pour out of my butt as it slops to the floor at his knees.
He lets go of my hair. I slump over as goose bumps prickles my skin. My unsteady breaths heave into the wood as I lay in defeat. My body remains limp even as he flips me over onto my back. I look up into his face as he slurps the rest of my cum off of his hands.
He bends down and grabs another tuff of my hair. He lifts my chin to his shit covered dick and forces into my mouth. The rancid smell instantly makes me dry heave as he wallowed it around in my mouth.
He pulls out his limp dick and lets it hang freely. He smirks still holding tight to my hair. He jerks my face forward plunging it into the semen and stool pool that puddles on the floor.
I began pitifully squirming against his grasp, but he wouldn't let go. I could feel my lungs screaming as I could feel my self on the edge of suffocating. Then the darkness took me.
I could feel my self questioning the reason why my body was withering in agony on the cold wood floor. I sit up stiff with bones aching and muscles twisting awkwardly as peeps of the morning light seep through blinds on my window.
The bitter chill of realization sets in, as last night events, hit me like a train of oblivion wrecking all sense of self. I gather myself from the floor and tip toe down the hall towards the bathroom. From the bathroom door way, I could see my father ,spread eagle, passed out on the couch.
I quickly flip on the bathroom light and slip inside letting the door click gently shut behind me.
As I gaze upon myself in the mirror, I was awestruck at the damage my father had done to me. The concoction that had been left on the floor, that had almost suffocated me, had formed a hard crust on my face. The 3 cuts on my face were protruding from underneath my mask with puss. I pull my shirt over my head, peel off my jeans and ripped underwear. I step behind the glass shower door and turn the water on as hot as I could stand it.
My butt is still on fire and seeping small amounts of blood. I close my eyes and sat down in the shower. The running water could wash away all the evidence, but I would still remember the emotional shame of being raped by my father.
I began thinking of things that I could do to that man. How I could hurt him like he hurt me, but all seemed like hopeless attempts. Everything that I had imaged ended in him raping me again as a form of punishment for me misbehaving. I could not escape him….I could not escape him…
Then it hit me. I could run away. I could run away from him and this place. I could be free, but I would need some way to support myself. The idea came to me like a bolt of lightning and I smiled. I had a chance to redeem myself. A chance to be something to be someone. I would be a pokemon trainer. Travel all around the world and make new friends. The possibilities of success were endless. If I could be a pokemon trainer then I could change my life.
After my shower, I got dressed and grabbed a few belongings and snuck out of the house. I was leaving everything behind, even my name. I would be Coal Ketchum no more.