This can't be how the world works. How is is possible for a grown man to hurt his own son like this? Journourchi crawled across the floor of his bedroom, naked and wet with a mixture of his own blood and the cum of an older man. With whatever remaining strength he had in his legs, Jou stood up and crawled onto his bed, pulling the covers over his head. The house was silent once more. His young, honey brown eyes stared at the edge of the bed, well what he pictured was the edge through the wall of sheets, and let his mind wander into old scary stories of monsters under the bed. He would rather face the boogie man or the monster who lives beneath his matress than to face his father when he was drunk and filled with a surpressed lust for women. He turned over and winced from the pain from his bottom. If only he could have been able to reach the car as his mother drove off with his sister in the backseat. Morning will be here soon. Thinking it would be best he stop thinking, he shut his eyes and tried to catch some sleep. Tomorrow was coming and it was going to be another day at school where the monsters would be left at home.