So, this is the new story I told you about! :D I decided to post it a bit earlier than planned because... well I wanted to! xD This chapter is really, well sad, you'll see why too. Anyway, here we go! (:

David. The one name that could make Kendall stop everything he was doing and just freeze. The name brought back so many memories, terrible memories. From the moment Kendall met David, who would later become his step father, he felt uneasy about him. Maybe it was the cold look in his eyes that he gave Kendall every time the small boy came around. Maybe it was the way he ignored Kendall when he was younger, but either way the boy knew David didn't like him at all.

The seven year old boy could tell that something was just off about him. He didn't give off the vibe his father did when he was alive. This man seemed to almost hate the kid as soon as he saw him. Then after the birth of his younger sister, Katie, the blonde knew the man hated him. He favored the young girl over him, but Kendall didn't mind much, he wasn't his father. His dad died long ago. He never thought that David would ruin his childhood and take everything from him though.

It started when he was only twelve, that was the first time David laid his hands on Kendall. He slapped the boy for talking back to his mother, and although Jen was angry at her son, she scolded her husband for smacking his step son. She didn't approve of it at all. The next day, after she was gone, David made sure to get his revenge on the young boy. He cornered him into the wall and hit him a few times, telling the boy that if he told his mother there'd be worse consequences. So Kendall didn't say anything, cause he knew what David was capable of.

It wasn't till Kendall was fourteen that David started touching him. Kendall knew it was wrong. He knew the places the man kissed, touched, even sucked was somewhere that a parental figure should never go. Then one day he took it a step further, he took the boy's innocence completely, he stole Kendall's virginity. He abused the boy sexually and physically, and continues to till this day.

*Flashback*

"Get up! I'm not done with you! Get up you stupid piece of shit!"

The blonde, fourteen year old sobbed, holding the stinging flesh on his face as he fell to his knees. He was so weak. Everything on his body hurt, his face and chest from David's fist. His ribs and legs from the kicks he received when he refused to get up.

He looked up at the brunette man, Kendall's eyes begged for mercy, even though he knew the man wasn't going to receive it. This man he was forced to call his father never showed him any mercy. He wasn't his father though, he's a monster. His father would of never hit him, hate him, rape him. But this man, he would, he did. He took everything from the young boy long ago. He took his innocence and he didn't care if he hurt him or not. Kendall wasn't his kid.

"I told you to get up! You stupid slut!", David yelled, grabbing Kendall by the hair and pinning him against the wall.

The young boy looked up at the man, pressed against him, crying even more. He knew what was going to happen next. He couldn't cry out for help, no one would hear him, David made sure to only take control of the blonde boy when they were alone. The older man smirked, grabbing the boys face with one hand and pulling it towards his own.

"You're my bitch now.", he hissed, pressing his lips closer to the teens.

Kendall started to sob even more as the older mans lips crashed against his. David pulled away from the trembling kid, starring into his terrified emerald orbs with his lust and hate filled hazel ones. He smirked when he saw how scared the boy beneath him was. He love seeing Kendall like this, so vulnerable. He pressed his lips against the youngers once again, sliding his tongue over Kendall's bottom lip, silently asking for access into his mouth. But Kendall didn't allow it, instead he squeezed his lips closed even tighter. He didn't want any part of this man inside of him.

David noticed the defiance and became more bitter. He grabbed the blonde by his hair and yanked it back, just hard enough for Kendall to gasp in pain. David quickly took advantage of the gasp and slipped his tongue into the boys mouth, exploring every inch of it as the boy weeped. Kendall felt the mans groin grow hard against him as he violated his mouth. He closed his eyes, not being able to look at the man any longer. Accepting the what was about to happen to him.

The hazel eyed brunette picked up the young blonde and carried him up the stairs, into the teenage boys room. He threw him down on to the bed, crawling on top of him and quickly started undoing his pants. David threw his pants off to the side of the room before tugging the blonde's, along with his underwear, down his legs. He stopped for a moment to admire the child beneath him. He smiled, taking the blondes face into both of his hands, forcing Kendall to look at him.

"Who do you belong to?", he asked, like he always did while preparing to slam into the boy.

"You..."

David laughed wickedly, lubing his member with saliva before forcing himself into the unprepared boy. The kid screeched, a agonizing, ear piercing scream, from the pain the shot through his body. The man didn't care about the screams coming from the boy, and continued to pound in and out of him. Kendall closed his eyes, tears running down the side of his eyes as he heard the pleasure moans coming from the sick man above him. It disgusted Kendall, knowing that David was enjoying every minute of defiling his body. But what disgusted Kendall the most was knowing that he was the one giving the brunette man the pleasure.

Kendall felt liquid run down his thighs, already knowing what it was. The blood coming from the younger boy fell on the sheets, which would more than likely stain later, reminding him of the incident. He would have to find another excuse to tell his mom why there was blood on his sheets again, that's if she even saw them before David disposed of them. Before he even knew it the man was releasing inside him, coating his insides. David pulled out of the boy, pulling up his pants.

"Clean yourself up, you filthy slut", he hissed before exiting the room.

Kendall laid there, thinking about the pain he would be feeling the next morning. He slowly found the strength to get up and make his way to the bathroom. As he wet the rag he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. His razor. His thoughts immediately filled with the things he could do with it, but not to David, to himself.

Before he knew it, he was taking apart his shaver, desperately trying to get to the blade, the only part he found useful at the moment. As soon as the plastic securing it broke, Kendall got up, locking the door. He took the piece of metal, lifted up his shirt and placed it to his rib cage. He inhaled deeply, slowly digging and dragging it across his ribs. He exhaled and looked down. The sight pleased him. The blood dripping on to his fair skin, running down onto his stomach. He repeated this again, adding another wound to his chest.

"Why me?", he thought, as he glided the blade across his silky skin one more time.

Little did he know that those three simple cuts, would led him into a world of addiction.

*End of Flashback*

Kendall awoke in a cold sweat, the thought haunted him every time he would let his mind wander for just a few minutes. Every nightmare would be a different memory from his past. The sixteen year old didn't have dreams anymore, just nightmares. David filled nightmares.

Kendall got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, locking the door like he always did. He opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the razor he hid under the bottle of shaving cream. He sat on the floor and lifted up his shirt, exposing his scar covered chest, and drifted the metal across his muscle. He felt calmer the second blood came from the cut. He sighed, taking off his pajama bottoms. His thighs were also covered in scars, healing cuts and even flesh ones from the night before.

He found comfort in a blade.

He looked in the mirror, staring at the scars covering his body. No one would want to love him after they saw the hideous flaws. Part of him wondered how the hell he ended up like this, how he turned out so messed up, so broken. Why he was addicted. How did he always end up here, why did he feel safe locked in this bathroom? But the other part of him knew why.

David.

He was the reason why he was sobbing, holding a fragile, yet sharp piece of metal with intent to slide it across his skin. Intent to watch the blood fall from his cuts onto his pale white skin. He wanted to watch himself bleed, he needed to feel the pain, cause he deserved it. At least that's what he's always been told. He was useless, a waste of space and deserved every once of pain that he received. Whether it was from self infliction or simply the abuse he was put through everyday.

At least that's what he'd been told. That's all he knew.

He was at the bottom, and he felt like no one could help him.

I just wanted to say that I DO NOT want to see any comments about how self harm is not an addiction, because unless you've been addicted to it, you don't know how it feels. I am personally recovering from my own addiction with it, so I do know what I'm taking about. Anyway, I hope you liked this and review (: