A/N: Hey guys I hope you like this story I've had it for awhile I just couldn't think of a good title. Alas I finally thought one up. Hope you enjoy also go check out some of the other stories me and my friend have written. This one's just by me though. Hope you enjoy! Please R&R. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot. All rights to characters etc. go to Andrew Hussie.
Warnings: Sort of rape, abuse, Someone carving into someones skin(not sure what it's called), mentioned character death.
Night takes over and I dread his return.
Ten minutes later I hear the front door open, I quickly hide under our bed as I hear his footsteps get closer and closer to the room. The door opens and he walks in. He's calling my name, but I know once I come out it'll start again. I also know that once he finds me(he always does) he'll be angry that I hid from him but I can't bring myself to move, I'm too paralyzed with fear. I can tell by his tone of voice that he's really angry.
The next thing I know I'm suddenly pulled from my hiding spot by my legs. I scream and kick trying to get him to let go of me but it doesn't work...it never does...I don't know why I try anymore. I look up and see his face, he's smiling at me like it's all fun and games. I guess it is for him. He asks me why I hid from him but I don't reply, I know better now that no matter what I say it won't change a thing so I've learned to keep my mouth shut.
He leans down and kisses me, I know I'm in for it. I try pushing him away but I'm too weak. He breaks the kiss and gives me that grin that used to make me smile way back when. The smile that used to complete my day now gives me chills. I've come to hate it. That smile every time I see it I want to hurl. He suddenly stands and that's when it starts.
He grabs me by my hair and throws me against the wall before he walks over. He punches me and he kicks me and all I can do is whine and whimper in pain. I know showing weakness does nothing but spur him on because all he does is laugh and look down at me with that stupid grin and I hate him for it even though I know there's nothing I can do. He does this for awhile kicking, punching and slamming me on the wall before he stops and leaves the room.
For one brief moment I think he's done for the night but it seems he has more in store for me tonight because he comes back with a knife. You'd think that in that moment I'd be scared but in reality I was glad. Maybe he was finally going to kill me and I would be free of all the pain he's caused me over the years. So no when I saw that knife I wasn't scared no I was overjoyed but little did I know that that knife, just that one sharp piece of metal would cause me the worst pain imaginable. I would be scarred forever. This one day would stay in my mind forever. I would never forget what he did to me this day and I would be haunted for the rest of my miserable life. I however didn't know this so I held onto that tiny sliver of hope that I would finally be taken from this cruel, pathetic, miserable life that I was living.
As he got closer to me his smile grew wider until he was standing over me. He bent down and kissed my cheek. It disgusted me how he could be so cruel and then act like nothing had happened. I didn't show it, instead I just waited patiently for my salvation to finally come.
Unfortunately for me that's not what happened. He told me to lay flat on my back and even though it hurt to move after that beating I did. I was too caught up in my fantasy of death finally coming that I couldn't think of anything else. This wasn't a good idea however because the next thing I knew my clothes were in shreds and I knew what was coming next. I didn't understand why he couldn't just kill me and get it over with all I wanted was to die and he was punishing me more before I got my wish it wasn't fair.
Then he was on top of me. He kissed me hard and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I complied by kissing back because I knew that if I didn't it would only be worse on me. He trailed his hand down my body until he reached my dick. He stroked it until I became hard I tried to suppress my moans but I had never been able to. I never enjoyed it when we made 'love', I used too but that was years ago before this, before he started hurting me. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at me I could tell he wasn't too pleased(not that I knew why)and before I knew what was happening his clothes were off and he was inside me. He hadn't prepared me or anything and I screamed at him to stop to take it out. I told him I was sorry for whatever I did and that if he stopped I would never do it again. He ignored my pleas. I didn't know what I had done wrong. I was clueless, it was the first time he had ever hurt me while we had sex and I couldn't stop the tears forming in my eyes from falling. I was crying before I knew it. Never had I cried in front of him and I prayed that he wouldn't do anything worse then what he was already doing now. Luckily for me he either didn't care or didn't notice because all he did was slam harder and faster into me as he got closer to the edge. It hurt more than hell and I couldn't wait for it to be over. All I wanted was to curl up and cry in the corner, just to die. I hated him, everything about him from his unruly hair to those stupid eyes that I used to find so mesmerizing. I hated this, I hated myself for letting him do this to me, for being put on this stupid planet, but most of all I hated this world and the life it dealt me.
He soon came as did I but I didn't notice until he pulled out and laid on me panting till he regained his breath and moved. He grinned at me evilly and grabbed the knife from the floor.
He brought it up to my face and started cutting into my cheek. I started screaming at him telling him to stop. I tried kicking him and pushing him away even though I could barely move but he was too strong for me.
I must have messed up whatever he was carving into my skin because the next thing I knew his fist was connected to my face and I was knocked unconscious.
I woke to the sound of my alarm for school going off. He was already gone (he left before me) but I knew there was no way I would be going today. I tried to get up and screamed when I realized that my right leg had been carved into. I could barely move it but I stood up and hopped to the bathroom cursing under my breath.
When I finally got to the restroom after what seemed like hours I got into the shower. It hurt to take one but I knew if I didn't the cuts would get infected so I stood under the stream of water for a few minutes before I slid down the wall and pulled my legs to my chest. At this point I didn't care about about the pain all I wanted was to sit there and never come out as the tears poured down my face. My dream was shattered when the water turned cold however and I decided it was time to get out.
I stepped out of the shower and studied myself in the mirror. There it was plain as day on my left cheek, that stupid smiley face that he loved so much. I wasn't sure why it was there until I looked at my leg and realized what it said there it was his name on my body. Gamzee Makara.
That's what it said and the truth came crashing down on me like a tidal wave. The tears came again as I repeated the word 'no' in my head over and over but it was right there in front of me I couldn't deny it. I had been marked, I was his. There was no way I could change that. I covered the cut on my cheek with a bandage just so I wouldn't have to see it but I knew I knew right then that I was doomed. I stumbled into the bedroom, not caring that I was still wet I pulled on some new boxers and a pair of sweatpants. I walked over to the bed and saw a note on it. I didn't want to read it but I did anyway.
It read:
You're mine motherfucker. :o)
Just that one sentence made everything real. I crumpled the note up and threw it across the room not caring where it landed. I crawled into the bed pulling the covers completely over me and curling into a ball. I had no more tears left to cry so I laid there shaking and whimpering but no tears would come. I eventually fell asleep hoping that I would never wake up again.
My name is Karkat Vantas and all I want to do is die.
