Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks.

Author's Notes; So, after two nights of watching the first season over again and reigniting my love for this comic/cartoon, I felt the need to add my own story to the fray of . This will not be nearly as dark as my other stories, but still retains its rating for other content. Hopefully, you enjoy. Read and review, y'all.

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The sound made poor Jazmine jump and in turn roll out of bed. It sounded as though something heavy had hit the wall behind her and knocked her out of a decent sleep. The young girl clutched her blanket to her chest and looked around the room with a whimper, the fear of monsters in her room having not completely vanished from her young mind. When she saw nothing, Jazmine let out a small breath of relief and began to crawl back into bed. Then the noise came again; a hard hit against the wall behind her bed. She jumped and looked at the wall. Her parents' room was behind that wall and her paranoia began to spring forth. What if someone was in the house, in her parents' room? What if terrorists were killing them and had them tied up and gagged and the sound was them being thrown against her wall and they were coming for her next? She almost let out a scream, but covered her mouth. No, then they would hear her and kill her too. She had to escape. But she couldn't leave her mommy and daddy behind. She had to die with them. With tears in her eyes, Jazmine made her way out of her room, still clutching the blanket. She reached for her parents' door, hearing the sound in the hall, although more muffled. She bit her lip and prepared herself for her fate.

What Jazmine saw when she opened the door was not anything like in her mind, but something that would crawl into her brain and bury itself deep for many years to come. She found not a room full of terrorists, but simply her parents upon their bed who had not heard the young girl open the door. Tom and Sarah were far from asleep; in fact, Mrs. Dubois was on her hands and knees on the bed in front of her husband, on his knees behind her. One hand was on her hip and the other in her hair. Her hands were gripping the headboard and seemed to be the source of the noise when Tom moved his hips forward into her. Both parties were moaning softly, uttering profanities of lust and desire. When Tom gave a yank to her hair, Sarah's eyes watered and she gave a soft cry. His fingers were digging into her hips strongly as he continued to ride her.

Jazmine's eyes grew wide as she watched, then saw the tears in her mother's eyes. Neither parent had ever talked to Jazmine about sex or anything of that matter and as she viewed this scene, she found herself crying harder than she was before she had opened the door. Her father was hurting her mother, just like those TV shows Riley had showed her a few times where men would abuse and hit women. She flew from he scene, the door slamming behind her and alerting her parents that they were not alone. They both stopped and looked at it confused, then it dawned on them.

"Oh god, Sarah, that wasn't...Did she...?"

Sarah pulled herself up from her hands and knees and sighed. "Yeah, Tom, I think she saw us."

Tom saw on the bed, head in hands.

"Oh my lord. I've...I've corrupted our baby girl, Sarah!"

"Tom, she was going to have to know eventually. You should go talk to her."

Tom looked at her with very ounce of resistance. "Me?? Why do I have to be the one to talk to her? Why can't you do it, like a mother daughter thing?" He looked nauseated at the very thought.

"Because I don't want to try and explain it while I've got your junk all over my rear, Tom. I need a shower."

"But...But Sarah, please don't make me do this..." He pleaded. But by then, she had already turned on the shower. He swallowed hard, cleaned himself up and changed into a robe and pajama pants before entering his daughter's room. She was on her bed sobbing and when she looked up, she threw one of her pink pillows at him.

"Abuser! You were hurting Mommy!" She cried, sobbing. Tom waved his hands, desperately trying to convince his daughter otherwise and make it as quick as possible.

"No, no, baby, I wasn't hurting Mommy! Mommy and I were just..." He felt his insides turning into knots. "We were just playing a game."

"A game?" Her crying subsided into sniffles as Tom sat beside her on the bed.

"Yes, Mommy and I were just playing a game adults sometimes play."

"But...but Mommy was crying."

"Well..." Drops of sweat were running down his forehead and he felt more and more uncomfortable. "Sometimes boys can play rough. Like the ones at school, yeah? Daddy accidentally was getting to rough. It's just a game we play. Okay, Jaz?"

She nodded and Tom patted her head, sawying goodnight. When he closed the door, he slid down it and breathed, incredibly nauseated. Sarah was standing over him, arms crossed and annoyed. Tom looked up with a pathetic smile.

"So...We're not going to keep going?" She gave an annoyed sound at her husband and returned to the bedroom.

Jazmine wiped her wet face and sniffled. It didn't really look like a game, but if Daddy said so. Maybe she wasn't looking at it right or didn't know how it was a fun kind of game. As she curled back up in bed, she pused the image away, but the game remained on her mind.