WARNING!- This story is rated M for a reason. Yaoi, smut, self-harm, mentions of rape, death, etc etc.

DISCLAIMERS~Sadly I do not own Adventure Time or any of the characters. But I do own this story.

Minor Trigger-warning- Forcing of sexual-intercourse with parent.


Introduction 1-Bubba's Disdain

Bonnibeau's POV

Dear No One,

She's at it again. Why? Why aren't we good enough for her? All she does is yell. And if she's not yelling, she's beating one of us; more often than not it's me. She tells us she loves us. That she doesn't know what she would do if we weren't there. So, why does he do this to us? And what's worst about it all is that I'm criticized by my own mother for being gay, someone who should support you, no matter what. And father. Father, he left us when we were still in Primary school. He left us because of this witch. Now here we are. Our last year in the upper-level of secondary school, and we're still harassed by our mom. The worst part about it is, Bonnibell has realized that if she doesn't have too many close interactions with me, that the whippings, and lashings get better, that mother doesn't do much. But I guess, even worse than that, I can tell someone, anyone, with a straight face, that I'm used to it.

Thanks for listening,

Beau

"Beau! How many times do the servants have to call your name, before you realize that supper is ready?" My mother exclaims, barging in, uninvited, arms across her chest. I mumble an apology, avoiding eye contact. I hear my mother make a growl-like noise before she comes over, grapping my face, forcing me to look at her. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you, Beau!" The next thing I know I feel a sting on my right cheek, and a sharp pain in my chest. I finally look up at her, crying, "I apologize, Mother! I'm sorry, so please! Please, stop." I heard her scoff, before turning on her heels and leaving the room. I calmed myself down, knowing I was at the brink of tears.

I held in my tears, down to the dining hall. Upon seeing me, my mother asked, "Have you regained your dignity, boy?" I merely nodded, "Yes mother. I apologize mother. It will not happen again mother." Sitting down at my seat at our table, we began partaking in our supper.

~After Supper~

After lights out I headed for my mother's room. We exchanged no words, just me climbing into her bed, my mother caressing me, pulling off my clothes. She tried all types of foreplay, and different positions to get me to participate. I never did, but I knew not to reject her. Last time, last time I rejected her, she locked me in the basement. She didn't allow me any food. I slept on the cold metal floor of the cage. So I just blacked-out, until after she finished. Then she would always wipe us down and mumble in my ear, "I love you Beau." This is the one thing she never pushed. Because she knew that I wouldn't reply, no matter what she ever said or did.

I curled into myself. Heaving softly, physically nauseated by what just happened. I sobbed quietly, letting myself succumb to a black dreamless dream.