Hey all, I'm back again! This is the first time I've written a fic straight
onto the computer, usually I write them down in a notebook first, but not
this time. The story line just came to me and as I was on the computer I
decided to just write it so yeah, enjoy the fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh, wish I did, but I don't. I also don't own any sites that post peoples stories like this one dose.
########## This fic is in Joeys' P.O.V., at the moment ######################
I sat at the computer desk in the rapidly emptying Internet café. I checked my watch, 5.30, I had another hour and a half, but there was no point in starting to read another story now, but the alternative was to go back to my house. I way up the odds. If I go back to my house, I get beaten up by a drunken farther. If I stay here, I have to finish reading half way through a story, and if I don't, then I end up missing the time, going back to my house later, consequently getting beat up worse for being late. I sigh. My pervertive cravings don't seem quite satisfied yet. Then the idea hits me. These sites let anyone join, so, why don't I? You use a pen name, so no one will know it's me. I've read enough of these perverted stories to be able to write one. So, I begin to type.
############################### One hour later ###################
I'm a very quick typer when I want to be, I realize as I finish the story. Half an hour to get home great, I could get used to spending the weekends like this. I pay for the time I spent on the computer and left. As I leave the shop, the winter air harshly slaps my face, and I turn my collar up to protect myself. I shiver, turning down my home street. As I walk up to my front door, I stop, pulling the key from my pocket slowly, coaxing myself like I do every night, I place the key in the lock, and stop again. I finally persuade myself to unlock the door and open it. The stench of alcohol hits my nose. It's enough to make most people vomit, but I'm used to it. It doesn't bother me. As I begin to walk up the stairs, I hear a slurred voice call me back.
"Watchya do'in bak 'his late, ya li'll whore?!" he yells up the stairs. I calmly reply, trying not to anger him, and even though my voice is calm, I most certainly am not.
"It's not past my curfew yet, sir. It's only 6.45, as far as I know, my curfew is 7.00, sir" gods I hate him. My attempt at politeness obviously didn't work. I hear him come up behind me. I know better than to run. He hits me in the small of the back, it's nothing I haven't felt before, but it still hurts. I fall forward onto the stairs, and I feel him grasp my ankle, pulling me down the stairs again. He pulls me to my feet and slams me against the wall. He punches me in the stomach. I hear a crack. Just wonderful, how am I going to explain broken ribs? He pulls me away after a few more hits, and throes me across the room and into a small glass table with a vase on it. I yelp in surprise, though he takes it for fear or pain. I know I'm in for it now. In his eyes I just showed weakness. And he hates weakness.
"Ha! I 'ew yo're 'eek, but I 'hought 'ou'er 'onger 'an 'nat!" he leaves. I thought it was strange for him to leave me so soon. I should have known better than to expect that to be it. He comes back. He's holding a knife. It's thin, about six inches in length and about a centimeter across. My breathing and heartbeats quicken. I knew this was going to be bad, but I expected a baseball bat, that's the usual instrument of punishment for being weak. But a knife, what's he going to do to me? I feel his body push against mine, oh gods, no, no he can't do this to me. A bruising kiss covers my mouth as I feel him slip his hands up my shirt, pulling it off. I whimper as he starts to kiss lower, reaching my shoulder, he bites down hard on it. I squeak, I can't help myself. It hurts so much and I'm so frightened. I feel him slip my pants off and then my boxers.
"Please, sir. Don't do this. I've learnt my lesson, I swear. Just please, don't do this." Pleading. I have to at least try; I can't just let him do this to me. He might think I enjoy it, then I would be in trouble. He slaps me, and finishes pulling my boxers off. He then gets of me momentarily to take his own clothes off, befor lying back on top of me. His heavy weight puts my cut and bleeding back under more strain. I make some pathetic pained noise. But a moment later, I don't notice the pain in my back. The pain in my lower regions is much greater than anything I have ever felt in my life. I thought I was going to pass out as my tormentor pounded into me. I screamed, yelling and tossing my head around, writhing underneath him. But he didn't stop. After what felt like hour's, he stopped. I lay, panting and bleeding on the floor, tears trickling down my cheeks. But then I remembered something. The knife. He surly couldn't put me in any more pain, or could he? I had thought he had done his worst to me before tonight. I had been wrong then, I had been wrong about a lot of things lately. He stood over me and picked the knife of the table where it lay.
"'Ow 'ou 'ittl whore, 'ou 'ought 'ou 'ew pain 'ow 'ou 'ill!" He bent down again and placed the knife ant my entrance. I whimpered, what was he going to do to me? I didn't have to wait long for an answer. The knife slipped into me, cutting all the way in. the pain was unimaginable. When the knife was fully inside me, he waited a second, 'till I stopped screaming, then twisted it. I felt every second of every micro-centimeter as he turned the knife a full 360 degrease pulling it out with a flourish. I was beyond screaming. I was beyond any expression of pain. All that alerted me to the fact he had gone to bed was the slamming of a door somewhere.
######################### The next day ###############################
I awoke late, and cursed, it was Monday. I didn't remember the events of the previous night, until that is, I felt the sharp stabbing pains in my groin. Then I remembered. I slowly and painfully got up and went to clean myself up best I could. After seeing to my wounds, I got dressed, grabbed my book bag and coat, slipped on my shoes and limped out the door. For the last time. I had made my decision. I was not going back.
As I walked in the gates of the school, I decided it would be best to just go to my lessons. I had I.T. today; maybe I could use the lesson to write more on the story I had written the first chapter of in the Internet café the night before. I would have to get through the age barrier on the schools computers first, but that shouldn't be a problem. I entered the lesson.
"Mr. Wheeler, may I ask why you are 25 minuets late to my lesson?" I hated this teacher, and as I no longer needed to worry about what my dad would do to me if I were late back, I decided to through caution to the wind and have a little fun.
"You could ask," a say, walking to my seat, "but I doubt I'll answer" People were looking round from there computers now to watch the argument. None of them liked this teacher.
"You will stay behind after the lesson to tell me why you were late and why you are being so rude" She said to me, calmly, I would break her composure though, it would be all too easy.
"And give my one good reason to waste my time explaining my privet life to a old hag" even Seto Kaiba was looking round now, the room had gone silent. Listening to the argument.
"I will be calling home tonight Mr. Wheeler, and you are in detention for a month!"
"Like I'll turn up" I shout back
"You will be expelled"
"See if I care. Expel me, I don't care, it'll save me the bother of having to come in every day"
"Joeey," I hear a pleading voice from behind me. Yugi, my best friend. "Just leave it, you shouldn't be so rude to a teacher."
"Yeah Joey, drop it, you'll be in serious trouble" and, predictably, that was tea, giving her totally useless opinion as usual.
"Just give me one good reason to be nice to that hag?" I retaliate, I feel argumentative today.
"I'd like to, except I can't think of one" now that voice was unexpected. Why was Seto taking an interest in my actions, let alone inadvertently agreeing with me! And hang on a sec. why did I just call him Seto?
"Mr. Kaiba, do you wish to join Mr. Wheeler in detention?" there's that annoying teacher again
"Why don't you just shut the hell up?" I say calmly, siting down in my seat. She obviously can't think of a response as she leaves the argument at that. I log on to my desktop and begin to hack into the schools main frame to disable the age barrier on the Internet. I'm almost done, when I hear a voice behind me.
"You wouldn't mind doing that on my desktop to would you mutt? The teachers have got an eye on me so I can't." I can't believe this, Seto Kaiba is actually asking for my assistance.
"I need your password, and let me finish mine first." I reply. Wait, was I just civil to him?
"I'll logon for you mutt, you don't think I'd give you my password when that error stops us changing them?"
"Why, do you have something saved you don't want me to see?" I've got him now, yep; I can see the colour draining from his face.
Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh, wish I did, but I don't. I also don't own any sites that post peoples stories like this one dose.
########## This fic is in Joeys' P.O.V., at the moment ######################
I sat at the computer desk in the rapidly emptying Internet café. I checked my watch, 5.30, I had another hour and a half, but there was no point in starting to read another story now, but the alternative was to go back to my house. I way up the odds. If I go back to my house, I get beaten up by a drunken farther. If I stay here, I have to finish reading half way through a story, and if I don't, then I end up missing the time, going back to my house later, consequently getting beat up worse for being late. I sigh. My pervertive cravings don't seem quite satisfied yet. Then the idea hits me. These sites let anyone join, so, why don't I? You use a pen name, so no one will know it's me. I've read enough of these perverted stories to be able to write one. So, I begin to type.
############################### One hour later ###################
I'm a very quick typer when I want to be, I realize as I finish the story. Half an hour to get home great, I could get used to spending the weekends like this. I pay for the time I spent on the computer and left. As I leave the shop, the winter air harshly slaps my face, and I turn my collar up to protect myself. I shiver, turning down my home street. As I walk up to my front door, I stop, pulling the key from my pocket slowly, coaxing myself like I do every night, I place the key in the lock, and stop again. I finally persuade myself to unlock the door and open it. The stench of alcohol hits my nose. It's enough to make most people vomit, but I'm used to it. It doesn't bother me. As I begin to walk up the stairs, I hear a slurred voice call me back.
"Watchya do'in bak 'his late, ya li'll whore?!" he yells up the stairs. I calmly reply, trying not to anger him, and even though my voice is calm, I most certainly am not.
"It's not past my curfew yet, sir. It's only 6.45, as far as I know, my curfew is 7.00, sir" gods I hate him. My attempt at politeness obviously didn't work. I hear him come up behind me. I know better than to run. He hits me in the small of the back, it's nothing I haven't felt before, but it still hurts. I fall forward onto the stairs, and I feel him grasp my ankle, pulling me down the stairs again. He pulls me to my feet and slams me against the wall. He punches me in the stomach. I hear a crack. Just wonderful, how am I going to explain broken ribs? He pulls me away after a few more hits, and throes me across the room and into a small glass table with a vase on it. I yelp in surprise, though he takes it for fear or pain. I know I'm in for it now. In his eyes I just showed weakness. And he hates weakness.
"Ha! I 'ew yo're 'eek, but I 'hought 'ou'er 'onger 'an 'nat!" he leaves. I thought it was strange for him to leave me so soon. I should have known better than to expect that to be it. He comes back. He's holding a knife. It's thin, about six inches in length and about a centimeter across. My breathing and heartbeats quicken. I knew this was going to be bad, but I expected a baseball bat, that's the usual instrument of punishment for being weak. But a knife, what's he going to do to me? I feel his body push against mine, oh gods, no, no he can't do this to me. A bruising kiss covers my mouth as I feel him slip his hands up my shirt, pulling it off. I whimper as he starts to kiss lower, reaching my shoulder, he bites down hard on it. I squeak, I can't help myself. It hurts so much and I'm so frightened. I feel him slip my pants off and then my boxers.
"Please, sir. Don't do this. I've learnt my lesson, I swear. Just please, don't do this." Pleading. I have to at least try; I can't just let him do this to me. He might think I enjoy it, then I would be in trouble. He slaps me, and finishes pulling my boxers off. He then gets of me momentarily to take his own clothes off, befor lying back on top of me. His heavy weight puts my cut and bleeding back under more strain. I make some pathetic pained noise. But a moment later, I don't notice the pain in my back. The pain in my lower regions is much greater than anything I have ever felt in my life. I thought I was going to pass out as my tormentor pounded into me. I screamed, yelling and tossing my head around, writhing underneath him. But he didn't stop. After what felt like hour's, he stopped. I lay, panting and bleeding on the floor, tears trickling down my cheeks. But then I remembered something. The knife. He surly couldn't put me in any more pain, or could he? I had thought he had done his worst to me before tonight. I had been wrong then, I had been wrong about a lot of things lately. He stood over me and picked the knife of the table where it lay.
"'Ow 'ou 'ittl whore, 'ou 'ought 'ou 'ew pain 'ow 'ou 'ill!" He bent down again and placed the knife ant my entrance. I whimpered, what was he going to do to me? I didn't have to wait long for an answer. The knife slipped into me, cutting all the way in. the pain was unimaginable. When the knife was fully inside me, he waited a second, 'till I stopped screaming, then twisted it. I felt every second of every micro-centimeter as he turned the knife a full 360 degrease pulling it out with a flourish. I was beyond screaming. I was beyond any expression of pain. All that alerted me to the fact he had gone to bed was the slamming of a door somewhere.
######################### The next day ###############################
I awoke late, and cursed, it was Monday. I didn't remember the events of the previous night, until that is, I felt the sharp stabbing pains in my groin. Then I remembered. I slowly and painfully got up and went to clean myself up best I could. After seeing to my wounds, I got dressed, grabbed my book bag and coat, slipped on my shoes and limped out the door. For the last time. I had made my decision. I was not going back.
As I walked in the gates of the school, I decided it would be best to just go to my lessons. I had I.T. today; maybe I could use the lesson to write more on the story I had written the first chapter of in the Internet café the night before. I would have to get through the age barrier on the schools computers first, but that shouldn't be a problem. I entered the lesson.
"Mr. Wheeler, may I ask why you are 25 minuets late to my lesson?" I hated this teacher, and as I no longer needed to worry about what my dad would do to me if I were late back, I decided to through caution to the wind and have a little fun.
"You could ask," a say, walking to my seat, "but I doubt I'll answer" People were looking round from there computers now to watch the argument. None of them liked this teacher.
"You will stay behind after the lesson to tell me why you were late and why you are being so rude" She said to me, calmly, I would break her composure though, it would be all too easy.
"And give my one good reason to waste my time explaining my privet life to a old hag" even Seto Kaiba was looking round now, the room had gone silent. Listening to the argument.
"I will be calling home tonight Mr. Wheeler, and you are in detention for a month!"
"Like I'll turn up" I shout back
"You will be expelled"
"See if I care. Expel me, I don't care, it'll save me the bother of having to come in every day"
"Joeey," I hear a pleading voice from behind me. Yugi, my best friend. "Just leave it, you shouldn't be so rude to a teacher."
"Yeah Joey, drop it, you'll be in serious trouble" and, predictably, that was tea, giving her totally useless opinion as usual.
"Just give me one good reason to be nice to that hag?" I retaliate, I feel argumentative today.
"I'd like to, except I can't think of one" now that voice was unexpected. Why was Seto taking an interest in my actions, let alone inadvertently agreeing with me! And hang on a sec. why did I just call him Seto?
"Mr. Kaiba, do you wish to join Mr. Wheeler in detention?" there's that annoying teacher again
"Why don't you just shut the hell up?" I say calmly, siting down in my seat. She obviously can't think of a response as she leaves the argument at that. I log on to my desktop and begin to hack into the schools main frame to disable the age barrier on the Internet. I'm almost done, when I hear a voice behind me.
"You wouldn't mind doing that on my desktop to would you mutt? The teachers have got an eye on me so I can't." I can't believe this, Seto Kaiba is actually asking for my assistance.
"I need your password, and let me finish mine first." I reply. Wait, was I just civil to him?
"I'll logon for you mutt, you don't think I'd give you my password when that error stops us changing them?"
"Why, do you have something saved you don't want me to see?" I've got him now, yep; I can see the colour draining from his face.