Matthew had never screamed like his before. He would never be able to scream as much as he ever would right now.
He could scream as much as he wanted but it wasn't as if anyone could hear him. It was useless.
He only screamed to scream at this point. But Matthew's screams of pain were pleasure for the man above him. He loved it.
Matthew writhed in the restraints under the man's grasp. The other man was so close. He was going to do it.
As Matthew continued to writhe and scream, the man found the poor boy's prostate. Even if he didn't want it, Matthew let out small mew of pleasure.
The other man released deep inside of Matthew. He pulled out for the younger boy, lying down on top of him.
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.:|One Week Earlier|:.
"Matthew!" Alfred called out angrily to his younger brother. Matthew was hiding. Again.
He was scared of Alfred but he had a good reasons. Well, many of them. Matthew ran his finger over the freshly placed wound. Okay, it wasn't that fresh but it was fresh enough that you could see the blood flowing out of it like you could yesterday, but it was fresh enough to bring up the memories.
The blood a lot of it. Alfred was cutting something. It was a vegetable, Matthew knew that much but beyond that he couldn't recall what kind it was. Alfred was shopping the other day so it could have been anything.
Whatever it was, Alfred was chopping it. Matthew asked a question. He couldn't recall the question either. It was just a question that pissed Alfred off, next thing Matthew knew, the knife was plunged deep into his hand. Not all the way through, but deep enough to make him scream. But he didn't Matthew couldn't scream anymore.
"Matthew Williams!" Alfred yelled out, trying to find the annoying twerp. Matthew heard the crash of something as it fell to the ground. Probably the lamp that Alfred has always hated of mama's. That meant that Alfred had his baseball bat. His favorite but most painful one.
The one with stray nails sticking out of it. The one that when it got Matthew for the first time, he s
couldn't stop writhing in pain for weeks. The one that made his chest littered with little scars. That one.
"Found you!" Alfred said as he flung open the closet door and saw Matthew cowering there, trying to hide from it. It didn't work and Alfred could see Matthew no matter how much he tried to hide.
"Alfred please, what did I do?" Matthew half begged half asked his brother.
"My name isn't Alfred!" Yelled the blue eyed boy. Saying he was furious was an understatement. His usually calm blue eyes were full of hate and rage, but if you looked close enough, Matthew swears to this day that there was a trickle of fear.
Fear of hurting his own brother, well not really his blood brother but close enough to fell like he had to protect him from all the dangers of the world. But Alfred couldn't think strait anymore. He was broken. Or as his dad put it, he was unwanted.
His dad didn't love him. His stepdad didn't love him. His mom didn't love him. His stepbrother doesn't live him. No one loved him anymore. The only way to be noticed was to get some reaction out of anyone. Even if that reaction was fear.
"Alfred, I'm sorry. Please I didn't mean to," Matthew pleaded to him. The next thing Matthew saw before passing out was the bat lodged in his arm as blood was pouring out.
AN: Hey you guys! This is Kaittylin and I hate to tell you but Delia ain't gonna be on for a while. She went to the hospital the other day 'cause she got pinworms. Yeah, disgusting but I hope she gets better, she asked me to post this and I did but don't expect update for anything for a while!
