DISCLAIMER: I do not own Beyblade or any related personage of it (If I would, it would be Kai here, Kai there and Kai everywhere)
WARNING: m/m rape, incest and abuse will be in this fic maybe slash to but I'm not yet sure. Read at own risk
A/N: Voltaire and Tala will be good, so don't like them don't read this fic. Tala will be Kai's older nephew.
A/N2: This story will be an alternate universe, so beyblades do not exist, but the characters will be used in this story.
SUMMARY: Kai was abused by his parents, after being beaten nearly to death, he is put away from his parents, with his grandfather and cousin Tala, where he heals, but if you think that all is well, than you are sorely mistaken. will be eventually Rei/Kai
-First: I have taken another name: Vrouwe Kaniza, and I'm going to put my stories back on the net, only problem is that I haven't saved some chapter from some stories, for example, I am missing at least 9 chapters from secrets, and the first six of dreams (people who read my stories will know where I'm talking about.) so it will take a while for updates.
-second: if you see something that is Nc-17 please report to me, so I can change it, I think that was the reason why FF-net threw me of, but I'm a bit unclear about Nc-17, for me, what I wrote was no Nc-17, but for others it may be, so if you see anything Nc-17 please tell me first before you go tell FF-net.
Thank you.
TITLE: Trust me and everything will be fine.
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Kai's P.O.V
The secrets I've locked away, the secrets no one can ever see, it seems that this won't stay for long anymore.
I wish that I could keep them for myself, but I won't succeed in that. If I keep holding this secrets it will tear me up inside.
Tala is wondering why I act this way even if IT was 4 years in the past. He doesn't understand, and I hope he never does.
I could never wish this pain on somebody else, let alone my own nephew. He helped me so good when I was broken and I never, never can repay him.
I wish I could ban my history, bury it so deep that I would never have to confront it. I wish my heart would stop remembering these acts of betrayal that my parents did to me.
I wish I would never move forwards so there never be a past. But sometimes the things we desire most are the things we can't have.
You're probably are wondering what the hell I'm talking about. Well I'm talking about my past, even if I wished I had never had one, but if I didn't had this past, I wouldn't have what I've go now.
if you're wondering who I a, my name is Kai Hiwatari, do you want to find out how my past was like, just sit down and listen.
I will not tell you everything, but I will tell you the basic lines. You'll understand well enough. Even if I would tell my complete past, you wouldn't understand fully, unless you have suffered the same pain as I have.
My name is Kai Hiwatari, 16 year, 17 on the 28th of December. But enough about my present, let's start the story of my past.
I was born on a stormy night at the end of December; I was born 2 months to early and almost died. Sometimes I wish I did die.
The doctors just got to save me but I was weak, and would have a weak immune-system for the rest of my live. But strangely enough I never got really sick.
My parents weren't normal people, not even then. My mother was an orphan; she didn't know any of her family and had cut down all the contact with her foster-family.
They had to be nice people, but my mother was an angry and frustrated woman because her parents left her to die when she was little.
My father was the son of the multimiljonar Voltaire Hiwatari, but because of my father he had lost Voltaire support and had to live on his own.
Voltaire didn't know for 14 years that he had a grandson. To bad he didn't know otherwise he could have got me out this hell-hole before it turned too bad.
My father and grandfather had a large fight about my mother; he said that she was using him. You know, now I think about it, I know she did use my father.
My father was a rich man, heir to the Hiwatari business with only one younger sister.
Well if my dad had explained my grandfather that he got mum pregnant than everything still would be sunshine and roses.
But nooo, my dad just got angry he called gramps a son of a b#tch and things that were worse than that. My dad hasn't seen grampa for 14 years since then.
The first two years were ok, if you compare it to the next twelve.
My parents ignored me, well they gave me food and something to drink once in a while, so I wouldn't die but they never really care.
If I died then they would have to give an explanation why I died of starvation all the while my parents were rich.
It was later that it became bad. I was two almost three; both my parents were drinking more and more but on the 25 November it reached a new level.
They were so drunk and in such a bad mood that they started to beat me and they wouldn't stop until I was bloody and bruised.
In my two years of live I was slapped a few times more than other kids, but I was never beated so badly. I thought it would be better from their, boy was I wrong.
When I was four, it became even worse then the normal beatings, burns and cuts.
My parents wouldn't let me go to kindergarten, and because we had a lot of money and my parents didn't work everybody thought it was normal. I wish it was
My father worked, illegal. He was a drugs dealer: he bought drugs, and sold them for en high prise. And he kept always a little stash for himself and mother.
One day, when my mother was drunk and high, my father went to her room and demanded attention.
My mother's head hurt; well that's what she always says when she doesn't feel like herself. But father was in a bad mood.
I still remember every little detail. Father went slowly to my room, before the door he hesitated, he entered. He came to my bed were I was lying on, and said
"Do you want to make me happy Kai?"
I didn't know what to do, I was afraid of what he would do if I said yes, but I was also afraid of what he would do if I said no. eventually the fear to say no outgrew the fear to say yes so I slowly shacked my head yes.
"Good" dad said "now, dress out"
And that's what I did, I was terrified. His eyes roamed over my body as I slowly took of my clothes. He liked his lips.
I was apparently going to slow for him because I remember how he pushed me on my bed; he kissed me, and forced my lips apart. I was disgusted when his tongue entered my mouth, I tried to push away but he wouldn't let me.
Then he ripped of my pj bottoms, and he looked at me.
I was lying there naked; his eyes were roaming my body. I could feel something hard against my tights.
He pushed me unto my stomach and held my hands tightly with one of his big hands. Behind me I could hear the rustling of fabric.
He climbs unto me and then he pushes himself into me, I don't remember much of this part only that it hurt a lot. It took so long.
After he finished he gave me a kiss on the mouth and left. I was lying there with blood running between my legs, crying. This pain was much worse than any I ever felt before, and sadly this wouldn't be the only time he does it.
Years later he was still being abusive towards me. I was 6 year when I went to school for the first time.
It hurt because of what my dad always did to me. But on the bright sight, I was away from home for a long time and I got some friends.
I was the smallest of my class but I didn't really mind that. The children were very nice; I still remember that the biggest kid shared his lunch with me when he saw I hadn't brought any.
He asked me why and I answered that I forgot it at home.
When I came home I was beaten by my mother and my father raped me almost every night. Then they just left me home and I went to school again.
The only difference in the beatings is that it isn't on the face and on the arms because than people would get suspicious.
Sometimes when my parents were really angry the beaten me on the face and arms. I had to wear long sleeves then.
Sometimes a teacher would ask me if my parents were beating me but I always said no.
This went on for years and years, only the beatings started to get worse and rapes took longer.
Sometimes my father takes, along with him, some clients, and then they go in my room and rape me one at a time.
I had to do blow jobs for them and once they tried to at the same time in my arse. It hurt I couldn't sit for days. I didn't went to school for two weeks after that, and my father at least had the decency to leave me a lone.
But all this is nothing compared to what happened round the time of my 14 birthday.
TBC
Don't forget to review, and if you see anything above the R-rating please tell me, I don't want to be thrown of again. Thank you.
Well, for those people who already read this, I'm first going to put this on FF-net, since I got most the chapters, but I'm going to rewrite at least one (the last one, because I got a lot of complaints about it.) and after I put this story up, I'm going to put Secrets up, I'm not sure if I'm going to put secrets up again, since I'm missing the first sixth chapters, and I only had seven chapters written, if you give enough reviews, I'm may consider putting it back on.
Please review, and tell what you think about this story.
And also tell me if I have to put dreams back on.
Vrouwe Kaniza former Trinity of The Phoenix.