TRIGGER WARNING! Implied rape! It doesn't go into detail but the implication is there

Just a quick note: None of my stories will be updated again until sometime after mid-August. I am currently out of town with limited internet access and spare time so I apologize. I'll be back to writing again in August though!

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He thought about it before. Running away. He thought about it in several different senses of the words. He could pack a suit case, take some of his father's money, leave, and never look back. He could get his hands on drugs and escape the reality of his life that way. He could make a noose or take a few too many pills and permanently leave this world too. He could leave, but he wouldn't. As long as Kuroko stayed, no one else would have to face his father's wrath when his father was at home. He couldn't do anything about the whores his father took out his frustration on during business trips, but he could stop the same thing from happening when his father was here.

Biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood, Kuroko swallowed another scream as his wounded back slammed into the wall. A fist connected with his chest forcing the air out of his lungs in a gasp before his father stepped back as if to admire a piece of art he had just created.

Perhaps there wasn't enough red?

His father lifted his left leg and slammed it into Kuroko's stomach hard with a laugh. On the floor, Kuroko curled up gripping his stomach wheezing in agony. "P…please….fath…"

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME FATHER!" Takeshi raged and landed another hard blow, his foot connecting with Kuroko's arms that blocked his stomach and forcing them into the already bruised region. God it hurt! But he couldn't cry or scream.

"S….sir…plea-"

Takeshi grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up. "You worthless piece of trash! I never wanted you! Damn your bitch of a mother!" He spat and tossed Kuroko aside.

Kuroko collided with the couch. Saliva and specks of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and everything in his vision had a twin. That was never a good sign. Shifting to his left side, he placed his hands on to the glass covered floor not caring that the sharp pieces dug into his flesh. He couldn't. His eyes squeezed tightly forcing out several tears as his chest heaved and he coughed. Beads of blood, tears, and saliva spattered on the floor. "I'm *cough* so…rry…"

"Like I give a fuck if the trash is sorry!" Reaching a large hand down, his father grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the floor. "After all I've done for you…." he spit in Kuroko's face, "You're so fucking useless just like that damn bitch!" he tossed Kuroko aside again and turned around to leave.

As Takeshi reached the door a smirk spread across his face as a thought entered his mind. "But she was a good fuck…how old are you now?"

Kuroko's eyes widened but he forced himself to answer. His voice shook as much as his body as he whispered "13."

"Hmmm…" Takeshi grin reached his smiling eyes and he turned around with the look of a predator. "I wonder…"

No…. Kuroko's body trembled violently. Tears gathered in the corner of his eyes faster flowing over as he shook his head. Too tired and shocked, he put up no resistance as his father stepped forward and crouched on the ground. Large fingers undid Kuroko's pants and slid them down. Then the same fingers plucked at the waistband of Kuroko's boxers.

"Plea….*sniff* please….no…" Kuroko begged and reached for his father's hands but his father batted him away and continued to grin.

"Time to see if you got more from your mother than your looks." His father chuckled and quickly removed his own belt and undid his pants.

"N….no…." Kuroko cried out again shaking his head vigorously. What was happening? He didn't understand…his father was on top of him…he was going to…no…please god anything else…why…WHY!?

His thoughts were momentarily suspended when he felt the cool air on his flaccid cock. Looking down, he realized his boxers were now removed. Fingers that had never been anything but harsh almost gently brushed his cheek momentarily halting his struggles.

"Maybe you weren't a total mistake after all if you can be useful like this." Takeshi whispered in Kuroko's ear in a cruel and teasing but somehow soft tone.

Was that supposed to make him feel better? It didn't. He didn't want to be useful like this…but…what choice did he have? He squeezed his eyes shut as his father's hand traced down his face to his chest. The fingers were cold but burning all at once as they continued farther down his torso. With a far too tight and violent grip, Takeshi's hands wrapped around Kuroko's shins and roughly placed Kuroko's legs on his shoulders. "Just be quiet and take this like a good little bitch," he mocked moving his bruising grip to Kuroko's thighs.

Kuroko bit down on his lip as hard as he could to stifle the screams. Why was this happening now….he didn't even know why his father had been so angry when he returned home. There was less than two months left before his father's next business trip. Why now? Why was this happening now…..

He should have escaped…now it was too late…..

"Get up," a voice snarled as a light kick was delivered to Kuroko's side, "I ain't callin in sick for ya brat."

Opening his eyes, Kuroko squinted to shield his eyes from the bright light filling the living room and glanced upwards to where his father was standing preparing to nudge him with his foot again if he didn't wake. Seeing Kuroko's eyes open, Takeshi tossed a towel at him and left.

Kuroko shivered and glanced around at the surrounding floor and then down at his body. He was naked except for a sheet thrown haphazardly over his body. Fresh purple and blue bruises dotted the skin he could see and more were visible when he lifted the sheet. There was something dried on his skin as well…but why was he naked?

Turning to his side, he felt an immense pain shoot from his hips and bottom which intensified as he tried to sit up. "Ahhnngggg!" He cried out lightly. A few fresh tears pooled in the crease of his eyes which he squeezed shut. His whole body was in pain, but that was normal….the pain in his lower half…

…..

"Time to see if you got more from your mother than looks."

"Just be quiet and take this like a good bitch."

"Ha…..you're enjoying this aren't you!"

"Your cock says otherwise!"

"Maybe you are useful for something."

The memories of the previous night flashed through Kuroko's mind. His body began to shake again like it had before. It wasn't a bad dream was it? His father….raped him.

Or was it rape…

"You're enjoying this aren't you," his father had said that… but his body was just…..

Shaking his head vigorously, Kuroko stopped himself from thinking on it further. His father mentioned not calling in sick for him and the living room was bathed in morning light. He needed to get ready for school. There wasn't time to worry about this and it was better not to think about it anyway.

Kuroko placed his hands beside him and tried to stand but came crashing down almost instantly which only magnified the pain. He wouldn't be able to stand without support he realized. Careful of his injured body, he crawled over to the kitchen counter and reached his sore arms up till his hands gripped the smooth edge. With a preparatory breath he heaved his body off the floor onto unsteady legs. At first his knees threatened to give out beneath him but after a few minutes of supporting himself mainly with his arms, he regained his balance. Looking at the floor Kuroko grimaced at the sticky liquid mixed with blood dirtying the floor. It was gross but more importantly, it was more than he probably had time to clean. His body was covered in the same mixture and would need a shower. He needed to cover his bruises and eyes with concealer and wrap any open wounds and clean up the shattered glass near the couch and the blood off the walls too. A quick glance at the clock confirmed there was only an hour left before first period.

"I suppose I have no choice…" he murmured while walking to the other side of the counter to fish for some pain medicine. His hands grasped the bottle blindly, all too familiar with where it was placed in the drawer, and shook several white pills into his hand. He didn't bother counting. He never did anymore.

Kuroko downed the pills easily with a small swig of water and placed the bottle on the table to put in his bag later. It seemed likely he would need more later. Grabbing the dustpan and broom he made quick work of the glass then set about scrubbing the floor and wall. It wasn't perfect but hopefully he would get home before his father…..Another shiver passed through him. Just thinking of his father made him queasy right now.

Throwing the bloody rag in the trash, Kuroko headed to the bathroom and turned on the cold water for a quick shower. He didn't have much time but he was still determined to scrub his skin raw and red. It wasn't enough but he would do more later. He only bandaged the worst of the wounds and threw the concealer in his bag to apply during lunch or if he got a break. Until then, his clothes would hide most of the evidence except the fact he couldn't walk properly and he winced in pain with nearly every step. The bags beneath his eyes couldn't be hidden either but he was invisible to most so it was okay…..he hoped.

Stuffing his bag with the make-up bag, clean bandages, and the bottle of pain meds, Kuroko stepped out of the apartment and locked the door behind him. Staring at the door he took a moment to ponder escape. He could skip school and run. He could get on the train and ride to the end of the line. He could have skipped the shower and gone to the hospital and had a rape kit done. He could still go and show the injuries. He could bring the police to his house and have them check the floor since it probably wasn't cleaned well enough for all the evidence to be gone. He could end all of this right now. He could…

Turning away from the door, he made his way to school.

He could escape this hell. It was an option now just like it had been since he was six years old. He didn't take it then and he wouldn't now. Was it really just out of fear of his father or saving others? He didn't know anymore. Maybe it was fear of seeming weak. He thought about that. Maybe he thought he deserved this. He thought about that to. Maybe he liked being hurt. Maybe he liked being raped. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Maybe… He thought about that as well but….It didn't matter. There would be no escape till his father claimed his life; that he was sure of.

Shaking his head, Kuroko wiped the last of his tears on the back his sweatshirt sleeve and joined the crowd entering the school gates. His expression turned blank and cold and he willed his mind to empty and his emotions to freeze so he could face another day without anyone the wiser to the hell he'd been through. This was for the best he told himself. It's how it had to be.

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