You didn't sound rude Retaro0, don't worry. I'm glad you're enjoying this.
I wanted to update yesterday but I didn't have internet access.
written
flashbacks
dreams
'thoughts'
Warnings for child abuse, language, rape, violence, self-harm, suicide, insanity, murder, character death and torture.
If it was just the beatings I think I could live with that.
A pale boy sat in the centre of his bed with all the curtains pulled. In the darkness his hair seemed almost white. Loosely, in his right hand he held a small silver knife.
But it's not. When my father hurts me the most he isn't even trying to.
He woke with a start, warm breath on his face.
Pale hands moved over porcelain smooth skin, carefully undid the buttons of a night-shirt.
"Please father, stop."
"Shhh... don't say anything."
Grey eyes brimmed with desire.
"You're such a beautiful boy. You look just like I did at your age."
"Thank you father." He started to cry, could feel Lucius' erection pressing against his leg.
I just wanted a normal father who'd play quiddich with me in the garden, who'd love me. I did love you Dad. Did you know that?
Forcefully he pushed him down on the bed, his face flushed with lust.
I just wanted a happy family. I never wanted to know how you seamen tastes. Even in Hogwarts I'd wake up sometimes and think you were standing over me.
His heart was pounding. His eyes were fixed on his son's face. His fingers tightened around slender wrists, where bruises were already starting to form. He thrust forwards.
"Don't cry child." He pushed in harder.
Grey eyes staring. Staring.
Bruising kisses.
"I love you father."
Hands caressing him.
I just wanted a normal father...
He positioned the blade carefully. Then, pressing down, he pulled it through his skin.
One more scar to add to the collection.