This is the most longest chapter i have up so far. It is also the most depressing.

Though i hope you enjoy it, because it took me forever to write.

Enjoy!


Cody's P.O.V

Four Years Old-

I looked up at my mother as she made her way to the front door. Tears blurred my vision as I looked at her crying and screaming for her to stop moving her suitcases out the door and on the front porch. I ran closer to her and grabbed the hem of her dress. She had to stay with me, she just can't leave. Although I'm young, I know when a mom and dad argue.

The two of them had been at all night last night, keeping me up nearly the entire night. The words being said confused me to no end. Gay? Homosexual? What did they mean? I didn't know what it meant, but my mother had known, since she was the one screaming the words at my father because of it. Those words had upset her and now she was leaving me and my father.

I didn't want her to leave. She was the best thing that has happened to me. She has treated me with such love and care, I couldn't let her go. No matter what, my mommy had to stay with me.

"Mommy! Please don't leave!" I begged, crying still.

She looked at me with tears in her blue eyes. Her blonde hair fell over as she bent down to pick me up and hug me for the very last time. I clung to her tightly and cried into her chest. Her hand soothingly rubbed my back as she repeatedly kissed my head and told me how much she loved me.

"I'm so sorry baby boy...but mommy has to go."

I pulled back and shook my head violently, crying more than ever. "No! You don't have to leave! Mommy, please stay!" I screamed, my face red and tear stained.

Without another word being said by her, she set me down over by the couch that sat across the room, then rushed back to the door grabbing the keys to her car and hurrying out the door, only looking back to face me and saying 'I'll always love you Cody.', before shutting the door and leaving.

I screamed and ran back to the door opening and stood on the front porch watching as she packed her things and walk back to the driver's side of the car. I ran down to her and grabbed her wrist holding her tightly with all my might.

"No! Mommy!" I yelled.

The tears in her eyes fell down onto me as she picked me up once more and brought me back into the house. She held onto me still crying and took me to my room setting me on my bed. She looked at me and kissed my face over and over again.

"Why? Why are you leaving mommy?" I asked between my sobs.

"Mommy can't live here anymore Coco. Your daddy and I just can't be together...and mommy needs to get away..."

"Then take me with you!" I hollered grabbing onto her shirt looking at her with teary blue eyes.

She shook her head and hugged me tightly to her. "I could if I would Cody...but I can't. Mommy doesn't have enough money to care for the two of us."

I just cried in her arms and held her tighter. I didn't get it. Aren't mom's supposed to be the ones to take care of you forever and ever? Why wasn't mine taking me with her, money or no?

She pulled me off of her and laid me on the bed and got up.

"I have to go..." she cried.

"No!" I said sitting up quickly to get up and off my bed.

"No, Cody! Stay here!" she said shutting my door and running down the stairs and out the front door shutting it behind her. She took her key and locked it behind her.

I ran down the stairs and grabbed the knob on the door and tried to open it. Why won't it open? I pull at it and quickly give up, rushing over to window and pulling back the curtains just in time to see my mom drive down the road and out of my sight. Out of my life. I hit the window and cry harder seeing her leave. I walked away from the window and went up the stairs to my parents room opening the door and grabbing the pillow that she laid on and held it close to me as my tears began to soak it up.

"Mommy!" I screamed falling to my knees holding the pillow closer to me. "Mommy!"

I soon fell asleep next to the bed, holding the pillow close to my chest. Why did she have to leave me? Why did she have to go off and leave us?


Four Years Later–

Ever since my mom left my father and I four years ago, I've lived with my father since then. I couldn't stand him. To come to think of it, I hate his fucking guts. I wish he would die. I never thought I could say something like that about my very own father, but it was true, I hated him so much now. He was the most vile thing I have ever laid my eyes on. I've never felt this way about him until last night.

Last night when he look away what was suppose to be special to me, and turned it into nothing. How his hands touched me in ways I never knew was possible for another male to touch another male. That man took my innocence. My virginity. Although I was only eight years old, I knew enough about sex and that it wasn't suppose to be done between a man and man–even though it was possible–but between a father and his son? It was beyond wrong. I'm disgusted, freaked out and scared shitless. How am I suppose to cope with any of this? I'm even scared to home, because I'm afraid he might do the same thing to me again.

I stood in front of my house and felt the tears brim up to my eyes. Just why?

Flashback–

My dad and I sat at the table finishing up dinner. I poked at my green beans and picked it up with my fork and brought it to my lips and finishing it off. As I chewed my food, I grabbed my napkin and wiped my mouth smiling at my father.

"Wow dad, dinner was really good!"

He looked up at me from his plate and smiled. "I'm glad you liked it Cody."

His brunette hair fell slightly over his eyebrows as he cocked his head to the side smiling brightly at me. His light blue eyes looked at me with interest that made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I shifted slightly in my chair and took a sip of my water. The two of us sat in silence for a while as my father finished his food. I watched as he took a sip of the red wine that he drank, and set the glass back down on the table, before clearing his throat to speak.

"So Cody..." he began.

"Yea?" I say looking at him.

"Did you learn about sex yet in class?"

I thought about it and then nodded. "Kinda, yeah. Why do you ask?"

"Because I was just thinking..."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him curiously. What was he thinking? I thought to myself. I watched as my father shook his head and stand up taking the both of our plates to the kitchen. I hear as he turned on the water and began to wash them. I sat there and laid my head on the table.

"Cody, why don't you go and get ready for bed?"

I sighed and sat up. "Okay!"

I got up and went upstairs to the bathroom, shutting the door and walking over to the bathtub and started up the shower. I took my clothes off and stepped into the shower, groaning softly as the water hit my body. I relaxed under the water for a bit as it ran over me. I grabbed my wash cloth and the soap and began to wash up.

My thoughts clouded my mind as I went over the dinner with my dad. He was acting a bit strange tonight, asking me if I had learned about sex yet. It made me wonder what he was thinking...was he finally going to let me watch PG-13 movies? Is that why? Maybe he was just curious. I finished my shower and stepped out after turning the water off. I looked around and grabbed the towel that was in the cabinet and wrapped it around my waist. I shook the water out of my hair and smiled, going over to the sink and brushing my teeth.

I began to hum lightly and sway my hips slightly as the song, Touch My Body by Mariah Carey, played through my head. I spit out the toothpaste into the sink and wiped my mouth with my washcloth, then tossed it into the hamper by the door. I walked over to the door and opened it walking out, heading down the hall to my room, when my dad stopped me.

"Uh, dad. I have to get to my room so I can change into my pajamas."

He looked down at me and shook his head. "I need to talk to you. Go to my room for a minute."

I looked at him confused and tried get past him, but he pushed me back. "Dad, I'll go to your room after I get my pajamas on. Then I'll go and talk to you."

"Now Cody." he said sternly pointing down the hall behind me, where his bedroom was.

I sighed deeply and turned around heading to his bedroom. What did he want to talk about so badly? I opened the door to his room and walked inside, stopping in the middle of his room. I looked around and quickly recognized the large room. Plain white curtains that covered his window, a queen sized bed with feathered pillows and black sheets, a computer desk that was scattered with different types of paperwork, a large closet next to it along with a small desk that held his underclothes. I sighed deeply and looked at my father who shut the door and turned to face me with a dark grin plastered on his face.

My eyebrows narrowed with fear and confusion mixed onto my face. What was going on? He inched his way toward me and I backed up with every step that he took closer. I was soon backed up into the wall next to his bed and looked up at him. One of his hands placed itself onto my hip and the other placed itself onto my cheek. He pulled me close and our lips pressed deeply together. My eyes grew wide and I tried to shove him away, but he wouldn't budge so I resorted to hitting his chest to get him off.

He finally pulled away and looked at me.

I wiped my mouth and looked at him with disgust. "What are you doing?" I yelled trying to push him away. He budged slightly, but kept his grip onto me.

"Teaching you about sex." he said picking me up and tossing me onto the bed.

My eyes became wider in fear as I was thrown onto the bed. What the hell? I stared up at my father as he took his shirt off of him. I felt myself blush lightly seeing his well toned upper body. I shook my head and began to get off the bed, only to be grabbed by the foot and pulled back closer to him.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere." he said with a low growl.

I looked at him as small tears pricked at my eyes. There was a different tone in his voice when he had said that, and his face held something I've never really saw on him before; lust and dominance. Fear washed over me as he took off every clothing article except for his boxer briefs. My gaze dropped down slightly and I took a quick look at the bulge in his boxers.

I looked back up at him and bit my lip. I began to shake my head and struggle to get away as he leaned over top of my thin body.

"Don't struggle Cody." he said as he began to kiss my face down to my neck.

His strong hands kept me pressed down on the bed as he began to kiss down my body, stopping only a few times to lick and bite at the skin on me. I turn my head to the side and whimper loudly. I didn't want him to do these things to me. It wasn't right!

"Please stop..." I whimper.

A gasp escaped my lips when his mouth closed around my nipple and he began to suck and bite on it. My eyes tightened and I tried not to let a single sound out of my mouth. My body squirmed under his touch as his kissed lead down lower to the beginning of the towel that I wore. This was disgusting and just straight wrong! My father should not be doing this to me, his own son! It was wrong on so many levels, I don't know where to begin. I opened my eyes slightly and felt as my dad undid my towel and look at my privates.

My eyes widened and I quickly try to cover myself up with my hands. His head shot up and he looked at me through narrowed eyes. I cringed and bit my lip shaking my head, silently begging him to stop. He smirked and took both of my wrists into one of his hands and held them tightly together before taking his other hand and began to rub my penis. I bite down on my lip harder and close my eyes.

From what I learned in sex education class, is that the male's penis will erect when their hormones are acting up, or when something pleases them in a sexual manner. And right now my cock was becoming erect as my father stroked it in his hand. I wasn't pleased in the least bit! But my body was reacting differently. Though in my head, my thoughts screamed, 'No this is wrong! Make him stop!'. My body said, 'let him keep going, this feels too good!'. No! This was wrong, my very own dad shouldn't be doing these things to me.

A moan escaped my lips as he pressed his lips to the tip of my cock. I shook my head and tried to free my hands from his iron grip.

"Dad..." another moan escaped my lips. "Please stop!" I yelled.

A louder moan passed my lips as he took me fully into his mouth. It felt so good! I know that this really wrong and that my father shouldn't even think of me in this way, but the sensations that ran over my body were, dare I say it, amazing. I've never felt this way before. It was new.

My back arched and I moaned louder as his head began to bob up and down on me. Though I fully knew that this was wrong. I tried to get loose from his iron grip but he was too strong. I laid there helpless and felt tears sting my eyes, my head lolled to the side and the tears that stung my eyes fell down my cheeks. Small moans passed my lips as my dad's head moved faster on me, running his tongue along the base of me on up. My eyes squeezed tightly together and they soon opened widely as I felt a sensation in me that was unbelievable. I arched up off the bed moaning loudly gripping the sheets underneath of me as I felt something shoot out of me.

I fell back onto the bed panting and shaking slightly letting whatever just happened pass, as my father moved away from my now, limp cock, I looked at him feeling his hands let go of my wrists and stand up. He began to unbutton his pants and slide them off along with his boxers. I bit my lip and shook my head. I knew what was coming up and I didn't want it to happen! Shaking with absolute fear, I began to scoot back and away from him. A scream escaped me as he grabbed my leg and pulled me back.

Fear was in my eyes as he pinned me down to the bed getting on top of me. I whimpered and shook my head as the tears poured down my face, blurring my vision.

"Please...don't do this!" I yell.

My pleas don't work, because the next thing I feel is something huge being plunged into the tight small ring of my ass. I screamed in pain as my body arched off of the bed and my hands found their way to my father's back and my nails dug into his skin. I wanted him stop so badly. This hurt too much, the pain was unbearable. I cried hard as my body slowly fell back to the bed though I still shook with pain.

He began to thrust in and out of me slowly at first. He looked down at me and grinned so deviously it was as though I was looking at another person other than my father. This man right here, wasn't even my father but a complete monster. I whimpered and cried in pain as he began to move slightly faster in and out of me. His moans and grunts mixed with my cries in the air.

"Your so tight Cody..." he groaned, holding my hips and thrusting deeper.

I screamed and began to hit his chest. "Stop this! Get out of me!" I screamed in such pain and agony.

He doesn't do anything but continue to thrust in and out of me roughly. I give up and just lay there under him as he moved. I didn't want him in me, this was so wrong, and it hurt to a point where I can't even explain. As my father moved in me he struck something in me that made me scream in pleasure and not pain. I arched off the bed and moaned out loudly. Whatever he just did, felt amazing.

"That's it Cody..." he moaned and thrust into that same spot again. "Scream for me."

It feels good...why does it feel so good? I moaned and gripped the sheets beneath me and bit my lip trying to not moan like that again. I panted and another scream escaped me when he slammed right into that same pleasurable place again. I began to move against him wanting him to do it again. I just wanted that pleasure to fill the pain that I've been feeling the entire time.

I moaned and held onto my father as he moved faster and deeper inside of me hitting that spot over and over again, causing me to moan out in ecstasy. I felt myself give in and shudder in pleasure as I shot my hot seed over my chest. I suppose the sight of my orgasm, caused my father to reach his peak, because he thrust into me one hard final time, before spilling his seed deep into me. My eyes widened at the feeling.

He panted and pulled out of me, I looked and saw that his cock was dripping of what was mixed with my blood and his semen. I closed my eyes and my head rolled to the side, looking away from the horrible sight. I felt tears sting my eyes as I let everything sink into me.

My father just raped me...robbed me of my very innocence.

I felt the bed move and weight be lifted off of it as my father moved off of the bed and walked over to the door, opening it and walking out of the room. I opened my eyes and looked at the open door. I go sit up, but cringe as a sharp pain washed through my entire body. I let out a small scream and quickly fall back onto the bed, shaking and began to cry. How could this happen? Of all people, to me? I cry harder and carefully roll onto my side, letting my sobs carry me to sleep.

End of Flashback–

Just thinking about that night makes me shudder in disgust and make me wonder what in the hell is going through that man's mind. It scares me to wonder what he'll do when I walk into that house. My father can get so many women with the looks he has. His brunette hair fell past his ears with a small flip at the ends of every strand, blue eyes that were as deep as the ocean, a strong and sculpted body that will send both sexes breathless, and a voice that was so velvety it melted you entirely. Of all the people in the world, men and women he can both have without even asking twice, and yet he chooses his own flesh and blood to do these things to.

Well fuck him...what can I do, but live with it, right? I'm only eight years old, and I have absolutely no say in what is going to happen next. The only thing that I can do, is let him do these things. In some weird way, it feels slightly good when he hits that spot. But he leaves me sore and crying. What do I do? Who in hell can I tell, and have them believe me? An eight year old boy, who's father can do just about anything, and get away it.


Months Later–

I sat in my room waiting for my aunt to come and pick me up from this hell I call a home. I sighed deeply and hung my head staring down at my feet. I've been anticipating this leave for weeks. I haven't seen my aunt Renee' since my mother left us. She was the second thing I had to a mother, since my birth mother was her sister, they had a lot in common with each other. The both of them were kind and gentle, loving and spoiled me greatly. Thought my aunt had dyed her hair black and my mother had golden blonde hair.

"Cody." a low voice spoke.

I jump in shock hearing the voice that broke me out of my thoughts. I turned my head and looked at my father with a look of disgust on my face. I groaned and rubbed my head running my fingers through my thick brunette hair. I shook my head and looked at him.

"Didn't you get what you wanted this morning?" I ask glaring at him

He only chuckled and stepped forward getting closer to me. "That was this morning. And yes, to answer your question, I did. I just want you to leave here with something to think and feel about."

I looked at him confused as he drew closer to me. He laid me down on the bed and got on top of me and began to kiss my neck, his hands running themselves up my shirt and finding their way to my nipples. I groan softly and try to pry him off.

"Dad...I will only be gone for spring break...I'll be back next week. You can wait, can't you?" I ask trying to see, if he'll listen to me and get off.

He shook his head and began to kiss down my body. "That's too long, Cody. I wanna have a taste of you before you go...a week is far too long." he said unbuttoning my pants and started to stroke my member to life.

I moan softly and tilt my head to the side. I feel his warm breath on the head of my cock and it was soon engulfed into his mouth, causing me to moan out loudly. I watched as he began to move his head along my already hard member, running his tongue up from the base to the tip, then began to suck on the tip of me.

What I found out with my father, he likes it when I enjoy what he's doing to me. I fake it most of the time. Like now, I don't want him to be touching me, I'm suppose to leave him and the bullshit he does, but to please him so he won't come back for more, I give him what he wants.

"Ah, dad...k-keep doing it like that!" I moan gripping his hair and arching my back off of the bed.

I sound like such a whore saying things like that, but it's the only way I can get him off my case. So I continue to do it. He began to move his head faster on me and running his teeth lightly along my throbbing member. I shook with pleasure and tighten my grip on his hair, bucking my hips upward into his mouth. I hope that hurts you bastard.

"Oh god! I-I'm going to..."

Before I could even finish my sentence, I release myself into his mouth shaking with pleasure. I panted and laid on the bed with my eyes closed, trying to relax my body. I felt as he pulled away and swallow what I released into his mouth. He grinned down at me and cupped my face kissing me. Gross, I can taste myself! I fake a moan and then sigh with relief when I hear the doorbell ring throughout the house. Thank God!

I hear as my father groaned in disapproval and move to stand up. He walked over to the door, then stopped looking back at me.

"I'm going to miss this when you're gone Cody." he said with a grin looking me over as I stood to pull my pants up on my body.

Yeah and I won't miss a damn thing.


The three days I've spent with my aunt so far have been perfect and just heaven. We went to the beach and made sand castles, the aquarium and I touched a whale! The best place we went to was the Gold World Theater, where I saw her perform in a play; Romeo and Juliet. She did an amazing job, and I soon fell in love with Shakespeare at a very young age, because of her.

I smile whenever I'm around her and I've completely forgot about my father, until she just had to bring him up while we're over at her house drinking soda and watching old movies on the couch.

"So how do you like living with your father, Cody?" she asked with a smile on her face.

That smile of hers was heartbreaking, because she didn't have a clue as of what was going on between my father and I. If I could just tell her, what was going on, would she believe me? Or would she think that I'm lying. I don't want to risk it, so I just stare down at my soda can and stay silent.

"Cody? Are you alright?" she asked with concern lacing her soft voice.

I nod meekly and glance at her for a quick second. "Y-yeah. I am..." I speak softly.

"How are things with your father?" she asked for a second time, leaning forward in the seat she sat in.

The thoughts and memories of the last five months flash through my head and I feel sick to my stomach. I squeezed the can in my hands and tightly shut my eyes, trying to rid myself of the images in my mind. I feel a hand place itself on my shoulder and I open my eyes to look at my aunt who stared at me with great fear in her eyes.

"It's alright Cody...You don't have to talk about it." she said pulling me into a hug, though in her mind, I knew she was deeply concerned with what was going on.

That week passed by quickly and I find myself in my aunt's car and we're heading back to my house, where he waited for me. I sighed and looked out of the window watching as we passed the city lights and buildings. My aunt looked over at me hearing me sigh and rubbed my shoulder.

"I bet your father can't wait to see you." she said looking at me smiling.

"I bet." I say closing my eyes and falling asleep on the car ride there.

I woke in my bedroom with my blankets over me, I sit up and look around the bedroom confused as to how I got here. I don't remember waking up and walking up to my room. Maybe my dad carried me into the room. I sighed and laid back on the bed, I turn my head and look at the digital clock on my night stand. 12:30 am. Well, at least he didn't wake me and try to fuck me senseless. I smile at that thought and close my eyes. I open them once again hearing loud moans echo throughout the upstairs floor. I sit up and look at my door. My head tilted to the side and I waited trying to see if there was going to be anymore moaning.

"Oh yes! Daniel, there! Hit there again!" a male voice spoke.

I cringe with disgust and slowly crawled out of my bed, going over to the door and opening it and stepping out, hearing the moans get louder and louder as I draw closer to my father's bedroom. I peeked through the crack of his door and saw that he had an man younger than him, possibly in his twenties, on all fours on his bed while he slammed hard into him holding his hips. I cringed at the force that was being done to the younger man. Thank god that isn't me... I thought moving back and heading back to my bedroom and closing my door getting back into bed and soon falling sleep.

The next morning I was awoken by the smell of bacon and eggs being made. I sniffed the air as my eyes fluttered open. The sun's rays poured into my room making a light orange look shade into my bedroom. I sat up and yawned, stretching and popping my joints. I threw the blankets off of me and swung my legs over the bed and stood up. I walked down the stairs rubbing my eyes and yawning a bit more.

I'm greeted by my father who's in his plaid boxers and a white t-shirt, with slight bed hair, while he made breakfast. I gave him a look and sat down at the table resting my head down on my arms.

"Morning dad."

He swung around and saw me, then flashed a smile. "Morning Cody! Sleep well?"

I yawned and nodded closing my eyes. "Uh-huh. How about you?" Though I fully knew how he slept last night.

"Oh, I slept very good last night." he said with a smirk on his face.

I faked a smile, because I truly didn't care. I watched as he placed the eggs on a plate that already had bacon on it and smiled seeing as he pulled french toast out from the warmer and placed some onto the plate. I sat up and smiled at him. I guess sometimes my father can't be a total ass. He was nice to me, except for the fact of him having sex with me against my will, he was nice.

My father set the plate in front of me and poured me a glass of milk. I looked at the plate then up at him.

"Wow, thanks dad." I said with a small smile.

He beamed a smile to me and rubbed my back. "I haven't seen you in a week. I wanted to make your favorite breakfast for you." He said then kissing the top of my head. "Dig in."

And I did just that. I ate slowly at first thinking he put something in the food, but my suspicion soon faded when I saw my dad grab the same food I had and began to eat with me. I listened as he hummed my favorite lullaby softly to himself while he ate. The two of us sat silently as we ate together. So far he hasn't pulled anything yet, though I'm anticipating the moment when his hands roam so familiarly over my young body. I glanced up at him and saw that he was looking at me while he was drinking his coffee.

"Yes?" I ask taking a drink from my milk.

He shook his head and set his coffee cup down. "Nothing, I'm just seeing how much you've matured over these past few months..."

No shit asshole. I had to learn how to quickly mature, with the shit you put me through every fucking day of my damn childhood!

I gave him a smile and giggled. "Thanks dad."

Although my thoughts screamed and cursed how he robbed me of my childhood by raping me nearly everyday, I didn't want him to know that it got to me. He knew for a fact that I knew it was wrong, I didn't have to say a word. But he passed it by like it was nothing. He saw that there was nothing wrong with touching your very own son in the ways that everyone in the whole wide world would find sickening.

On the inside I was screaming and wondering, why don't I just run away and get away from this nightmare? Because I already knew the answer; he's going to find me either way.

I cleared my throat and finished up my breakfast. I looked at my father as he took the last bite of his eggs and downed the rest of his coffee.

"I'm going to go and take a shower." I say, excusing myself picking up my plate placing it into the sink.

I walked over to the stairs and then feel a warm hand take hold of my hand. I turn around and stare up at my father. Not now, he couldn't possibly want to have sex right now.

Just when I think the worst, it happens. His lips pressed against mine and he held me to him. I struggled against him, not wanting this so early in the morning. It was agonizing and I was fed up with it. I push him away from me with all the strength I had and quickly moved away.

"I don't want this right now!" I shout running around him and down the hall.

"Cody!"

I hear him shout my name and run after me down the hall. I panted and stood in the game room trying to catch my breath. I gasped loudly as I was soon pushed up against the wall and held onto tightly. I yelled and tried to squirm out of his grasp. His hold on me was too tight. I whimpered and looked up at him with begging eyes, silently pleading him to not do this.

"What have I told you about doing things like that?" He questioned.

I was then tossed onto the small couch and in seconds he's over me and pulling down my shorts. I whimpered even more, thinking back how this is something like the first night of him plunging hard inside me.

I tried to shove him off of me, but he wouldn't budge off. I was then stripped of my shirt and his boxers followed suit. I began to breathe heavily knowing what was coming up so very soon. I clenched my eyes tightly shut and felt as his large cock rammed itself into my small ass.

A scream of pain escaped my lips, as I felt something tear inside of me. Tears fell out of my eyes quickly as my body laid beneath him in searing pain. I grabbed his arms and tried to get him to stop but it didn't work.

"Stop! It hurts...." I cried loudly hoping he would go softer.

But his thrusts continued in me at a fast pace. I laid there once again helpless and all I could do was cry in pain. At time like this, I wonder what would happen if my mother had stayed here instead of leaving me with this monster.


Renee's P.O.V

I got into my car placing Cody's favorite blanket in the passenger seat next to me and made my way down to his house. I know he must have missed it so dearly, this blanket means so much to him because his mother hand made it just for him. The blanket was baby blue with his name stitched in large green letters. It was his favorite, and only memory left of his mother.

As I made my way over there, I thought about how strange it was when I asked him how everything was at home, he became so tense and upset. It made me worry about him. I still worry about it. I wonder what's going on at home with his father. Was he abusing him in some way? Though if he was, I would have seen bruises on his body. So that couldn't be it. What was it?

I slowed the car down as I parked into the driveway of Cody's house and turned the engine off. I walked up to the front door and lightly knocked on it. I stood there and waited for an answer, but didn't receive one. I went to knock on the door again, but I stopped hearing a loud scream of what sounded like pain. I leaned my ear against the door and listened even closer to see if a movie was playing or not. Then I hear the sound of Cody's voice screaming stop, and a low voice that sounded like Daniel telling the boy to stop.

My eyes widened and I grab the knob of the door and open the door, thanking silently that it was unlocked. I stood in the living room area and listened to see what direction the screams were coming from. I noticed that it was coming from the game room, so I grabbed a lamp and unplugged it holding the heavy item in my hand.

I made my way into the room unnoticed and crept behind Daniel. My stomach knotted at the sight of Cody's red teary face. He sees me and I raise a finger to my lips for him to keep quite about my presence. I watched as Daniel slammed hard into the young boy and groan deeply with pleasure. Being disgusted to no end and searing with rage, I took the lamp and slammed it hard against the back of Daniels' head and watched as he fell forward onto Cody. I hit him again with the shattered end that was still in my hand and quickly went to remove him off of Cody.

Cody sat up and immediately latched onto me. He cried into my neck and held onto me tightly crying hard.

"Don't leave me. Don't leave me." he repeated into my blouse.

"I wont."

I said standing up with him in my arms and rush outside to the car and gently placing him into the front seat, then making my way over to the drivers side and starting the car up. I speed down the road and down to my house. I saw that Cody found his blanket and held it tightly to him, crying into the soft object. My heart ached and now I realized why Cody had reacted the way he did when I asked him how he liked living with his father. I now knew the answer. He hated it. His very own father was raping him. The sick bastard was doing this to his own son?

Unbelievable.


Cody's P.O.V

I sat in the living room of my aunts house while she called the police and reported him of raping a child. I sat there with my blanket wrapped tightly around my still naked body and stared down at my feet. Thank god she saved me from him. For over five months I've lived with him and all he's done is fuck me until I wasn't able to stand. Other times he would take it easy, but it was still all in all revolting.

My aunt walked into the living room and sat next to me. She pulled me into her arms and kissed the top of my head.

"The police will be here to take some small tests to see if you've been raped by him."

I looked up at her. "But didn't you tell them that he raped me?" I ask wondering why they would need to take any sort of test.

"Yes, but they need proof of that sweetie." she sound calmly rubbing my back.

I leaned my body against her and closed my eyes holding onto her. I didn't want her to leave. She was the one person who made me feel so safe and secure. I just hoped that this wasn't a dream, and that I was actually getting away from him.

The police came and the took a something and swabbed the inside of my ass then placing the swab into a plastic bag. Thankfully they gave me some clothing that was a bit to big but though it was something to wear. So I sat on the couch in khaki's and a large police force t-shirt. They politely asked me questions, such as how long has my father been doing this to me, and if he ever had any other people do the same things he does, to me. I answered of the questions truthfully and hoped that they would put his sorry ass into prison.

When the questioning was finished, the officer walked over to my aunt and pulled her into the kitchen. He looked at her with a look of hurt on his face. He took off his glasses and rubbed his face letting out a long sigh.

"That young boy has been through so much Miss." he said placing his glasses back onto his face.

"Yes. Though I'm just now finding out about this. He said it's been happening for months, but he never told a single soul." Renee' said folding her arms across her chest and leaning against the counter.

"He hasn't shown any signs of rape?" he questioned looking at her raising an eyebrow.

She shook her head. "None. Though a few days ago, I asked how he liked living with his father and he quickly became silent and the look on his face was of disgust and hurt. When I asked him what was wrong, he just said it was nothing."

The officer nodded his head in response and shifter his weigh to the other side. "Alright, well we have police cars now on their way towards the house of Daniel Mathews." he shook his head. "The poor child is going to be traumatized for the rest of his life." he said with another long sigh.

"Yes, I know..." Renee' said softly with a hint of hurt in her voice.

"I highly suggest placing him into some counseling classes so he can try and calm his body from the pain."

Renee' nodded her head in agreement and sighed to herself. "Thank you."

Weeks passed by and my father has been sentenced to 8 years in prison for rape of a child. Since the trial, my aunt and I have moved out to New Jersey and moved into a small house that is perfect for just the two of us. I've been taking counseling classes with a woman named Alice Finch. She's actually helped me with everything. The exercises she gives me help me with calming myself, so I can find peace once again.


Two years pass by and I find myself being happier and everything being so clear. I play with my friends without a single problem. And now standing in my bedroom staring out of my window, looking down at the streets beneath the second floor I wonder what happened in my childhood. Because for some reason, I couldn't remember a thing. One time, when I did try to remember it I ran to the nearest bathroom and throw up my entire meal from that day. So I figured it was wise that I don't think about it.

I asked my Aunt once and she told me that it would be better for me that I don't think of it. So now after experiencing that I throw up whenever I do think about it, I keep that thought shoved into the depths of my mind.

I closed the curtains and walked over to my bed, laying down and closing my eyes. I drifted to sleep as I held a baby blue blanket with my name stitched on it close to me. I guess I'll never remember it my past.


I think that i rushed the ending a bit...

Hn. Tell me watcha think of this chapter! :)