Author's Note: Hello my lovelies! Here is the third chapter. Just a reminder, this is rated M for a reason. There is abuse and things of a sexual nature. Happy reading.
-Anneryn

I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter 3:

Tyler's POV

Even after eating at Jeremy's, I can't get the taste of him off of my lips. Twice today, what I thought was sadistically impossible, happened. Now I just have to wait for something to come along and fuck everything up. Nothing good ever lasts… not for me…. I sighed as I pulled my car into the driveway. It looks like Dad is already home… this can either be unimportant…. Or very, very bad... I ignored the lump in my throat and went inside.

The house is dark, inside. Maybe it's a good sign… with my dad, I can never be sure. I kept walking towards the staircase, when it hit. The stench of alcohol hit me at full force. Shit, that's not good. I walked faster, trying to get to the stairs as quickly and quietly as I could. If he's been drinking… God only knows what he'll do to me.

Something hit me from behind. I stumbled, but caught myself before I fell. I turned around, only for my face to meet my father's fist. I winced and ducked down. I didn't duck soon enough. I staggered and turned around. My father looks absolutely livid.

"You're late." He growled. I looked at him, in shock. I didn't say anything. I was waiting for my vision to stop blurring.

"I had dinner with some friends…. I didn't realize I had a curfew." I said, hurriedly. He let out a bark of cold laughter.

"Who in their right minds would be friends with a worthless fuck up like you?" He asked, clearly amusing himself. I didn't say anything. "They could do better… Everyone could do so much better. Let's get real, son. What are you good for?" He taunted me. He backhanded me. I never saw it coming. He brought his knee into my gut. I doubled over. He kicked me to the ground. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and lifted my head up. "Answer me, boy." He growled.

"I don't know." I spat. He chuckled… it brought chills to my bones.

"Maybe it isn't too late for you… maybe you can still learn something." He said, thoughtful. Oh God, what does he mean? He let go of my hair and picked me up, roughly, and brought me to my feet. I grunted. He looked at me. I tried to focus on him. I never hit back. No matter what he does… I never hit back… It would only make things worse.

He walked towards me until I could feel his breath on my face. He placed an arm around my waist. His hand traveled lower… and lower. I jumped when it grazed my butt. He let it stop there. He isn't going to…. Is he? He grabbed me, there, and held me still. His eyes turned lethal and he kneed me in the groin. I winced and fell towards him. He backhanded me and let me fall to the ground. He crouched down over me, and finally decided to straddle my thighs and sit down.

I wiggled and tried to move. How is he always so fucking strong? No matter what I do, he's always stronger. He leaned forward and punched my shoulder. I grimaced and bit back a cry of pain. I heard something snap. It doesn't feel broken… just… hurt. He put a hand behind my neck and pulled me into a sitting position. He grabbed my injured arm and started twisting. He twisted it behind me, and forced me to lie down on top of it. He brought my other arm above me and trapped my wrist with his hand. His free hand went to my jeans.

He unbuttoned them and yanked down the zipper. I tried to move away as his hand slipped inside. He's never done this before. Why is he doing this now? This isn't right… It's incest… Rape… and incest… He grabbed my cock, gently, and began stoking. I looked anywhere but at him. This can't be happening.

"What, no underwear? Well, aren't you the little whore?" He asked.

"Stop, I'm not some fag." I growled. He looked at me amused.

"Let's see what my little whore knows. Have you ever even been with a woman, son? Have you ever been buried inside someone, having them scream your name, as you plow into her with your cock?" He taunted.

"Yes," I snarled. "I'm not some fucking girl. I'm not a fucking virgin. God damn it, Dad! Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled. He smirked, but didn't stop what he was doing. He increased the speed of his hand. He flicked the top of my head with his thumb, roughly. I bit back a frustrated moan. "Does this get you off? Raping your son?" I asked him. He moved his hand didn't get off of me. He gave me a slow, sadistic smile.

"Rape? Don't be such a pussy, Tyler. If I wanted you, you would have already been had. What this was… was just… think of it as a life lesson. One that… I'm in no mood to repeat again. Now, for the last part of the lesson, I suggest you pay attention." He told me. I tried to shift underneath of him.

"And if I don't?" I challenged. He smirked and brought his hand back to my crotch. I glared at him. He laughed and moved his hand. Instead, he shifted his body over my naked manhood, and started rocking his hips.

"Do you really want to know the answer to that?" He asked. I hissed. He moved back to his original spot. "I thought not. Now, pay attention and this," he said motioning to me, and my lower half, "will never happen again. Clear?" He asked. I nodded. He brought his hand to his own zipper and unbuttoned his pants. He started fisting himself. I closed my eyes and refused to watch. "If you can't watch, then I guess I will just have to repeat myself… something you know that I hate doing." He threatened.

I opened my eyes and forced myself to watch him. I tried to think about something good… something far away. It worked… until I felt him finish. I felt him spray come all over my clothes. He looked at me, satisfied. He got off of me and stood up.

"Oh, and Tyler. I have a little… surprise for you. She's a favorite of mine. I know that she won't mind finishing what I started. Don't worry though; I'll let you have your privacy. I'm going out. Don't wait up. You have so much potential. Have I told you that I'm proud of you?" He said. I didn't move or say anything. "And, make sure she does a good job. I pay her well… She'll tell me if there are any problems." He added.

On cue, a red headed woman walked into the room and looked down at me. She has on a short miniskirt and a button up top. She's attractive. At least, I think she is. I still can't see anything clearly. She got down on her knees and wrapped her mouth around my crotch. My father chuckled and left the house. I tried not to think about what she was doing.

She sucked and blew like a pro. I pushed her off of me and she looked at me in surprise. I sat up and ripped my shirt off and threw it to the floor. Her face darkened when she saw my bruises.

"Let me take care of you." She offered. I didn't say anything. "Let me do this… and I can get you cleaned up. I know how he can be." She added. I nodded. I'm not sure why, but nothing sounded bad about what she said. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it aside. She gently pushed me back down and went back to work with her mouth. I groaned and thrusted against her throat… She didn't complain.

True enough, after she finished, she cleaned up my cuts and got me ice for my injuries. She stayed with me, that night. She didn't complain or ask any questions… when we had angry sex later that night. She just… stayed. She only left in the morning when she was sure that I was okay.

"Sugar, if you need anything… sex, someone to take care of you… or just… anything… you call me. You don't worry about payment." She took my phone and added her number. I'm guessing that she added mine to hers as well. "My name is Sarah, by the way. Get some sleep." She said, getting dressed. She handed me back my phone and kissed me before she was on her way. I called myself into school, sick and slept.

I got up around three in the afternoon and dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. I winced as the hot water hit my bruised body. I ignored the pain and turned the water up hotter. My body started shaking. I hit the shower wall, but not hard enough to make any damage. After awhile, I got out of the shower.

I dried off and looked at myself in the mirror. I have a nasty bruise on my cheek. It looks like he kept hitting me in the same spot, so it wouldn't leave a mark. My shoulder is bruised, but I can say that I got carried away wrestling or something. Other than that, the damage is minimal. He knows how not to mark me…

I shuddered and got dressed. I can't be here. I went back into the bathroom and put on some foundation. It's not a gay thing, but it covers most of the bruise. I grabbed my keys and just drove. I stopped off at the liquor store and got some whiskey. I can't be in my own head right now. …I need a distraction.

I drove to the graveyard and just sat, drinking. No one really comes out here. I jumped when I heard my name being called. I turned around to see Jeremy. I grimaced.

"What do you want, Gilbert?" I asked him.

"Just seeing if you're up to your usual, stupid shit, Lockwood." Jeremy answered. I sighed and put the cap back on the whiskey.

"Is there something you wanted?" I asked him, again.

"Just to see my favorite douche bag." He answered. I gave him a slight smile. "Jenna wanted to know if you wanted to come by for dinner, again. She heard that your parents were going to be out of town for a few weeks, and wants to make sure that you won't starve. And apparently since I'm being forced to be civil to you, I have to invite you to dinner." Jeremy said, with a grimace. I snorted.

"When hell freezes over," I told him. He smiled.

"Alright, but if Jenna tracks you down, she's going to be more annoying than Elena." I told him. He sighed.

"Fine." I told him.

"I should probably drive." He told me. I rolled my eyes and tossed him the keys. I threw away the alcohol in a nearby trashcan. "How much have you had?" He asked. I shrugged.

"A couple of swigs, not even enough to get tipsy off of." I told him. He laughed and handed me some gum. I put it in my mouth and got into my car on the passenger's side. Once we were driving, I started to relax. Before I knew it, we pulled into his driveway. "Hey, Gilbert?" I asked. He looked over at me.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"No questions, but can I crash here for a few weeks? My dad doesn't want me to 'fuck up the house' while he's gone." I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, that's fine. Just run it by Jenna. I doubt she'll care. Apparently she's overjoyed that we're 'friends' now." He said with a smile. He does it so well. You would never know that there was anything between us. We got out of the car and he handed me the keys. I locked it and we went inside. Jenna was okay with my staying. Staying with Jeremy for a few weeks, and in his bed, didn't sound bad… But eventually, I'll have to go home.

Author's Note: Hopefully you all liked it! Please leave your thoughts, but keep it friendly. Review, you know you wanna!
-Anneryn