HELLO READERS WELCOME TO CHAPTER 6. GOOD READING XX
Akihiko started reading.
I don't really know where to begin with this, it's hard trying to remember every detail but a good friend of mine told me to get it off my chest. Though I'm not planning on telling anyone, this seemed like a good idea.
You see this all started when my parents died. They where good people and they loved my brother and I. I can only remember them being happy back when everything was good. The day they died was the worst day of my life, not only because I had lost them but also it started a chain reaction which lead me to where I am now.
After my parents died my brother got really depressed, so after speaking with family he sent me to our Uncles. I stayed with him for 2 years until my brother finished school and got a job. The first month I didn't really do much, my Uncle started me at a new school though I didn't want to go. I didn't make any friends on purpous because I knew I would be moving back at some point. That was a mistake, if I had a friend, then maybe I could have told them. Although I seriously doubt I would have told anyone.
It was half way into the second month that it started. I loved my Uncle and trusted him but after that I couln't sleep again. He came in after having a couple of drinks, he climbed into my bed. For a moment he just stayed there, then he put his hand on my chest, moved it down over my stumock, until he reached my privorite bits. He started rubbing though the fabrick and grinding my bottom at the same time.
He pulled down my pyjama bottoms and he raped me. It was painful, I tried to scream but he covered my mouth with a dish towl, he left me in a bloody mess and walked out my room, all without saying a word.
For the next week he did that everyday, then it stopped, I thought maybe he was going to stop altogether but he didn't. He seemed to do it when he drunk, which was always work related. I didn't know exactly what it was that set him off but Uncke being angry and having a drink was a bad mixture.
The punishments that he came up with where awlful. My Aurnt also had the pleasure of experience these. Death theats, beatings to the point of passing out but the worst was always the celler. This was a wine celler that my Grandfather had and when he passed the house was inherited by my uncle. He had cleared out all the alcohol by the time I arived, and he had transformed it into his own den.
It had old fashion hocks on the walls and this is where he did most of it. He used to tie me or my Aurnt up in chains then pull us up until we where hanging my our arms. Hanging like that restricted the airways which meant it felt like you where sufforcating and to take a breath you would have to pull yourself up. After a while though your arms would go numb and you just couldn't do it anymore at which point my Uncle always got me down.
This totour continued until my brother finally came to take me away when I was 10 years old.
During my time in my Uncles home I had 17 times in the celler, beaten atleast tripple that and raped on my Uncles time table.
I haven't told anyone what happened to me but I dont really want anyone to know. The reason for this statement or whatever this is, It's for me. My Uncle has died and I wanted to say it even if it wasn't out load. It's done now. It's out and I don't need to repeat it again.
Akihiko placed the paper back to it's original state and looked at Misaki. So that was it, that's what happened and now he knew. It was just a case of getting Misaki to tell him so he can move on properly.
Akihiko placed the paper back to it's original state and looked at Misaki. So that was it, that's what happened and now he knew. It was just a case of getting Misaki to tell him so he can move on properly.
Akihiko ran his hand though Misaki's suprisingly soft hair, while he pondered on the matter of sleeping with him. Was ot a good idea? Probably not. Did he regret it? Defenitly not. Could it become something? Well he'll have to talk to Misaki about that. He wasn't even sure if he wanted it to be anything more.
He didn't know what to think, he was already in love. So what did this mean to him, he wasn't sure. He knew Misaki just needed a friend, a shoulder to cry on but was he the solution? He also needed someone but was Misaki a solution to his problems. He really didn't know.
Akihiko contued to think on the matter when he realised the time. It was 12:45 already and Takahiro hadn't returned yet. He carlfuly removed himself from Misaki's bed without disterbing him to go and check the apartment. No Takahiro.
Where was he?
HELLO READERS SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT. AND I APOLIGISE FOR THE HOT STUFF I'M NOT VERY GOOD AND WRITING IT BUT I'LL WORK ON THAT.
THANK YOU FOR READING I'LL BE POSTING AGAIN SOON