Graffiti chapter eight: Innocence by blackdragonflower

Warning: Rape

Matt was huddled in his bed. He sighed, the weight on his heart heavy. Mello had been hurt and he felt it was his fault.

'Mello... I'm so sorry I got you hurt. It's my fault you even came here to Rulebreakers. You came because I wanted to... I hope you're okay... Maybe it is better this way, me being here. But I can't believe that no matter how much I tell myself that. It's all my fault you got hurt. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...'

The redhead hid his head underneath his pillow trying to chase away the thoughts of guilt, hurt, and depression. Tears rolled down his pale cheeks. He felt a dark shade of blue ever since he'd witnessed his friend's mugging. Everyone just went about their lives as if it was normal the blonde was almost killed. He could have been, so easily had Moska wanted. Matt's eyebrows furrowed. Had Rulebreakers always been this way?

"Matt."

"...?" The ten year old peeked out from under his pillow and almost hissed. "What?"

"Come with me... We need to... talk."

"... Fine." Matt quickly wiped away the remnants of the tears and followed Moska past the bunks. Boys of different ages were sleeping peacefully away, some snoring, others breathing quietly so their inhales were barely audible.

Moska nudged Matt into his room and closed the door behind him. Matt heard the lock turn. "Matt... sit down." The redhead remained standing. His skin itched. He had the premonition something bad was going to happen. He was scared. "I said sit Matt." Matt yelped as he was pushed onto the bed. Before he could even blink he was turned over, Moska's cold gray eyes staring down at him. The adult crawled over the child. Matt's eyes widened.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Punishment for leaving."

"No! NO!" The boy's cry was smothered by hot lips against his own. He kicked and beat at the adult, tears leaking down his face. He couldn't breathe.

"Don't make a sound. If you tell anyone about this I'll kill you. Do you understand me?" Matt remained quiet, his eyes turned away. He cried out when the elder's sharp teeth buried themselves in his tender neck. "Do you understand me Matt!?"

"Yes...I-I won't tell..."

"Good." Matt tried to get away when Moska tugged his shirt off. Then was stripped naked.

"Stop... Stop it!" Matt squirmed trying to free himself.

"You can't tell me what to do Matt." Moska dragged sick moist kisses up Matt's bare skin to under his chin. "You have to obey me. You are beneath me, you have disobeyed my direct orders."

"Stop! Stop it Moska!"

"You fool! You wouldn't let me play with your little blonde friend Mello, so now I'm playing with you. Shush up and take it. You deserve it. Hell you asked for it."

"I... asked for it..." Matt whispered becoming motionless. Matt felt cold metal around his wrists and heard the handcuffs click. The boy bit his lip and looked off into space his mind no longer apart of him. "I'm sorry..." 'I'm sorry for everything Mello...'

Moska got off, removed his clothes, then returned. He nibbled on Matt's earlobe, his tongue flickering over the skin. "You taste good Matt... Did you know that?"

"Well? Why don't you answer me whore?" Moska held the boy by the chin. "Well? Answer me!"

"God damn you!" A harsh punch in the stomach. Matt gasped for air, then fell back against the mattress. "You're pathetic you stupid boy."

Matt closed his eyes hoping this was all just a terrible nightmare and he would wake up any moment. The metal cuffs nipped at his skin cutting into the circulation at his wrists. Matt's scream pierced his ears. All he could see was crimson pain. Why couldn't anyone hear his screaming? Why couldn't they hear his pleas for help? 'God... I'm getting ripped apart! Stop please... I didn't do anything to deserve this... This is wrong... Stop it! Stop hurting me!' He screamed again when he felt the venomous thrust rip into him in time with a fierce bite into his shoulder. Ungentle hands roamed the child's body touching him in areas that should not be touched.

Matt's eyes weakly closed, as he became immersed in his own pain. 'What happened to joy? What happened to smiles? What happened to the days when I would wake up knowing I could just be myself and I wouldn't have to worry about anything? What happened to me? Did I change... or did the whole world just change around me? ...Mello... Who am I kidding... Life isn't full of smiles, of hope, of joy... Life isn't full of rainbows and sunshine, starlight and butterflies... My life... is a lie...'

He was nothing more than a toy to the adult...

and now he was broken.