Warning: Child abuse, statutory rape, strong language, and incest.

A Families' Secret

By Demon-in-training

My inspiration:

Jacob

By: Crystal Shackelford

I hate it,

That Feeling.

The one you get when someone nears.

When a hands on your shoulder,

On your thigh.

The one that makes you want to cry.

The one that chills you to the bone.

The one that leaves you on the floor,

Crying in your own blood.

But you know you should be safe at home

But home's the place that makes you hate

Touch.

When your father comes in your room crying,

Saying he's oh so sorry for causing you so much pain

And he hopes you can forgive him.

And you do, yet again.

Then he tells you he misses your mom

And he wishes she would just come back home.

But you both know the dead don't,

That's just how it goes.

But there're bigger matters at hand,

Like your fathers big black hand

As he tells you, you look like your mom.

And you do.

But what should make you tingly and warm

Makes your insides burn.

And as your father kisses you neck

Whispering your mother's name

You remember why you hate this bed.

"Jacob, are you okay?"

And then you're back from that touch

That you hate so much.

Back in your class

With Ms. Smith starring you down.

And all you can say is,

"Can you please move your hand?"

A Families' Secret

By Demon-in-training

A Mother's Guilt

The dining room table was lavishly decorated. A silk tablecloth sat on a real cheery wood, under a multitude of expensive food and beautifully hand painted china. The table was surrounded by well dressed men and women, who exchanged non-consequential conversation with ease.

I stand at the entrance of my dinning room entrance watching my family eat and talk with some of the neighbors from down the street. The two families sit smiling but stiff. The adult talk in sweet polite voices about anything without mass, the children quite, seen but not heard.

I stand back with some 30 something, whose name I don't recall, hand down my pants. I'm completely invisible. Then I remember. . .

. . . I hate being invisible.

"What's a ni'e ge' together." I say loud enough for all to hear, a drunken slur warping me.

All eyes turn to me and the hand on my member freezes. A hot whisper hits y neck, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I ignore him in favor for taking a swig of the expensive vodka I made him buy me.

"Na- Naruto," my mother stutters, "I thought you were spending the night at a friends house." She is hesitant and awkward. My mother knows how I despise her and don't like her talking to me.

I snort and snap, "I don't have any friends."

"Remove your hands from my son." My father's voice is low and dangerous, filled with murderous intent. The coward can't get away from me fast enough.

"What's wron', Mina'o?" I say mockingly, taking another swig of alcohol . "Jealousss?"

"Naruto, please, stop this." Kushina say quietly begging. It's obvious she's about to cry.

"Bitch was I ta'kin' t' you?" I snap harshly. She finally releases a few tears, but I couldn't bother to try and give a damn. If she really wanted this to stop she could have ended it years ago.

"That's ENOUGH." My farther booms, jumping out of his seat rushing towards me. He roughly grabs my arm and drags me away, breezing past the man I came with. I'm kicking and screaming throughout the journey to my room.

Kushina's POV

Naruto's screams reverberate though the house. He seems determined to tell the world how displeased he is at the moment.

I look at the man who came in with my son. As polite as ever, I say, "Sir, I don't mean to be rude but, could you please depart from my home now?" The man looks startled but nods darts off quickly, in what I'm sure he thinks is a lucky escape. I turn to my daughter and youngest son, "Go upstairs and get ready for bed." As obedient as ever my children follow orders without thought.

Finally I turn to our neighbor's shameful and humiliated. I'm sorry about this it's just that Naruto is . . ." (angry, bitter, hurt, breaking?) "going through this . . . rebellious phase." The family of five all get up as I lead them to the front door.

"Kushina, please." said the mother of three. "We know it wasn't your fault. Tonight was . . ." the woman searches for what's the polite, politically correct term for tonight. "Tonight was an experience.

I closed the door on the outsiders and started to clean up the ruins of the night's dinner.

Throughout the process Naruto's screams and Minato's roars echoed through her home rebounding off the two, hitting every wall, floor, and ceiling just to come and hit like a ton of bricks. With practiced ease she forced herself into an oblivious state far away from her fighting family.

Still even in her self-impressed ignorance she couldn't help but notice…

Notice how Minato stopped yelling. Notice how Naruto's screams turned from curses and insults to blood curdling cries to stop for help. Notice another crack in her ever breaking heart.

Kushina stood in the kitchen over the sink. She had finished washing dishes hours ago but Naruto's screams stopped only minutes ago.

"Why are you still down here?"

I look over at my eldest son, his golden hair is limp with sweat, tan skin glistening, blue eyes dulled. He was only wearing a pair of boxers and socks, holding a carton of cigarettes and lighter in his hand. He made his way to the back door realizing I wasn't going to answer.

"You shouldn't smoke."

He smiles a crooked smile. "I shouldn't do a lot of things. Lung cancer is the least of my worries."

He grabs the knob of the back door but t stop him saying "You can smoke inside . . . "If you want?"

Naruto gives me a strange look but turns away from the door and instead leans against the fridge, lighting a cigarette. I turn from the sink and instead stand awkwardly between the stove and island. We stay silent for a few moments but I'm compelled to say something. This silence is almost as overwhelming as the screams.

"Do you really not have any friends?"

Naruto tilts his head and replies in a frank tone, "No."

"The red headed child?"

Now he's glaring at me. His eyes are so cold they burn. "How do you know about him?", his voice is dangerous and deadly, reminding me of Minato's voice tonight at dinner. This makes me remember the unsavory things my son and husband have been taking part in, in these last few hours.

"I . . ." how I wish I hadn't said anything. "I saw the two of you together a few times."

"Hmm." Naruto visibly relaxes before putting out his cigarette and lighting another. "He's in jail."

"Wh-What?"

"For murder."

Naruto seems to be taking pleasure in my shock and disgust. "Who?" I ask meekly almost too afraid to ask.

"His uncle. They had a relationship much like mine and fathers." I look appalled. "He stabbed him in his sleep."

I know my eyes are wide and my mouth is hanging open but I seem unable to control myself as well as usual.

"He has been in for 3 years but, has an appeal coming up in two weeks."

"What?", my voice is barely a whisper but I could still hear the raw fear and disgust.

"Yeah, I convinced his brother and sister to speak at the hearing. Tell the truth about some of the shit his uncle did to 'em. Lawyer said it could clear him or atleast get him probation."

"Wait, what about the first trial? Where were they then?"

"They refused to speak. Hated him for killing his mother." He took another drag from his cigarette, leaving me to contemplate about Naruto's monster of a friend . "She died in childbirth! His entire family turned their back on him for something that wasn't his fault."

"That poor child."

"Yeah, well, me and Gaara have a lot in common."

I look back at my son. Does that mean he's planning to kill Minato?

"No."

"Had I said that out loud?"

"Yes."

"I. . . I . . ."

"Don't worry, if I was going to kill Minato I would have done so long ago."

"Naruto." My voice is small, insignificant but the effect it has on shakes my very being.

"I'm going upstairs." He stands up straight then crumbles. He's on the ground before I can even blink. I rush to his side before I realize that he's in a puddle of his own blood.

"Oh my God! Stay here I'll call an ambulance!"

"NO! No, I just need to go upstairs and take a shower."

"Naruto. . . "

He forces himself up to stand up. "Really, I'm fine, it's not like this hasn't happened before."

"Well, I. . . Okay just . . .be careful. I'll clean up the mess. He nods and trudges out of the kitchen, a burgundy stain on his boxers and rivulets running down his legs.

Sorry it took so long to update, I was being lazy.

To answer some stuff people confronting me about some stuff in the last chapter this is what I have to say:

Sorry about any mistakes but I'm not perfect and have no editor. I tried to be more careful but oh well.

This really isn't meant to be OOC but who does act normally in a situation like this.

Naruto giving Minato head was not meant to be intimate it is just one of those things to Naruto, where your parents make you do it whether you want to or not. Basically, it's just a chore that he's forced to do but there is no real emotion put into it.

Thanks to all and please review.