(So like, apparently people read my stories from way back in 2013, so here I shall post a few more chapters to things, and sorry person who doesn't like the fact I have a life outside of , I have a life)
Karkat pealed his underwear away like another layer of skin, pee and poop so deeply melded into the fabric that it sent a horrid reek through the room. He didn't even seem to notice as he slipped it off all the way and dropped it to the floor. The boy waddled towards the tub, his curious eyes scanning the water tops, before softly patting at it. He had sent John out right after he had finished filling the tub, not wanting him to look at all the marks running along his little abused body. He smiled as his fingers touched the liquid, before he slipped one leg in and then the next. Once comfortable in the tub, little Karkat began to play with some of the soap bottles happily, making them dance and talk on the water.
"Don't worry, Kankri, I have a plan." He said, a proud smile on his face as he bounced a particularly red bottle. "Daddy, I'll be back when I find my fortune!" he made them wave about and giggled, before hearing the door and jerking, eyes wide. He cowered down so his head was barely peeking from the side of the tub. "…Hello?" he asked softly. In peeked John, a big dopey smile on his cheesy face. "Hey kid!" he said.
"I SAID NOT TO COME IN IDIOT!" he yelled, throwing "Kankri" at him. "Ow, shit!" he whined and rubbed his forehead. "Man, you have an arm…" he whimpered, before smiling slightly again. "I just have a towel, I swear!" he placed the towel on the sink. His vision drifted to the boy and his eyes widened. "…dear g…god…" he whispered, covering his mouth and staring the boy over. Karkat shifted back a bit, pressing his back against the wall and sniffling. "Go out!" he whined loudly. John began to shake, staring over those bite marks and bruises littering the small frame before him, so torn apart and abused…It made him gag. He quickly stepped out, covering his mouth and shutting his eyes tight.
What had happened to the boy?
After a few moments, he slowly pushed the door open again. He could hear soft sniffling and crying from inside. "…Karkat?" He asked sweetly, going over to the tub, tears filling his bright blue eyes. "…Karkat, shhh…" he reached to touch the crumpled little body, curled against the wall and shaking violently. He jerked from John's touch, eyes wide as he stared up at the other. Tears flowed down his grey face, bright grey spheres spinning in terror. John took a deep breath and took the boys hands from under the water, squeezing them softly. "…Karkat…Did someone bad hurt you?" he asked in a soft whispered.
Karkat was fighting tears the best he knew how, biting his lip harshly and staring at the other. As the other spoke, tears began to break free and roll down his face quickly. "Y-you aren't going to h-hurt me are you?!" he sobbed harshly, backing up even more. "Please don't hurt me! I-I be good I promise!" he sobbed. John was in shock. "NO! No no no no no!" he was in tears now, pulling the naked, skinny, shaking little boy close. "No. No, never, Karkat! Never ever will I hurt you… Never." he breathed and kissed the boy's face. "Shhhh…."
Karkat hiccuped and shook, looking up at his friend…was he his friend? Of course…yes he was…He sniffled and hugged him slightly, hiding his face in his chest. "…b-bad…bad man hurt me…" he said, before falling silent. John bit his lip, understanding. He lifted the boy closer and out of the water, letting his little legs fall on his lap even though he was sopping wet. "Karkat," he began, taking the boys hands. "I won't let anyone…anyone hurt you again." he kissed Karkats head, avoiding his horns. "I swear…"