So the idea for this one has been floating around in my head for a while, and I thought I might as well commit it to print. I'm warning you now, this chapter is especially not pretty. Physical and sexual abuse in this one, but future chapters will get progressively lighter.

SPOV

"SEBASTIAN!"

I can hear the yell from all the way upstairs in my bedroom, even with the door closed. Years of experience have taught me that the longer I take to get downstairs, the worse it will be, and I can't stop the twinge of nervousness in my stomach as I fly down the stairs.

"Yes, sir?" I ask quietly.

My father sits at the kitchen table with my laptop in front of him.

"Oh shit," I think.

"What the hell is this?" he spits at me. I see he has a particular folder open; the folder that holds all of the pictures of naked guys I've collected. "Are you going to answer me?" he asks threateningly.

"Well, I…um…I'm…I'm gay dad," I whisper.

His rage grows. "Excuse me?" he sneers, coming closer. I back up as fast as I can, but hit a wall. I'm cornered.

He glares down at me for a minute before slapping me so hard I almost lose my balance. He takes advantage of the moment, grabbing me by the collar and throwing me against the opposite wall. I hit it hard and crumple to the floor, pain radiating from my head and throughout the rest of my body.

"No son of mine is a fag," he roars angrily.

"Dad, please," I whimper, "Just let me explain."

Instead, he kicks me hard in the ribs, and I'm pretty sure something breaks. He straddles my chest, pinning me to the floor.

"You want to be a fucking faggot?" he yells. "Fine. Then you're going to act like one."

His fist connects with my jaw, and, distracted by the pain, I don't realize what he means until it's too late. In my confusion, I fail to notice that he's managed to rip off my pajama bottoms. I struggle against him as he holds me down with one hand and undoes his belt buckle with the other, but he's too strong and his hold on me is too tight.

"You're going to be the little bitch you always were," he tells me as he removes his boxers, and I can see that this has turned him on in some sick way. He pulls my legs up suddenly, and panic rises in my chest as I realize what he's about to do.

"Dad, no…Please! Please don't do this!" I say, but it's too late. He forces himself into me without any preparation or lubrication at all. I scream loudly and I feel something tear. I can see a pool of blood spread slowly as he forces his way in and out of me. He clamps a hand down on my throat to stop me from yelling. I find myself wishing I would black out already. I feel his release, thick and sticky, inside me, and he pulls out.

"That's what you deserve for being such a freak," he spits. I'm leaving. I'll be back in two weeks, and I'd better not find you in this house when I come back."

He slams the door so hard that the metal lock breaks. There's nothing I can do but curl up and let the blackness take me.

Well there's the beginning for you! I really hope it interests you to see what's next, and if you want to see what the future holds please review! It makes me happy and want to write faster! Thanks for reading!

~TheSongSmith