But You're My Daddy? (TRIGGER WARNING)

Chapter 6.

Chapter Six:

After class I led Harry outside into the school courtyard. We sat on the bench, it was the only private place I knew in our school. By then I was sobbing so hard that it was difficult for me to breathe, so Harry held my hand to comfort me, then locked his eyes on me, waiting for me to tell him everything.

I thought about what I was going to say for a few minutes, whether I should just make something less serious up, or whether or not he already guessed. But I knew I had to tell someone, I got destroyed by it for so long. I had to tell someone who cared.

"When I-I was six, my mom died, so I had to live alone with Daddy and he r-raped me, he's done it so many times since, he does that or hits me for almost any reason at all, he tells me h-he loves me, not like a son, like a-a boyfriend, he gets mad if I show any sign of disagreement. He forces me to call him Daddy, h-he scares me so much, Harry." I admitted to him, in between my uncontrollable sobs.

When I finished confessing I broke into more, heavier tears and started crying onto Harry's shoulder, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead, brushing his hands gently through my hair.

"Evan, you need to tell the police or something. He's a pedophile, it's vile what he's doing to you, you need to tell someone, you need to get help." Harry told me, while kissing my hair repeatedly. I shook my head frantically. I couldn't tell anyone else, Daddy would kill me. I shouldn't of told Harry. Daddy could never find out about this.

"I cant, Harry. He'll kill me if he finds out I said anything. Please don't tell anyone about this." I begged him. He then grabbed my chin and lifted it slightly, forcing me to make eye contact with him.

"You really think what he's doing is okay? He needs to be stopped. He can't kill you if he's locked up. Please get help, Evan." He told me, I tried to break eye contact but he held his hand under my chin.

I didn't want Daddy to get in trouble. I love him. He's my Daddy. Harry didn't know me, he didn't know Daddy like I did, he couldn't make me get Daddy into trouble.

"Get away from me, Harry. You don't understand!" I screamed at him and ripped his hand away from my face, then stood up and started running. I regretted telling him anything. I didn't want him to ruin what me and Daddy had.

I ran home, Daddy was surprised to see me home so early he asked me why I seemed so panicky.

"I did something bad Daddy. I should have listened to you, I'm so sorry Daddy." I cried to him, he wrapped his arms around me.

"What did you do, Evan?" he asked, I shook my head.

"I can't tell you Daddy. It could ruin everything." I whimpered, Daddy pushed me against the wall in sudden realization.

"Evan, what did you fucking do?!" He screamed at me, slamming my body heavily against the wall.

"I-I told Harry about us, Daddy. It was a mistake, a huge mistake. I am so so sorry Daddy, please don't hurt me." I begged him frantically.

He let go of me and rubbed his face with frustration.

"Pack your stuff, we're moving." He said calmly.

"But Daddy, I don't wanna-" before I could finish my sentence Daddy slapped me.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Evan! Pack your fucking stuff!" He yelled at me, there was panic clear in his voice so I did as I was told.

Before I even had time to pack my stuff we could hear the ear piercing sound of police sirens from a short distance, Daddy kept swearing under his breath. Harry must of told the police about us. I told him not to tell anyone. Why would he do that to me?!

Daddy grabbed my wrists and pushed me into the wall once again, his face was red with anger and if it was possible, steam would be coming through his ears.

"You can't keep your mouth shut, you're just like your fucking mother! But I can shut you up, like I shut her up." Daddy spat at me. I was confused, what did he mean?

"D-Daddy, what do you mean?" I asked him, I was so frightened, I never saw Daddy this angry before.

"I can make you kill yourself too, Evan. Just like I did with your bitch of a mother!" He screamed at me, as he did so he tightened his grip on my wrists, while digging his nails deep into my skin. I didn't dare react though. Daddy was really angry at me.

"Mommy killed herself?" I whimpered, Daddy nodded, with a sudden look of both shock and guilt flashing through his eyes, he must of noticed I saw it and then he let go of my arms,

"Now, I need you to do exactly what I say. I want you to go check out the back to see if any police are there, if not we will run out there, if there is you let the police take us for questioning, you tell them I never touched you, that everything you said was a big lie, you did it for attention, okay?" Daddy instructed me, he was calm now, but I didn't want to anger him, so I nodded and went to go check out the back.