TOXIC (boyxboy)

Chapter 1 - Living with a demon

As I laid in my bed I felt him climb on top of me as he groped my thigh and slowly made his way to my butt.

I felt my body go numb as my nightly routine began by the only man in my life I loved and once trusted to protect my innocence but that wasn't the case. He took my trust and smashed it leaving it in a pile of fragments of what it could've been.

Before I go into my dark life let me introduce myself, my name is Daniel Fletcher I'm an only child, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5'4 tall with pale skin, I have dull eyes and messy brown hair and I'm gay. My mother died when I was 9 years old, she was making her way back home after work one night. It was raining that night and she was halfway across the street when a car was came speeding down the street, the person driving didn't see her till it was too late, the police report said the person attempt to hitting the breaks but the car was moving too fast to stop. Unfortunately that car rolled over her as the driver sped off either in an act of no remorse or pure terror.

When the paramedics found her she was laying in a pool of blood with her locket in her hand. It was later revealed in her autopsy that she had multiple fractured bones including her cranium, a punctured lung and her Carotid artery was severed due to the car accident. That night I was home standing at the front door waiting for her to walk in at the time she promised she'd be there and give me a big hug as we talked about her day at work till it was time for bed and tuck me in like she always does but she never made it through the front door. Because of someone else's actions her promise was broken leaving me the heart wrenching pain of cleaning up the memories and life she never got to have.

That day she walked me to school an at the gate she kissed me on my forehead and said she loved me and that she'll be thinking of me all day. I gave her a kiss and told her I loved her more then made my way into the school gate, the last thing I told her was I love you and because of it I've never told anyone I loved them since that day onward.

After her death things went downhill, I was raised by a demon in the form of man and is known as Michael Fletcher, he began to beat and rape me at the age of 12. It first happened when I just came back from school, apparently my teacher called home and told my "dad" that I have been failing most of my subjects and he got so enraged he punched me onto the floor and began kicking me repeatedly in the stomach and stomped on my body. And all I could've think about was, why is dad doing this to me? Why is he so angry? Doesn't he love me anymore?

The pain was so intense it caused me to passe out. A month or so after the incident he quietly made his way into my room and got onto my bed and used his hand to force me against the mattress startling he swiftly placed his other hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming as he whispered, "Shh, tell anyone what happens in this house and I personally see to it that  you'll be reunited with your mother below the dirt."

My heart began beating rapidly within my chest as he began to do as he pleased to my body forcing me down as I scream into his hands at the pain he inflicted onto my body, that night was unforgettable as it was engraved into my memory as the night is was swallowed up by the darkness.

As years passed the beatings got more violent as well as recent and the rape happens every night like clockwork, and along those years I got depression and tried killing myself twice and one of which was by jumping in front of speeding car trying to leave this horrible world the way my mother did. She was the only good thing in my life before she was taken away from me without warning. When he first found out I tried to kill myself he beat the crap out of me and told me the only way I can leave him is if he let's me leave.

Not only do I get beaten at home but school is no different. When the school found out I was gay, they fueled the flames of my hell farther by ganging up on me, making fun of me every time an opportunity is wide open, slam me into my locker, beat me with my own note books and spray painted "Faggy Danny" on my locker. The jocks and "bad boys" are the one that beat the fuck out of me while others stand and watch, some laugh while others watch with sympathy as they are to scared to help me.

Back to where we left off...

He undressed me slowly and bit my neck as he pulled me to his dick once I was undressed and slowly pushed into me and began forcing me to kiss him. In his mind I'm a prized toy he can play with and toss aside to play with another day.

Goodnight my night children,
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