FicWad: fresh-picked original and fan fiction

Please read! I know I said on my other story I wouldn't write another story unless it was requested. But, I got this idea a few days ago and decided to try it out. If it gets good feedback I may continue. I really like this pairing (Gerard and Ray - it will happen later into the story) and don't see it too often. The only warning is that there is incest rape going on, if you don't like reading that then you shouldn't read this. That's all! Please take the time to review if you'd like to read more because I don't wanna write if no one likes it! Thanks!
xo, H

"Can't you just stay a little longer?" My friend Ray asked.

I shook my head and put my books in my bag. "Mother says I should be home for when father gets home." I bit my lip and left Ray's room.

Ray followed me. "But you can see your father whenever. We have a project to do."

"I know, Ray. But mother says." I put my boots on and hugged my best friend tightly, not wanting to ever let go of him.

Ray hugged me as well and I gave him a reassuring pat on the back. I walked out of the front door and into the cool air of autumn. Leaves crunched under my feet as I walked down the street. The walk was about twenty minutes long and I took my time. I unlocked the front door of my house and walked in. The sweet smell of spaghetti and homemade meat sauce filled my nose. Mother always made the best food. I walked into the kitchen and gave her a hug.

"Hi honey, how was school?" She asked.

"School." I replied and poured myself some coffee. "Send the food down with Mikes, will ya? I've got a lot of homework to deal with."

She nodded and kissed my cheek. "Your father will be home any minute." She looked into my eyes, I nodded and quickly rushed downstairs. I locked my door using the several locks and bolts I had installed for safety reasons. I put my bag down and slumped down on my bed. I sighed and let the tears roll down my face. Staring at the ceiling I replayed the day in my mind. Getting called out as a faggot in art class for painting a bouquet of flowers, getting called a wrist slitter for glancing at the cuts on my wrist, getting pelted by erasers in math, being called fat while changing in PE class, getting pushed into the locker at lunch. I closed my eyes tightly, wishing I hadn't replayed what had happened. It was horrible. Especially because I was gay and I did cut myself. But I wasn't completely fat, just a little chubby.

I sighed and wiped my eyes, taking out my homework. I spread the books out on my bed and opened to the page which I was assigned to read. I bit my lip and looked at the bottle of Xanax in my bag that I had stolen from my aunt. I decided I'd take them after, it was Friday and I could afford to overdose after...after what might and most likely will happen. I shivered at the thought and tried to focus on reading. I couldn’t though, I could only think that maybe the Xanax would kill me and I’d be free from my life of hell, but luck isn’t exactly on my side.

I had finished reading by the time there was two little taps on my door and my little brother's voice came from behind it, "Gee? I have food for you. Daddy's home and says hi." I sighed and got up. I went to the door and unlocked it. Mikey's eyes met mine and I looked down. Mikey held the plate out to me and I took it, along with a glass of water. Mikey kissed my cheek. "I love you, Gee..." I nodded and said the same thing back to him. I watched Mikey walk back upstairs. I closed the door and locked it again, before returning to my bed. I ate as I did my homework.

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"Gerard." My father's terrifying voice cooed from behind the voice. "Daddy wants to tuck you in."

I shivered and unlocked the door. My father's eyes met mine and he pushed into my room. He closed the door behind him and locked it once more. "Daddy wants to put his baby boy to bed." My father got close to me and I was already on the verge of tears.

"P-Please..." I choked out.

"It's time for bed, Gerard." My father put his hand on my shoulder and pushed down. "But first..." I sunk down onto my knees, eye level with his bulge. "You deserve a bedtime snack."

I shook as I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, he stepped out of them and I pulled down his underwear. Which he also stepped out of and wrapped his hand around his length. He rubbed the tip of it on my lips. "Open up, good boy." He responded. I shook more as I opened my mouth and he inserted himself in me. Tears blurred my vision as I sucked on him like I was taught. My father moaned my name as I continued. He told me I was perfect. Well I had to be because I've been forced to do this almost every night with my father since I was only eight years old. Mother and Mikey knew he did this to me, but mother was too scared of what father would do if she left him. I wish she would though; I hated her for letting me get abused like this.

My father orgasmed and pulled out of me, I swallowed his semen like I was taught and wiped the corners of my mouth. He stood me up and took off my shirt, licking his lips as he did so. I whimpered as he pulled off my pants. He shushed me by kissing me on the lips. I shook as he picked me up and placed me on my bed. He got on top of me and took his shirt off. Then he wrapped my legs around his body and entered me slowly. I gasped and whimpered. He raped me for what felt like the millionth time and then left me to cry.

I grabbed the razor from my bedside table and sliced my wrist, crying at the release of pain. It felt so good. Made me feel something other than the pulsing in my anus. I whimpered and reached for the Xanax. I popped open the pill bottle and ate more than I should have. I let the dose overtake me.

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I woke up at around three in the afternoon. My head spun as I looked around at my surroundings. I was sprawled out naked on the bed with dried blood on my arms and dried cum on my pelvis from my father. I sighed and forced myself to get up. The hot shower was just what I needed. I washed away all of the dirtiness and the guilt. I knew it would just build up again but at least I got relief for a little while. I sighed and cut my ankles after I washed. I called myself a slut, a whore and whatever else I could come up with. I was a whore for laying there and taking the abuse, for not fighting back. Tears rolled down my face as I sliced deeper.

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Ray's arms were around me as I cried into his chest. "I-I'm sorry...I-I know I promised I would stop cutting myself..."

"Shh, Gerard...It's okay..." His strong arms felt so safe to me.

I wiped my eyes and sighed, trying to collect myself. Ray kissed my forehead gently and I shivered. "It's okay, Gee..." I sighed and pulled myself away from him. I wiped my eyes and took deep breaths while Ray rubbed my back comfortingly. It took me a few minutes to calm down and when I did I looked at Ray and thanked him. He nodded while looking at me worriedly. “Why are you doing this to yourself, Gee?” He asked a few minutes later.

I shook my head and looked down. “No reason.” I replied.

“Gerard. Tell me. Now.” Ray kept his gaze on me.

I sighed and wiped my eyes. “I can’t tell you...”

“Yes you can, Gee... I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” He held my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

I shook and chewed on my lip as I tried to find a way to explain to him what was going on. I sighed and finally explained to him what my father was doing to me almost every night. Ray didn’t speak for a while, but when he did he didn’t sound like himself, he sounded scared, it wasn’t the Ray I knew. “Gerard...” He started and then paused, biting his lip. “We need to tell someone about this.”

“NO!” I cried out. “Don’t tell anyone about this, Ray!” Tears rolled down my face. “Please...”

“Well Gerard you can’t keep going on like this! You’re father is raping you! Do you not get how serious this is?!” Ray had tears in his eyes as well.

I shook my head. “Just please don’t tell anyone...please, Ray.” My tears fell onto Ray’s bedsheets.

He sighed. “Fine, Gerard.”

I looked up at him. “P-Promise?”

“Promise.”

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