Date: Wed, 5 May 2004 17:08:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jay Winton <spokenword87@yahoo.com>
Subject: erik's song chp 7

Erik's Song

Chapter 7...it's like heaven...reading chapter 7!


	I watched Erik walk down my street, and turn around and wave at me,
as I stood at my porch and touched my lips, the lips that just had the best
kiss, the first kiss, but probably the best kiss in their life.

I just stood there, in front of my house, dreading walking in; knowing that
when I walk in, the excitement would end, because I'd have to face "them".

"So, where were you at all day?" My drunken step-dad asked me.

"I was, at the library-

"At the library my ass, you fucking queer, you were probably somewhere with
your fucking butt buddy huh?" He asked, as he spit into my face from his
intoxication.

"Whatever" I said as I pushed by him.

"Don't walk away from me" He screamed and reached for my arm.

"Let me go! you fucking drunk" I screamed in his face. He raised his hand
and punched me, right where Erik had touched just moments before.

The stinging from the punch lingered. I touched the part of my face that
Erik did, I cried. I didn't cry because it hurt, I didn't cry because I was
punched, no- I cried from the place on my face that Erik cared so much
about; was now ruined by a fist, and a bruise.

"Stop crying you fucking queer, toughened up, and be a man" He spat at me.

I picked myself up from the floor, and tried walked into my room. I slammed
the door shut, and sat on my bed with a dazed look on my face, as I spoke
to myself.

"Why is it that every time something good happens, it's ruined by my
family?" I asked to myself, looking, searching for an answer...I tried to
chew on that thought when the door swung open.

"Get up!" my step-dad yelled

"NO!" I yelled back

"Get your faggot ass up NOW!" he screamed again. I stood up.  "Take your
pants off" He said again

"What? no" I said in protest.

"You want to be a fag, then take my dick that pleasing your bitch of a mom
every damn night" He said with a smirk.

"No!" I screamed again.

"No? fine then" he said as he traveled closer to me. He grabbed me by the
arms and hit me again as I fell to the floor. He unzipped his pants, that
horrible long lasting screech of something being opened.

He reached into his pants and pulled out his thick, 8 inches, my face lit
up in horror as I protested.

"Please dad, don't...I promise I'll be straight.... Just please" I said
begging, grabbing at his ankles to not do what he was going too.

"Too late for that now" he said as he reached down and pulled me up and
bent me over. He then yanked my pants down.

"Please dad...please" I said once more.

"Please." He then jabbed at my hole, with no lube or anything no warning
and my eyes went black and pain spread across my face as I yelled as loud
as my vocal cords would let me.

He started penetrating me, jabbing his dick in more and more until he was
all inside.

"Nice and tight, unlike your mother" He spit at me. I closed my eyes and
just started to cry.

"Dad, please no...I love you" I could have swore he stopped for a second,
but just as fast as he stopped, he continued to take my virginity...MY
virginity, something that belonged to me...something I was suppose to give,
at the thought of this, I broke down.

"Dad...please" I said. He just ignored me and continued to fuck me. I
looked around the room, it wasn't in detail like it was when I was with
Erik, and it was just a bed, my dad, and me. I couldn't take it.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled as I took my leg and kicked up into his
groin. He pulled out and tried to hit me, but I managed to dodge it.

"I didn't get to finish you fucking faggot!" He yelled. I ran to my cell
phone

"I'm calling 911 if you do not get out NOW!" I screamed at him. He just
looked at me and grinned as he closed my door.

I stood there, in the middle of my room, pants around my ankles, with a
phone in my hand, feeling as small as a shrew. I just broke down...I
dropped to the floor and started to cry.

"I can't stay here," I said while wiping tears out of my eyes, and
gathering things together to leave.

"I have to get out of here," I said talking to myself, giving
encouragement. I took my backpack, that was filled with my journal, some
sonnets, clothes, and my school stuff and climber out my window, on my way
out I realized I had forgot something and climbed back in, but sitting
there was my little brother.

"Jay, did daddy touch you?" He asked

"No Julian, no he didn't," I said with a smile.

"Then why are u bleeding?" He said, pointing to my ass. I just looked down
and grabbed what I wanted, and kissed Julian.

"I love you" I told him.

"Jay, please don't go" He said, as he hugged me.

"I don't want daddy to touch me again," he said with tears in his eyes. I
just looked down at him, dropped what was in my hand and pain turned into
fury.

"Jay, what where you doing with a gun?" Julian asked.


That's chapter 7...yea I know...kinda heavy and hard to read, but it's the
story, and it is true... it didn't happen to me, but people I know. All of
this... the people, names and setting, and situations are true...keep that
in mind when u read this story...thank you

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Jay