Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2009 16:14:41 -0500
From: Sergei Nikitin <armorforsleepnikitin@gmail.com>
Subject: The Aftermath chapter 1

All disclaimers apply.
This is a story with settings, story
lines, and character building.
Their is sex but later.

This is about a boy named Peyton Blake Baylor. He's 15, 5'8, 130,
black crew cut hair, green eyes. This is written as first person. His
father is A Master Gunnery Sargent Of The Marine Corps. He is 38, 6'7,
260. His name is Henry Baylor but you'll know him as 'Sir.'

   "GOD DAMN BOY CANT YOU GET ONE THING RIGHT?!!?!" Sir asked as his
fist made contact with my belly right before i lost responsiveness.

    I woke up from the bathroom floor just in time to brush my teeth
and head off to school. This morning he told me to shut the windows in
the living room 'cause it was raining but I forgot. Damn it Peyton pay
attention. I headed off to school it the pouring rain. I ran all the
way so I wasn't late to see Hector. See Hector is my boyfriend, but
he'd just as bad as my dad, well he likes to hit me too. I guess
that's why dad likes him. My friends ask me if I can't get enough of
that shit at home, but I've never had a real relationship so if
someone isn't kicking or punching me I freak out from the anticipation
of the next blow.

  "Fina-fuckin-ly, any longer i woulda had ta hurt your dumb ass, come
on lets go to class." Hector said as he grabbed the nap of my neck and
gave me a good morning gut punch. Unfortunately in the same spot as
Sir did this morning.

    I no longer have friends i talk to as Hector made me change my
schedule so he could "keep an eye on me." I don't talk in school or at
home. Hector does it for me. Everything, i eat what he gives me. See
he's 6'3 170 and 16 in my grade with me. A daily plan is like this: I
get up at 5:00 a.m to make sure Sir has enough time to knock me out
and for me to get up and get ready for school. I run barely making it
getting a morning beating from Hector behind the tennis courts. Sit
through class trying not to fuck up so that I can get the day over
with, without  trip to the tennis courts. Get home with Hector, go to
my room:

  "I've been waiting all day bitch fuckin strip lets get this goin I
got shit to do." Thats Hectors nice way of sayin baby i love you lets
fuck.

So we get naked and he does his thing. We dont kiss thats for fags, i
lay face down on the bed so he cant see my ugly ass face he walks up
smacks my ass hard a few times so i remember to be good.

SMACK

"You gonna be a good boy and let me in bitch?"
"Yeeah" I moan.

SMACK

"What?"
"Yeeessaar"
"Thats what i thought i heard."
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
"Good little bitch open up for Heck."

"UN UHH FUNK GOD FU FA UN UHH UH NUH JESUS FA!" I moan as he shoves
all 8 1/2 inches in at once with no lube.

"Did you just take the lord's name in vain bitch?"
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK

He starts off like a rabbit pounding away with no concern for me but
why should he im just here so he can get off anyway. After hes done he
pulls out spits at me and tells me he's leavin and not to be late to
school tomorrow. Yeah cause i control that. I rolled my eyes when i
thought he wasnt lookin. He was.

SMACK, right across my face. It stings and i tear up cause it hurt.

"Dont fuckin roll your eyes at me and DONT fucking cry bitch damn stop
bein sucha pussy."

So he leaves and its about 5:30 so i have about an hour to have dinner
ready for Sir when he walks in. If i dont he'll burn me then beat me
till its done. At 6:30 he walks in to eat then beat me or beat me then
eat it just depends. I go to bed and it starts all over. There is the
occasional  birthday of theirs. Or a Lacrosse game that if I dont
cheer over everyone i dont go to bed that night with out seeing stars.
And thats my life not great but mine and i dont mind it cause i know
nothing else.




Okay so thats Peyton's life so far but it'll change soon. For better
or worse you'll have to see
But he does have a hero you'll meet later.