Paging Dr. Way

I hide in my closet, hopeful that my last ditch effort to try and hide from my father would be successful.
It wasn't.
"Where are you Frannnk?.." he slurs, I can already smell the fumes of alcohol emanating off of his soiled clothes.
I try to keep my breath quiet but it's no use, he finds me. He meanders into my room, stumbling over his own two feet until he reaches my hiding spot.
"I can hear you you little fuck..." He whispers and cackles.

He yanks the white closet door open and puts me in a headlock. I try to squirm out of it as I always do but to no avail. He hits me right in the nose, a smirk spreads across his wasted face as the satisfying sound of a crack echos in my small bedroom.
"We've been through this son..." he begins as he slides his hands down into my pants, nearing my crotch. I quiver in fear as my father nears my personal area. "Stop shaking damn it!" He yells and slaps my ass. I yelp out in pain, but his reprimanding doesn't stop my shaking.

He roughly shoves me onto the bed and orders me to take off my pants. I don't oblige immediately, causing my father to become enraged.
"Take them off or I'll take them off for you you little cunt." he demands. I begin to cry as I slip off my ripped jeans; in disbelief that I'm letting him rape me again.
"Stop crying!" He seethes as He takes me forcefully by the waist and ripping down my half removed pants and then my underwear, Leaving me naked and afraid in my own house.

He strips off his clothes until he himself is naked as well.
"Turn over." I glance at him, his eyes are lost an have a glassy haze over the ones I used to be able to trust, a trust that's been broken for almost 10 years now.
I do as told and am then accompanied by a great deal of pain as my father thrusts himself into me.
I let out deep sobs as my father spews out profanities to himself, I hope this will keep him occupied long enough so I don't have to say anything like that to him.
I feel blood start to flow from where my father was thrusting into me, he's probably too drunk to care but I know that it's going to be a predicament to me.
My father deals blows to me back as he thrust faster and faster making me cry harder and harder.
"Stop crying faggot!" he lays a hand down on my bare ass before sliding out and giving himself a few pumps before grabbing my neck and releasing himself into my hair.
He finally lets go of me and walks out of my room before tripping over himself and passing out.
I can't take this anymore.

I dress myself and then I run into my fathers room and grab the gun he always stores, I run downstairs in tears as I begin to carry out my suicide plan I've had in place for months. I run down into the park and to the bridge. I stand up on the ledge and point the gun to my head.
I wait a few moments to see if anyone notices me or tries to stop my plan of action.
Nobody does.
I sigh to myself, my life is a living hell, why not end my misery.
I shakily cup my finger around the trigger...
Never again, never again, they gave us two shots to the back of the head...
and we're all dead now...
*BANG*

Notes

First chapter! Sorry for it being so short! I might edit it to make it longer tomorrow but I will definately try to update asap

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