Heal me (boyxboy)

Prologue.

EDITED.

José was pinned to the bed by his so called step dad Chester, he seemed to wonder why his mom loved this man who had recently been abusing him daily when his mom was not yet back from her workplace.This bothered him greatly, a month had passed since Chester began sexually abusing little José without a care in the world and this made little José empty and sad.

Chester placed irritating kisses on the little boy's shoulder, he kept it up till he forced the boy to his knees in front of his hard cock, forcing the boy's mouth open and driving himself into the poor boy's mouth.

" Hmmm good boy", he groaned out, holding José's dark hair as he rammed back into his mouth causing him to gag as a trail of tears left his eyes.

This kept on happening till chester was done. He would clean himself up, leaving the little boy to care for his bruised mouth. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, making it two months of José suffering.

His mom Emily started noticing José had changed from the cheerful boy who seemed to only stop smiling when he was eating, now he hardly talked, talk more of eating. She wanted to know what had changed her son. The other day she hugged him but he froze, not hugging her back like he used to, she wanted to know what was wrong. Deciding not to tell Chester her plans, she dropped José off at school and while chester was at work, she had a camera installed in her son's room where no one would notice or suspect, then she went to her work place.

When Emily came home, she checked on her son who seemed to have fallen asleep in the corner of his room with his face stained with tears. She picked him up and laid him down on his little bed kissing his forehead, then she looked at the security camera.

Walking towards it, she climbed Josés' little chair, pulling open the side of the camera and bringing out a little CD, walking out of the room, she turned the light off and then placed the CD in her bag and walked into the room she shared with Chester, seeing he was also asleep, she changed into her nighty and left the room. Heading into the kitchen with her laptop and the CD. Placing the laptop on the counter, she turned it on and placed the CD in the slot for the disk before fixing a sandwich for herself. Turning back to the screen of the laptop, she watched to see what had happened to her son while she was away.

Minutes passed as she watched her son seat on his little chair, giving up she was about to close it before something caught her eye; it was Chester entering the room. Raising the screen back up, and about to take another bite of the second sandwich she made, the unexpected happened. Chester pushed José on the bed, and the boy didn't struggle as Chester did his usual to the boy. Emily felt bile rising up to her throat, tears filled her eyes as with a shaking hand she quickly closed the laptop and rushed up the stairs to her room.

Opening it, she walked in and glared at the bastard on the bed, hitting him really hard with a pillow, he jolted awake.

"Hey love, when did you return?" he asked yawning. She shook her head at him, finding it hard to believe he was able to sleep after doing that to her baby. She remembered his tear

stained face.

"You fucking bastard! How could you do that and live happy?!" she shouted, pacing about a spot. Chester arched his brows at her in confusion.

"Why are you using cuss words?" he stood up, walking towards her and hugging her, but what shocked him was how she pushed him back before screaming-

"Don't play dumb with me you ingrate! Why would you rape my son?! Just watch me, I will make sure you rot in hell and jail " she said as more tears rushed from her eyes.

"You can't prove anything" he said walking towards her and pinning her to the wall, hitting her hard on the side of her head with his fist. Falling to the floor, he kicked her ribs making her fold into a ball. He laughed and turned to the bed, giving Emily the chance to pick her iron decorated jewelry box and hit him hard on the back of his head, knocking him out on the floor. She rushed out of the room just as the rain began. She ran to the living room and picked up her phone, dialing 911 before heading to Jose's room.

The rain made loud thumping noises on the roof while it fell as a beautiful Angel laid on his bed sleeping soundly, his dark hair lay flat on the pillow, his little fingers lay hidden under his blanket . Suddenly, his mom rushed into his room, carrying the sleeping boy and hiding him where she knew nobody would find him. A loud scream made the little boy open his eyes, with a little light entering where he was hidden, through the little opening of the door, he watched his mother get beaten by Chester.

He wanted to help his mom, he wanted to help so bad...., but he didn't want to defeat the purpose of his mom hiding him, his eyes followed the way the man pushed his mom to the edge of the bed head board, watching as the huge man began to strangle his mom. Then the thunder struck, making him gasp lightly. His eyes began to water as he held in his loud cry and watched how the man looked around, getting closer to the closet where the boy was hidden. Just as he was about to open it, he heard sirens causing him to run off. The little boy came out slowly from the closet, shaking and crying silently while looking at his mom's body. He crawled far away from body and laid his head on his knees that were drawn to his chest, it was then he felt a hand holding him, he didn't bother to look at the owner as he kept crying.....

Later that night, he found himself being taken to an orphanage. He couldn't care less because all he could remember was the horrible scene. He heard a man talking to the manager of the orphanage about what had happened but no one seemed to understand what he was going through.

"His name is José and the incident occurred tonight, so we would have to leave him under your care ma'am, till he gets a better home" the man dressed in an officer's uniform said calmly to the elderly looking woman.

José didn't seem to care as the woman smiled at him with pity before she nodded to the officer who left when José was showed a room and put on the bed. He couldn't close his eyes as flashes of the death of his mother kept running through his tiny head, then he saw shadows making him cover his face with the blanket of his new bed, listening to the sounds made by the shadows outside his window.

"Hmmm for a six year old, he sure is a strong boy. But even as strong as he is, his brain wouldn't let him be" a female voice said.

"We have to put him to sleep" another voice which belonged to a man said.

Moving to open the door , he entered not listening to the warnings of the female. He swiftly moved towards where the boy laid and sat beside the boy whose body began to shake in fear, but the man rested his hand on the little boy's shaking body and began to sing a strangely calming song as he pet the shaking boy who now became calm and was soon dragged into a dreamless sleep.

Three years had passed since José was brought into the orphanage. Since he began school with the rest of the orphans, he was noticed by the teachers because he hardly talked or ate much. They tried taking care of him but they couldn't. The other kids laughed at him and mocked him because he would freak out whenever he was held or touched, he hardly ate much since the incident, he stayed away from everyone, he never thought of having a friend.