Chapter One

Kayden's POV

4 Years ago

I was in my bedroom with my best friend Rodney. We have a ton of homework to do and I was dragging it out so that he would still be here when my dad came home. My dad always leaves me alone when Rodney was here, so I was kinda taking advantage of that. Rodney doesn't know what goes on in this house and I have absolutely no intention of him ever finding out.

I was sitting on my bed and Rodney was at my desk, looking for information on my laptop for his one assignment, but when I looked up, he was staring straight at me. Now here's the thing with Rodney; he thinks he is in love with me. What he feels for me isn't real, but he refuses to see the truth. It also doesn't help that I don't feel anything for him besides brotherly love and friendship. This has made for some awkward encounters but I can't give him up. He is all I have left.

Mum died of cancer when I was six years old, so I don't remember much about her, apart from her smile and how loved she always made me feel. Dad was different back then too. He was loving and kind and my idol. Then mum died. Her illness took a toll on dad emotionally and by the time she passed, he was drinking almost every day. After her funeral things took a nightmare turn. Dad started drinking even more and would forget to feed me most days, but I kept quiet, because I knew he was battling to cope without mum. This carried on till my seventh birthday. Dad completely forgot about it and when I tried to remind him, he became enraged and punched me.

That was the first time he had ever lifted his hands to me, but it would most certainly not be the last. The beatings became more brutal over time, and I had to become a master at hiding them with make-up or long sleeves. Then I turned sixteen. That night will haunt me for the rest of my life, as it was the first time he raped me.

I mentally shy away from that memory and with a sigh, I go back to doing my homework. Just as I was about to ask Rodney if he wanted something to drink, I hear the front door open and close downstairs. My heart starts beating really fast and I almost start hyperventilating, when I remember that I have my best friend here with me. Rodney will protect me from dad if he does try something. At 6'3, Rodney is a powerhouse. Even bigger than dad, who is 6'1. I'm tiny compared to them, having inherited my mom's small stature at 5'5.

I quickly look up at my friend, only to find him staring at me once again, but this time he has a look in his eye that I can't place and that makes me feel very uncomfortable for some reason so I look back down at my work spread out on the bed.

I don't say anything, just pretend to go back to work, till I hear my dad's footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hall towards my room. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he wanted. I honestly can't relax when he is around. I look towards the door as I hear it start opening and I try to plaster a fake smile on my face as greeting.

He pops his head around the door and looks over at Rodney, then at me, a smile seems to grow on his face. "Hi boys, how was school today?" He asks us, still smiling.

"Great Mr Williams. We had a pop quiz in Maths, but Kayden and I both passed with high marks." Rodney says, greeting my dad back and giving him a warm smile. I didn't say anything till dad arched his eyebrow at me.

"It was fine, thanks for asking. Dinner is in the oven and I'm just about done with my homework. What about you Rodney, are you almost done?" I ask Rodney, to take the spotlight off me.

"I'm also just about done." He says, giving me a huge smile, but it doesn't comfort me like it usually would. There is something off in that smile.

"Great, so we can eat, because I am starving." My dad says and turns away to go downstairs. Rodney and I get up to follow him downstairs. I just reached the door, when my dad suddenly moves in front of me, blocking the way, so I try to back up into my room again, but get blocked by another body. I look back and up into Rodney's face, only to be met with a sickening smirk on his lips.

By this time my heart feels like it's gonna pop right through my chest with how fast it was beating. I look back to my dad and he has the same look on his face as Rodney. "I changed my mind, I'm only hungry for one thing right now. " My dad says, his eyes darkening with a lustful look as he takes a step closer to me. I start to feel the panic rise within me , so I turn to Rodney and cling to his arm. Rodney will save me, he won't allow anyone to hurt me.

And right there is where I made the biggest mistake of my life. You see, Rodney was the last person I should have trusted. He looked down at me as I looked up at him and he grinned, like it was the happiest day of his life. "Rodney, what do you say to a Kayden sandwich for dinner?" My dad asked my friend.

My eyes started tearing up when realization hit me like a ton of bricks and my knees buckled. I would have fallen to the floor if it wasn't for Rodney's arms snaking around my waist and holding my body against his in a vice-like grip. "That sounds like an excellent idea Mr Williams. How about you get everything ready while I make sure Kayden doesn't go anywhere." He tells my dad while still looking down at me.

My dad grins and nods before turning and leaving the room. Rodney drags my unwilling body back towards my bed. " Let's make some space on the bed for our fun." He says, sweeping my books to the floor, before shoving me down on it. I tried to scramble to the other side of my bed but Rodney grabs my leg and pulls me back towards him and lays on top of me so I can't get away.

"Why are you doing this? You're supposed to be my friend and I trusted you. How could you do this to me?" I shout at him, still trying to wriggle free of him. He looks down at me and smirks at my attempt to get away.

" You see Kayden, I came here one night to see you and as I got to the door, I heard a muffled noise, so I peeked through the dining room window, and can you guess what I saw? I saw you bent over the table, with your dad behind you, fucking you. At first I was mad, because you are supposed to be mine, but then I actually looked at your dad's face. He was getting so much pleasure from your gorgeous body and I just couldn't deny him that. So I waited for you to go upstairs when he was done and I knocked on the window." While Rodney is telling me the story, he is grinding his lower body against mine. My skin is crawling with disgust, but he just seems to get more excited when I struggle against him, so I stop and just lie there under him and close my eyes, the tears still pouring down my face as I silently cry.

"When he opened the door for me and I confronted him with what I saw, he tried to deny it, but I quickly told him that I don't want to report him. In fact, I wanted a taste of your delicious body for myself. So we had a nice long chat and started planning for tonight." He finishes his story by grinding hard into my flaccid penis, hurting me and causing me to open my eyes wide. Only to see the look of pure evil intent in his eyes.

My breathing sped up even more at he sound of my father entering the room again. I looked over at him and in his hands he had a gag with a leather strap. I knew exactly how it looked without having to see the entire thing as he has used it on me before. Instead of a ball for my mouth it was a device that would keep my mouth wide open so he can forcefully shove his dick down my throat.

I started struggling even more when he stepped closer, trying to get away from them, but Rodney held me firmly in place. Next thing I know, my father rips my shirt open and my pants and underwear down and off my legs, while Rodney had me pinned. I was screaming and sobbing full force by this time, hoping our neighbors would hear and call for help. By this point I don't give a fuck if my dad gets locked up, I've had enough. I carried on screaming and every time Rodney tried to cover my mouth to shut me up, I bit him, causing him to let me go. Rodney got fed up so he punched me so hard in the face that I blanked out for a few minutes.

By the time I came to again, I was choking on the dick being shoved into my mouth through the gag opening, causing me to be unable to scream again. And trust me, I wanted to scream at that exact point in time, because just as I was figuring out that it was my dad's dick in my mouth, I felt a searing pain shoot through my ass as Rodney shoved his dick in without any preparation whatsoever. He also didn't stop and wait for my body to adjust, he just started thrusting in and out of me, now using my blood as lube. I could feel it pouring out of me and I knew it was bad. I started trying to buck them off of me but my dad started hitting me all over, while still fucking my face and causing me to choke.

I don't know how long the abuse and rape continued but I was fading fast. I was pretty sure that some of my ribs were broken and I was covered in blood, both from my anus as well as the cuts formed by the ring my dad still wore on his left hand. My dad pulled out my mouth and swapped with Rodney. I got a blood covered dick stuck in my mouth, making me want to throw up, but Rodney seemed to really enjoy my gagging.

By this time, I was battling to breathe. I was exhausted, and I was in so much pain from my injuries, that I was praying to God to please let me die. This is no way to live and I sure as fuck didn't deserve this.

I could feel my body shutting down and my consciousness was fading fast. Just as I was fading out for the last time, I heard a loud bang on the front door. "Police, open up!" Thank fuck, looks like the cops are here, was my very last thought as I slipped into unconsciousness.