Sousuke's P.O.V.

I slowly opened the door to my house and entered quietly, brushing off the snow that got on me. My lips were blue and my fingers were red, everything was. I walked home after all. I tried to get to my room quietly but a voice interrupted.

"Welcome home son of a bitch." The voice sneered. It was my father, not my biological father, but my father. My parent have been married for twenty five years and I'm eighteen. Yeah, I'm the son that was conceived during an affair.

"I'll be in my room." I say quietly, trying to escape, but his fingers wrapped around my wrist and he yanked me back. I winced, a sharp pain shooting up my back.

"Where do you think you're going?" He slurred. He was drunk. And it's not like mom was going to save me, he had probably already beaten her too. But it's not like we can leave. My dad has blond hair and dark brown eyes, his face skinny and covered by a stubble. He was a strong, strong enough to make us afraid to come home.

"L-let me go!" I exclaimed, closing my eyes and trying to escape. But I was thrown onto the hard floor, the floor itself freezing. I already knew what was going to happen, it made me sick, but it was pointless for me to escape. It happened every one in awhile when he's really drunk.

"It's pointless." I heard my jacket unzip and being taken off, revealing my sweater that covered the marks on my arms. He hasn't yet left a scar, but keeps leaving marks that won't fade for awhile. I just want this year to end so I can move out and leave this behind me. "You know that right?"

"Please, stop." I whimper as my shirt is taken off, revealing all the marks he left on me. The bruises from his beatings, cuts created with broken beer  bottles. Proof of my abuse. My pants are pulled down and he flips me onto my stomach, I clench my teeth and shut my eyes tightly, curling my hands into fists.

If it was hard to tell, my father raped me. He raped my mother, he raped me. Neither of us like it. I used to sleep around with girls just to escape, but I'd never take off my shirt. If I did, the scars would be found out. No one wants to date someone who's been raped.

I never let out a sound as he raped me, I just felt with it until he came and told me the same thing.

"Clean up this mess." He grunted as I'm shoved once again on the ground. Wordlessly, I pull up my pants and put my shirt back on and hang up my jacket, getting towels and cleaning up the mess. I throw away the towels and grab my school bag, heading upstairs to my room and dropping off my bag, then going to the study where my mom was sitting shivering still.

"Are you okay?" I question quietly. She shakes her head and I walk over, sitting down and hugging her. She pushes me away after a few second.

"If he catches you, he'll do unimaginable things again." My mother whispers.

"He caught me when I walked in." I inform. My mother cups my face and gives me a sad smile.

"I-I'm so sorry." She whispered, her voice breaking.

"It's not your fault." Even though my mom had an affair, it still wasn't right of my dad to abuse his wife, or me. The condition my mom was in was terrible. Her skirt and and top were ripped almost everywhere and huge bruises were on her arms and stomach.

"I'll be fine for now, so go get your homework done." My mom pushed me away and I know she really wants me to take refuge in my room. It's the only bedroom in the house with a lock on it. Mom made sure of it, but she puts herself in a vulnerable state, making me feel guilty. Though, it's not like it's my fault I was born.

I open the door to my room and then lock it behind me. My room was so.........plain. There was hardly any signs of life. Everything neat and tidy, new bedsheets everyday... Sometimes he'll rape me in my own room, it's messed up. Extremely messed up. And he's been doing this since he found out. And that was when I was twelve! I take off my shirt and kick off my shoes before grabbing my night clothes and heading to the bathroom. I had to get this shit out.

"If I have children of my own in the future, I plan on making sure nothing like this ever happens to them...." I slumped a bit as I close my bathroom door. "I guess that will never happen though. I don't even think adopting a child is something available to me anymore. I fun on the shower and let it sit for a minute so until it's hot before I get in. The burning water almost makes me scream as it hits my back. I don't wash my body first, no, I get this funk out first. I reach down towards my ass where the liquid is oozing from and scrape out as much as I can until I'm satisfied, then I wash every inch of my body before getting to my hair. The thing that got my mom found out. Well, kinda.

My parents were trying to have a baby around the time I was twelve and they couldn't, finding out that my dad was sterile. He then questioned why I existed then and had me tested, and he found out that I wasn't his. I mean, unlike my blond haired parents, I had black hair, and the only thing that was the same as my mom was our eyes. Violet. Eyes that gave away our emotions if people looked hard enough. But they never did.

I felt something drop down my cheeks as I washed my hair, something hot and salty, and it definitely wasn't the shower water. I guess I'm crying...

The next day......

My dad didn't rape me all the time, but when he did, the next day, I would be completely out of it. Even though it's Friday and I'm down, no one even bothered to notice. But, it seems like Mr. Shimi noticed. When class was dismissed, I stayed behind like last time, people already knowing I'm getting study help. When everyone was out of the classroom and the door shut, he asked.

"Are you alright?" Ritsu questions. I sigh.

"I-I'm fine. Nothing I'm not used to." He didn't believe me.

"Your eyes tell a different story. What's wrong?" How was he able to read me?

"Nothing to concern yourself with, can we start studying, the better I do in this class, the more colleges I can pick from." He sighed and we started studying. I didn't want to be so harsh, I really loved him. He was just too kind, it's just, with my twisted life and personally, nothing good can come from a relationship. Hours passed and we finally stopped studying. I knew a bit more know. My phone kept buzzing and I decided to check it.

From: Mom
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Don't come home for awhile, he's drunk again.

She sent me updates and told me he's still drinking, my knees buckled and I was white as a sheet, I can't go home.

"Sousuke?" It startled me so much, I accidentally slapped his hand that was touching my shoulder.

"I'm sorry! It's just, I'm in a pickle, I can't go home." I inform, my back against the wall.

"Why not?" Ristu questions.

"I can't say. But I seriously can't go home." I guess I looked really troubled because he sighed and put on his jacket.

"Fine, you can stay at my place tonight. Just don't go and tell people about it. It would be a pain if something were to happen to you." He informed.

"I don't want to cause trou-"

"Save it. Just tell me what's bugging you there, if it's something you don't want spread around, I won't tell anyone. Be happy I was a teenager not too long ago." Ritsu smiles. "And outside of school, you're allowed to call me Ritsu." We headed out after I grabbed my bag, saying goodbye to some of the remaining students and teachers.

His car was a bit small, I mean, kinda. I'm 6'2 so it might just be that I'm gigantic. The car smelt slightly of coffee and McDonald's. I see how his daily routine must be like. The seats were leather and quite cold since it's winter. Well, technically it's still fall, but we could get snow in May here. Michigan is hazardous.

After a five minute drive, we arrived at a moderate sized house that was slightly smaller than mine. It looked slightly isolated considering all the houses around were empty. (Each house had a for sale sign.)

"Take off your shoes and jacket then sit down. I want to hear why you've been acting strangely." I did as instructed. I took my shoes off at the doorway and hung up my jacket, walking inside and sitting across from him.

"I don't really know where to start, but I guess I'll start with the easiest part." He nods and I take a deep breath. "My parents have been married for twenty five years now. And when I was twelve, my dad found out he was sterile."

"Wait, how could you be born if he was ster- oh..." Ritsu caught on.

"My mom had an affair which made it possible for me to be born. We were a happy family until my dad found out he was sterile. He had me tested and found out I wasn't his son and well, I think the rest is easier if I show you." I grab the back of my shirt and pull it off, my upper body now visible, with each mark and bruise. I didn't want to look at his face. It would probably be pity. But, I was startled when a cold hand touched me. I looked at him and he was sadly looking at the marks. I didn't see a trace of pity, just sorrow.

"I did wonder why you always wore long sleeved shirts." Ristu sighed. I pushed away his hands and clutched my body.

"It's not the worst of it." I admit.

"Sousuke? What else does he do?" Ritsu questions.

"I can't say it!" I bury my face in my hands. How could I admit that my father raped us?

"I'm not going to judge. So please, what else has he done?" He touched my shoulder gently and I took yet another large breath.

"My father, to both me and my mother, has repeatedly......." I swallowed dryly "repeatedly raped us." Now that I got it out my shoulders feel lighter, but how will Ritsu react?

"How long?" His voice was quiet at first.

"Huh?" I raised a brow.

"How long has this been going on?" He asks with a fierce face.

"Six years. He started as soon as he found out. Beating and raping my mother right in front of me, and then just raping me to make my mother feel guilty. Whoever he's drunk, he raped us, every other time he just beats us." I admit with my head lowered.

"How can anyone do that to a twelve year old? That's sick! Disgusting! He tainted you!" Why was he so emotional over this. We didn't know each other well. I did love him though.

"Ritsu?" I question softly.

"I'm sorry I'm so angry. It's just that, ever since I met you, I felt this strong urge to protect you, even going as far as getting a teaching degree in your worst subject. And now hearing this..." We knew each other before?

"Have we met before this year?" I question.

"You were in kindergarten and my class went to help yours. In first grade I learned you were terrible at history and vowed to become good at it so I could teach you." My heart skipped a beat.

"I'm sorry I don't really remember." I mumble.

"Don't worry. Do you want something to eat?" I nod and he walks to the kitchen. I pull out my phone and tell mom I'm not going home tonight. She quickly replied telling me she's happy about that. I wish she could leave him. But it's impossible. He scared her so much that she's afraid to divorce.

"You can shower if you want, I'll lend you some clothes." Ritsu called from the kitchen.

"I'll wait until after dinner."