(AN) RIght hey guys! Well remember when i said i was going to write  another part for le bootyful kat and hunter? yeah well i'm finally doing it >.< This isn't a one shot, i think it'll have maybe 10 or so chapters. i know i'm getting carried away, but i can't seem to stop writing about the beautiful hunter<3 also, another reason i'm writing this is to introduce characters to my new story - Chelsea Smile. Well it's not a new story, i wrote it a while ago. But the main characters are included in this story>.<

AND! I'm also going to write a story about my friend who Hunter is based on. It's going to be about his life with his Dad, how i came into it, how we had a mini relationship, but i'm going to change a few bits. like exaggerate some boring bits, make the really upsetting bits not as bad. i just thought that it'd be a good idea seeing as loads of people are asking>.< and i dunno if i've told you this, but my friend that hunter's based on, guess his name?

Gabriel.

Oh and keep in mind, Hunter never went to school till he was 14. He could barely talk when up until then, so he's obviously going to speak like a little kid. OH AND, I can't remember John's Dad's name, so ima call him Mike. Ok, bootyful boys and girls?

Anywhores my lovelies, here you go<3

***

No. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. He wasn't here, he wasn't here. I just had to look away, close my eyes and look away. And then after a few seconds, look back. He would be gone. He would finally be gone.

"John, look at me son."

"I'm not your fucking son!" I spat and my head snapped up as I glared at my Father. Wait, no. He wasn't my Father. He was nothing close to what a Father would be like. He hurt me, he made me hurt my wife and my son. He made me hurt little Gabe when he was just a baby. My poor Gabe.

"John, please-"

"No!" I screamed and pushed him away from me. "You..you bastard! You fucking bastard! You hurt me! You hurt me you fucking fucking bastard!"

"John, you have to listen to me!"

"Listen?" I scoffed. Laughing hard, I struggled to recomompose myself. "What about you, Dad? Did you fucking listen to me?! Did you listen to me Dad?! When you raped and abused me?! Did you listen to me, huh?!"

"John I'm sorry," he said quietly. Moving towards me, he reached out for my shoulder.

"Get the fuck away from me," I hissed. "And you're sorry? That's ironic. Because I was sorry. Everytime you took me into your room, everytime you said I'd been bad, everytime you hurt me, I told you how sorry I was. I swore that I'd be good, that I'd never do anything wrong ever again. I was sorry. But did you stop? NO! You still fucking raped me! And now-"

"And now what?"

"Now I hate you more than ever," I glared. "You know why?"

"Because I ruined your life?"

"No! Because you made me hurt my son!"

His whole face paled. His fists unclenched and his eyes, I swear they almost watered a bit. He looked at me in disbelief. He looked at me with a face I'd never seen before. It wasn't anger, it wasn't scary. It was just..shock.

"You have..you have a son?" He choked.

"Yeah," I sighed. "That's why I haven't spoken to you in years. I thought that if I kept away..I wouldn't feel the urge to be like you. But even that didn't work,"

"How old is he?"

"13,"

"What's his name?"

"Gabriel," I decided not to tell him I changed the name.

"Can I..can I see him?"

"No," I hissed. "No fucking way, Mike! You made me hurt him! Do you know what I do to him? Everything you fucking did to me! I let other men hurt him! They hurt him and give me money for it! And then I use that money to supply myself with the drugs, that make me forget about the man that ruined my life. You,"

"John let me see him," he growled. "Let me see him right now,"

"No,"

"John let me see my freaking grandson!"

"No!" I screamed and pushed him away. "You gonna hit me? You gonna hit me, Mike?!"

"Please.." he whispered. "Let me see him,"

"No!"

"Let me see him and you'll never hear from me again! I promise I'll leave you alone! I'll never come back! I'll never try to get in contact! Please! For 5 minutes, John. 5 minutes!"

"Fine," I took in a deep breath and brushed the hair from my eyes. My green eyes. My Dad's fucking eyes.

Gesturing Dad to follow, I walked around out of the kitchen and towards the hallway. I'd put Gabe in the basement last night after i finished with him. He didn't even struggle last night or cry. He just took it, didn't breathe a word. I didn't blame him. He knew if he cried I'd hurt him harder.

Opening the basement door, I walked down the small flight of stairs. I felt hesitant with Mike behind me. I felt like he'd hurt me like I was a teenager again. I didn't want that. I didn't want that yet I fucking did it to my own teenage son.

I was a mess. A fucking, fucking mess. A fucking-

"Oh my God,"

 I watched Mike as his eyes traced over to Gabe. He was lying on the floor. Eyes closed, wrists bound, tape stuck over his mouth. His black hair was shaggy, but I never let it get too long. When I hurt him, I needed to feel like my Dad. And I needed to make him feel like I did. I made him look like me. I usually put my old shirts on him. But right now he was just in a pair of black boxers. They were a bit too big, but he was too skinny. He didn't eat. Even when Lydia gave him food. He just cried. He drunk though, I think he picked up what alcahol was. He knew it made him feel better. If he got away from me like I did with my Dad, he'd be a fucking alcaholic.

"John..John what have you done? What have you done to this..this poor fucking kid? Oh my God," he dropped down to his knees at Gabriel. Taking the boy into his arms, he tapped his face.

"Gabriel, Gabriel wake up."

"Get off him," I hissed. "Get off my fucking son,"

"You're abusing him! You're fucking abusing him!"

"I already told you Mike," I rolled my eyes. "Everything you did to me-"

"You're doing to him," he finished. "Oh my God, John. You're..you're raping him?"

"Like you raped me,"

"John you don't understand! I was-"

"Abused my your Dad, who was abused by his Dad, who was abused by his Dad, yeah I fucking know the story. Now get out of my house,"

"No," he whispered and hugged Gabriel to his chest. "I can't let you do this John. I can't. The abuse, it all has to stop. You'll abuse him, he'll abuse his kids, who'll abuse their kids, it'll go on forever John. You need to end it,"

"Didn't you think about ending it with me?" I demanded. "No. Now get the fuck outta my house before you wake him up,"

"Gabriel," he murmured.

"Mike, stop."

"Gabriel, wake up?"

"Mike, get the fuck away from him."

"Gabriel? Gabriel please wake up?!"

"Get the fuck away from my son!"

His eyes opened. His green, terrified eyes opened and he stared at the man holding him. It took him a few seconds to whimper, and then a few more to struggle. He was shaking, probably because he had an idea of what was going to happen. Whenever men were in the house, holding him, he knew what was going to happen.

He whimpered again.

"Stop," I ordered and he became quiet.

Knealing down, I pulled Gabe into my arms. Ripping the tape from his mouth, I stared into his eyes. My son was beautiful. He really fucking was. He had some sort of a boyish charm. He had a young face and always would. He looked innocent.

"Leave," I growled to Mike who was still kneeling an inch away from us. His mouth was hanging open, eyes watering. "Leave or I'll fucking shoot the fuck outta you!" Pulling the shot gun from my pocket, I aimed it straight at him and he jumped up.

"I'm leaving, ok?" He whispered as he began to back away. "I'm leaving. Just..you need to end it John. End it,"

***

End It.

Those words stayed with me for the rest of the day. It tormented me so much I didn't breathe a word. I didn't even strike out at Gabriel. I just put him upstairs in his room. It was just a bare room, no bed, no nothing. Nothing but a closet. He hid there sometimes. When he heard me come in at night, he hid there. Sometimes he was in the corner of the room, just hiding his face into his knees. But sometimes it was the closet.

"Why are you being such a dick?"

"Fuck off," I mumbled to Lydia as she sat down next to me on the couch. I grabbed the beer from her hands and flipped the can open. Taking a sip, I closed my eyes. "How's Hunter?"

I always adressed him as Hunter in person. In my head though, I called him Gabe.

"His name's Gabriel," Lydia sighed. "And how the fuck do you think he is? He's fucking dandy John,"

"Don't talk to me like that!" I hissed and shoved her away from me. She fell to the other side of the couch and sat up, brushing the greasy hair from her eyes.

"Who was round earlier?"

"What?" I groaned.

"Who was round? Another fuck buddy to go rape your son? How much did you get off them this time, huh? 300? 400?"

"Nobody's fucking touched him today," I hissed.

"Then who was round?!"

"Nobody!"

"John," she glared. "Fucking tell me right now,"

"Don't tell me what to do you fucking bitch!"

"Oh my God," she laughed. "How did I ever love you? Do you realize how much you've changed? You're a fucking ass John! You deserve to die,"

"FUCK OFF!" I screamed and punched her in the face. Watching her fly backwards, I grabbed her arm before she could hit the ground and then I pulled out the gun. "Fuck off and shut the fuck up before I shove this in your mouth and make you swallow the fucking bullets. You understand me?"

"Go ahead," she spat out blood. "Kill me. What do I have to live for anyway? What does Gabriel have to live for? What do you have to live for? You may as well just end it now John. End it now so we're all fucking happy,"

"You know what," I sighed and cocked the gun. "I think I fucking will,"

***

"Hunter where the fuck are you?!"

Yanking the closet door open, I stared at Gabriel. He had his knees up to his chest, his head hiding into them. He was crying, had his hands over his ears. He was shaking, he was terrified. And I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him right out.

"Gabriel don't be scared," Lydia whispered as I pulled out the gun. Pressing it to the back of his head, I took in a deep breath. "Don't say anything Gabe, it's gonna be ok."

"SHut the fuck up!" I growled and pulled the trigger.

It didn't hit Gabriel. It hit Lydia. A bloody hole formed in her head and she flew backwards. Without a single movement, she dropped down. Her eyes were open and blood splattered all over her face.

I didn't even regret it.

I wished I'd done it a hell of a lot earlier.

"See Hunter?" I sighed. "That's what happens when I get pissed off. And you know who fucking pissed me off today? My fucking Dad. My mother fucking, ugly ass Dad. But he told me to do something and you know what? I actually think he's fucking right for once. For once, I think he's fucking right,"

"Daddy," Gabe whimpered and clutched onto my shirt. Even though he was terrified of me, I was the only thing he knew. He held onto me like I was life. Clung to me every chance he got.

I cocked the gun and he whimpered again. "Daddy,"

"No I'm doing a good thing," I said and spun him around. Knealing, I pulled him onto my lap and brushed the hair from his eyes. "I'm ending it, Hunter. I'm ending it,"

"Daddy,"

He gripped my shirt with his fingers and pulled on it. That's how fucking scared he was. He was so fucking scared, so desperate for comfort that he turned to the man who did all the hurting in the first place.

"I'm doing a good thing Gabriel," I promised; adressing him by his real name for the first time in years. "I promise you, you'll be happy."

***

"FREEZE! PUT THE GUN DOWN! PUT THE GUN DOWN AND GET YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"

"Fuck!" I screamed as Police barged through into the bedroom. Noticing my wife's dead body, one called for backup as 3 others pointed a gun at me.

Gabriel just whimpered and hid to my chest.

"JOHN STORM, PUT THE GUN DOWN!"

"NO!" I hissed. "I'M FUCKING ENDING THIS! I'M ENDING IT SO WE CAN ALL BE HAPPY!"

"PUT THE GUN DOWN OR WE'LL SHOOT!"

They couldn't do this. They couldn't fucking do this! I needed this to happen! Me, Lydia and Gabriel all needed to be happy! This was too fucking complicated. If I hadn't had a kid in the first place, I wouldn't be in this mess. Me and Lydia were fucking happy. I only got angry because he came.

If I killed Gabe, he'd still ruin everything in heaven or hell or wherever the fuck we go. And I wasn't gonna let that happen.

"You know what?!" I growled and grabbed Gabriel by the hair. Forcing his head up to my face, I whispered into his ear. "You're not fucking worth it,"

Whipping the gun round point at my chest, I pulled the trigger, let go of Gabriel and dropped down to the floor. Hoping that when my eyes next opened...well, hoping they wouldn't.

***

(AN) ohhhhhhwow bitches! well that was, erm, certainly, weird? ahahaha, i dunno. it's not all in john's pov, just the first bit^.^ so yeah, around 10 or so chapters. i'll try make them fairly long. was gonna make it a one shot but that would take fucking ages and you know me, i'm a lazy fuck who likes sleeping.

anywhore, hope you enjoyed>.< le picture is of John Storm. And vampire diary fan girls, don't bitch at me and go "YO, DAMON IS TOO HOT TO BE SUCH A MEANIE" because come on? hunter had to get his greek god looks from somewhere, ayeaye? kapeesh? comprende?

alrighty, well let's go to bed!

<3