Stuff in Italics are flashbacks ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- QAK 21 Emmett I sit there looking at him, not knowing what to say. He remembers me killing Craig. “Justin, I had to.” I try to tell him. “You killed my father, Em. Why?” He looks at me “Justin, calm down. It will all come back to you.” Brian tries to tell him. “Don’t tell me to calm down.” He is crying now. “Justin, Em loves you, he wouldn’t do something that he didn’t think would hurt you.” Brian is actually trying to take my side. “He’s right Justin. I wouldn’t have done it if, hell Justin, please you have to remember why I did it. I did it for you.” I am now crying. “How can killing my father be for me?” He asks as he sits down, trying to catch his breath. “Here drink this.” Brian hands him a bottle of water. “Thanks.” He whispers. Justin I look up to Emmett who looks really hurt. I want to believe him. I want to remember why he would because everything. Everything that I know about Emmett, he wouldn’t do something like that. I close my eyes and try to think. Then it hits me once more. Opening the door I find Craig standing there, right before I feel his fist hit my face. I hit the floor and as I get up I feel his foot hit my stomach. “You fucking fag, I will teach you to fucking piss me off. I will show you discipline that you have so forgotten.” He repeats to kick me and I try to get up, but he grabs my hair and pulls me up. He punches me again in my face. “Dad, please don’t.” I begin to beg as I have so many times before. “Shut the fuck up. You knew this was going to happen. You ran here to Emmett and then shack up with another fag, twice your fucking age.” He grabs my chin and turns it up to him. “I love him.” “Bullshit Justin. You don’t love him and he fucking doesn’t love you. He uses your tight ass for his own pleasures. That’s all you have ever been good for. To let men or women use you as a sex slut.” I can feel the blood running down my face again as he continues to talk and rage, hitting me every few sentences. “You really believe someone could love you Justin? You are nothing but a fucking whore. A slut. Someone who killed his sister.” “I didn’t,” I started to say but felt him hit me again, but this time it was with the belt he picked up, one of Emmett’s. “I didn’t tell you to fucking talk Justin.” I have to stop this. But he starts to ramble on again. “You killed your sister and your mother. You mother was going to tell all about the abuse so I knocked her out and put her in the car and turned the car on. She was dead before she knew it. But the fucking bitch had a letter in her purse.” “I didn’t kill Molly. You did by raping her. And mom, oh god, I knew you did it.” He smiles at me before walking around me. I am not going to let him win this time. I have to fight back. He grabs my arm and I turn and swing at him, making contact with his lip. He puts his hand to his lip and feels blood and smiles at me. “You are going to pay for that Justin.” He grabs me again as I am reaching for something to hit him with. He puts his arm around my neck and squeezes it. “Drop it son, don’t fucking be stupid.” I think about it and don’t drop it but swing the fire poker at him and he hits me in the back of the knees before I had it over my head, making me fall to the floor. He grabs it from me and hits my leg with it and I scream in pain. I can feel him over me breathing on my neck. “You are fucking going to pay for that you little fag.” He sneers as he is pulling at my pants. I try once again to move away but he punches me in the face once again and for a moment, the room is spinning. I am being spun around and feel my father rip my pants down. “Dad, don’t please.” I begin to beg. “I love hearing you beg.” He laughs out and he grabs my hair so I can’t get away again. “You are such a hot little piece of ass. That’s why I used it for my benefit.” I feel his finger dive into my hole and I scream out in pain. He covers my mouth with the other hand and pulls out and shoves four fingers in me at once. Stretching me out. He reaches down and strokes my cock. “Get fucking hard Justin.” And I can’t do it. I won’t do it. He pulls his fingers out and slams them into me, as hard as he can. Pulling them out and then feeling in one swift motion I feel his dick in me. With no lube, or a condom. “STOOOOOP” I scream and he slaps my ass laughing. “I love hearing you begging and pleading.” As he pulls out and slams into me, pretty soon he has his rhythm going and pounding into me. I cling to the couch cushion as he pulls my body up farther to him, pushing my head into the cushion on the couch. I can feel my insides being ripped and I hear my father, moaning as he plunges into my ass. I can feel myself dying inside again. I feel the tears are mixed with his own blood. He pushes me to the floor where my head lands on the picture of my mom and sister. I can see the blood and tears form a pool and runs with the color of the picture and their faces turn in a red haze. “He will never fucking love you. You little cunt. You will never be loved. You don’t deserve it you little shit. You are nothing but a whore.” Oh my god, I can’t breathe. It was my father as I go to stand up. I feel myself fall back onto the couch. Brian “Justin, what is it?” I look at him and then to Emmett. “It was my father. He raped me. He beat me. He did it all. Oh God I can’t breathe.” Justin leans over. I rub his back as Emmett is beside him once more. “Justin.” Justin looks up. “What he did was wrong, and what he did is why I did what I did. I couldn’t let him hurt you anymore.” Crying Justin leans into Emmett before closing his eyes. “I killed Molly.” He whispers into Emmett’s shoulder. “I killed my sister.”