AN: This is my first fic. Yes, you can tell, I am in love with yaoi/shounen-ai/slash. Hey, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Anyways, this is something I thought up.

WARNING: M/M in future chapters. Incest here.

I wish he would stop. Stop touching me with his vile hands. I’m his own flesh and blood for goodness sakes! Why is he doing this to me?! He should be playing football with me, and asking me about my recent girlfriends. He shouldn’t be touching me like this. It’s wrong. I can’t believe he would do this to his own son. His own flesh. How disgusting.

With the final thrust, he gives release. Release to the same stuff that created me. I could smell the coppery sting of blood. My own blood. He murmurs a, “Good boy, Galileo.” and slides off me. He leaves my room and trudges to his own room. I can still hear his haunting footsteps. It’s been like this since Mom left. It used to be Mom that felt his length roughly ram into her. I feel sympathy for her for having to endure him for this long.

My body hurts all over. I wish I was as brave as she was. I wish I could take my own life. But I can’t because I’m a coward. I should tell someone what he’s been doing to me. But I’m afraid of him. I’m afraid of what he’ll do to me if I do. So, naturally, I keep my trap shut. But it’s not like I have anyone to tell anyways. I’ve got no friends.

I crawled over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The burning sensation of the water soothes my aching back. I watched as my blood washed down the rusty drain. Suddenly, I wish I was one of them, on their journey out of this Hellhole. I step out of the shower, tying a towel around my slim and badly bruised waist. I let out a hiss as it accidently brushes against an already forming bruise. Damn it hurt like a bitch.

I had struggled. I knew I shouldn’t have but I did. I always do and I always will. I wouldn’t go down without a fight. He’d gotten mad and started throwing me around the house before he managed to drag me upstairs to my room. It was like this every night. I guess you could say I’m used to it.

I glanced into the mirror, wary from the struggle. Clouded blue eyes winced slightly as it took in every inch of my battered body. I pushed my brown bangs away from my eyes and grimaced. I forgot about the cut at my temple. I limped slightly to the cabinet on the far corner of the bathroom. I rummaged through the stuff until I found the gauze. I gently wrapped it around my head, tying one end. I proceeded to bandage up my other cuts. I’m almost out of gauze. I gotta get some money so I can buy more gauze. Shit.

I hobbled over to my bed and laid down gently. I let out a small groan as I felt the moist sheets. No way in Hell am I sleeping in these. I grabbed my blanket onto the floor, too tired to change the sheets. I nestled up as comfortably as I could before drifting into a blissful sleep.

I shouldn’t have came today. Especially with my forehead bandaged up. But I knew I couldn’t stay home in fear of what my dad would do. That’s right. He works at home. He doesn’t go to the office. His office is downstairs in the basement. He’s some high ranked manager type person that is respected by all. Except me.

The teachers all stared at me as I sat down in my seat. Go the fuck away, I wanted to yell at them. Instead, I gave her a full glare and she immediately averted her gaze. I hate it when people pry into other’s business. Hate it when they pretend to care. It annoys the shit out of me. People started filing in to the room. Hate them all. So happy and carefree. None of them could understand what I go through.

I turn my head towards the window and start gazing at the sky. It’s usually what I do when I want away with everything. The bell rings and the students take their seats.

The teacher clears her throat. She never does that. Something must be up. She stands in front of the class, holding a fake smile. Yeah, she doesn’t have to worry about getting her paycheck.

“Class, I’d like to introduce you to River Connly. He just moved into town and I want you to give him a warm welcome okay class?” she chirped way to cheerily. Disgusting really... the way she talks to us is like she’s teaching 2 year olds. Geeze. Have some sense lady, we are 16 you know?

I glanced at the new kid then back out the window. I had to do a double take on that one cause River was a looker. Jet black hair with messy bangs and the rest tied back into a pony tail at the back of his neck. A small diamond studded his right ear. Cute. His icy blue eyes could almost pierce through anyone’s soul. All except for mine of course.

He gave the class a forced grin, clearly reluctant on being a student at some noname public school. Who could blame him? His gaze caught mine as we stared at each other. I’ve always had a strong will, staring until the other broke the gaze. But I was a little shook up when I felt my own gaze waver. My will never faltered. The fact that it did fazed me. I broke away, nable to hold the contact any longer and returned to my gazing out the window.

My gazing was interrupted for a second time however, when a smell of spices entered my nostrils. I turned to face the culprit and was once again finding myself lost in the icy blue gaze.

“Hi. Mind if I sit here?” River asked, pointing to a seat next to me. I shook my head, still staring intently at his eyes. He broke the gaze, lifting it to my bandage. He raised an eyebrow and frowned slightly. “Did something happen?” he asked. I was surprised to hear curiosity rather than fake concern laced in his question. He didn’t want to care.

I smiled slightly as I answered, “Yeah, but you don’t wanna know.” River shrugged slightly and returned his attention to the droning teacher. My gaze returned to the window, the smile still tugging at the corners of my mouth. Maybe today won’t be that bad.

AN: What do you think? Good? Review please!