He lay on his bed, just staring at the ceiling not really paying attention to his surroundings until he heard the door slam shut. He got up and put his CD player down on his bed beside him. His stepfather had just came home and he wasn’t in a very good mood. He came into the den and started yelling at his mother.

“Why is this house such a mess! Everyday when I come home it’s like his. When I leave in the morning it’s clean so I don’t see how you can make it such a mess in such a little time from you come home from work and school!” he yelled picking up some dirty clothes and throwing them at Dominic. “Why are your clothes lying around? Clean up your fucking mess!”

“They’re not mine, they’re Cain’s,” he said trying to stay calm.

“I don’t care who’s they are, they’re still a mess and you have to clean them up!”

“Dear, don’t yell at him they’re not his,” his mother said in a quiet voice be hind his father.

“Shut up!” he yelled hitting her into the wall and knocking her out cold.

“Mother!” Dominic yelled running over to his mother.

“Don’t go near her.”

“Why?! She’s my mother and she’s hurt!”

“I said stay away from her. She’s mine and I’ll do what ever I want to her!”

“You fucking bastard!” Dominic yelled lunging at his stepfather.

He tackled his stepfather to the ground and had his hands around his neck squeezing as hard as he could. His stepfather managed to hit him in the gut and he gasped loosening his grip on his step fathers neck, giving him time to get away. Dominic was trying to keep his guard up but it was proving difficult because of the pain in his stomach. His stepfather took this opportunity to strike Dominic again. He hit him in the head, which knocked Dominic to the ground. He picked Dominic up off the ground and dragged him to his room.

There wasn’t much in his room, since he didn’t spend a lot of his time in there. In the corner of the room is his bed and beside it there is a small desk. Along the wall opposite his bed there was a bathroom door and the door into to hallway. In between the two doors was a dresser. There was a small closet along the wall facing his bed.

His stepfather dragged him to his bed and sat on top of him, pinning him down.

“Obviously you haven’t learned your place in this family yet, I’ll have to teach you another lesson. Don’t look at me like that, the lessons are fun and you know it. Well at least I have fun, I’m not sure about you though but I could care less.”

Dominic knew what was going to happen, it always ended up like this. When ever Dakota would come home from work drunk or frustrated he would get angry at nothing and start hallucinating things that he could get mad at us for. He would get into an argument with my mother and I would try and stop him from hurting her and I would get pushed out of the way and be punished later. My mother getting hurt more because of me.

He was snapped back to reality by a hard slap to the face. He didn’t flinch when it hit his already bruised cheek.

“Stop squirmin’ around!” Dakota yelled

Dominic didn’t stop because he was determined not to let this happen to him again. Dakota punched him hard in the gut and he stopped thrashing around momentarily to reclaim his breath. It was a long enough pause for Dakota to tie Dominic’s hands to the bed. Dominic was now kicking his legs trying to knock Dakota off him. That however earned him another slap. At this point was so angry at his stepfather that he stopped moving completely. He looked up and saw his stepfather grinning.

Dakota ripped Dominic’s pants off, his boxers coming off with them, then undid his own pants. Pulling Dominic off the bed he leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“Glad you see it my way…”

Dominic didn’t hear the rest of the sentence because he was slowing everything in his body down. This was on of the talents he had that he was glad he had. He could put himself into second-hand coma (fainting on command). This little technique he had learned from all the times Dakota has come home drunk and beat, then raped him or when he just felt like being a bastard and beat and rape him for no reason at all. Except that he enjoyed watching Dominic suffer in pain, he liked to hear him scream in agony, liked to see his broken and beat body and he liked it when he took him over and over again, breaking him even further until there was nothing left except an empty shell. The last thing he remembered before fainting was the pain from Dakota inserting himself and he hissed in pain.

Dakota, you fucking bastard…. and fainted and didn’t wake up till much latter that night, 2:00 in the morning to be exact.

He got out of bed and slightly winced in pain. He quickly got over it and went to his closet. He pulled out what little things that were on the floor of his closet and threw them on the ground. He had found that the floor of his closet was loose and there was a space under it that you could store things in. No one else knew about it because if the had he would know about it because he had a fucking arsenal in the bottom of his closet. You would think that if someone found it there would be a big commotion about it.

There was an assortment of weapons he had collected over the years. He had multiple daggers, some with one blade and some with two. Various types of throwing knives and tranquilizer/poison darts, two swords a short sword and a long sword. He had to make the space under the closet bigger because the long sword didn’t fit at first. A few guns and heck load of ammo.

He decided to use his favorite and most valuable weapon. It was his katana. He had gotten it from one of his few friends that understood the situation he was in and didn’t go to the authorities about it. Instead she had given him the sword to protect him self. It wasn’t the most valuable (money wise) out of his collection but it was the best suited for him. It was like it was made for him. It fit perfectly in his hand and was extremely light. It also kept itself deadly sharp no matter how man times he used it. Once he had put everything back like it was before; he left his room and silently made his way through the house.

He was looking for his stepfather and he found him in the den watching TV.

“Dakota” he hissed, venom dripping from his words.

He quietly came up behind the chair and lightly tapped on Dakota’s shoulder. Dakota whipped around and stared at Dominic.

“Oh, so you want more eh?” he whispered.

“Yes…I want much more,” Dominic said in a deep almost growl like voice.

Dakota was taken back by the sound of his voice and stood up to face Dominic fully. Dominic smirked and Dakota saw the raw hatred in his eyes. He tried to run but Dominic was much faster. Before he could even turn around Dominic had plunged the blade deep into the man’s chest, piercing his heart. He died almost instantly, but before he left the land of the living Dominic had a few parting words for him.

“I hope you fucking burn in hell for all eternity, you fucking rapist bastard.”