|Make it Stop
Author: Meisha Nicole PM
He's not a murderer persay... he just wanted the abuse to stop. Is that really such a crime?Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Drama - Words: 635 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-19-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2378672
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A/N: Warnings: non con, sex with a minor, slash, cursing, and some dark humor.
"Let me tell you how this all began."
I said this with a laugh, the policewoman sitting before me only seemed to get more annoyed. Oh well. It wasn't like I could get into more trouble then I already was.
"It was a usual rainy, dreary day. My foster mother was downstairs in the kitchen smoking and drinking while my foster father decided to play some 'games' with me upstairs. Julia, my foster mother, pretended not to hear my screams and cries for help." The bastard had never cared how loud I was. Hell, I think the louder I was the more turned on he got.
"I could scream until my throat was red and raw and no one would come up to help me. Not Julia, my foster siblings, or any of our neighbors." I muttered, almost delighting in the way the policewoman winced and held back the urge to vomit right at the table. "After a few more grunts and groans from the old bastard he was done, pulling out of my injured ass with another low, lusty groan." Ugh. It had happened two days ago but simply talking about it made me queasy and considering the look on Miss policewoman she seemed to be feeling the same as me.
"When did you decide to kill him, Devon? Right after he raped you?" she asked in that typical cold cop voice.
"No." I answered with a sigh. "If you'd let me continue on with the story then maybe you'll find out."
She sneered at me but gestured for me to continue.
"He left me there on the bed; a fucking bloody mess. I was covered in blood and semen so it's obvious I wasn't in the jolliest of moods." I told her. "Julia came upstairs after that and told me to get me ass up and clean that god damn mess. I swore at her and told her to get her pervert husband to clean up the mess. Needless to say I got my face bashed into the wall for that little comment."
"It was during dinner when I guess it finally hit me. He was groping me under the table and everyone was just sitting there, eating and pretending that nothing was going on. No one gave a damn what Dennis did to me and no one was going to stop it. I could pray to god all I wanted but that fucker would just keep raping me."
"So you decided to kill him then?"
"No. I decided to runaway then. I had packed some clothes, food, and money and was ready to go by nighttime." I said, averting my gaze to the glass where some other cops were probably watching me. "I ran into Dennis when I was sneaking out the backdoor. He grabbed me and asked me where the hell I was going. I said "to get the fuck away from you" and when he grabbed me, I snapped. I couldn't get raped again. Not /again/. So when he went to pull down my pants I kneed him in the groin. He grabbed for me again and I fished out a pocket knife I had stashed in my bag and then stabbed him."
"Did you know right away that you stabbed him in the neck?"
"No. I wasn't looking when I stabbed him." I said in a bitter tone. "I just wanted to get him off me and stop him from raping me again."