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Chapter 4

Days and days go by with nearly the same routine. More bullies, more insults. My Dad seems to hit me more and more everyday. Last night, I realized why that was.

My Mom told me he'd been drinking lately. Ever since he had found out that I'm gay. He would hit me more and more, because he drank more and more as the days went by. The alcohol clouded his mind, and he would let out his disappointment and frustration on me.

Every night, I draw fresh new cuts on my arm, and I cry myself to sleep. I wake up each next day, tired, and dreading my daily beating.

I get through school today as usual, and head towards my locker. What would happen today? On the way to my locker, a big muscly bear snatches my arm, and pulls me into the washroom. No one saw because they're all busy piling at my locker, excited to watch the next beating.

"Get down." The strong bear shoves me into the bathroom stall. My head finds a wall and I let out a loud "Oof!" He rips off my clothes in a snap, and pushes me to the ground on all fours.

"Pl-please!" I beg, knowing what'll happen next.

"Shut up, bitch!" He takes his own clothes off, revealing a massive cock. He towers over me from the back, and I scream. He covers my mouth roughly.

"Shut the hell up!" He smacks the back of my head with his other paw. "No one can know about this! Understand?!" He shouts, and lets go of my mouth, but I stay quiet. "UNDERSTAND?" He wraps his massive paws around my neck, applying pressure.

I was terrified.

"O-okay." I whimper. He presses the tip of his length into my tail hole, completely dry.

"Enjoy, faggy bitch!" He thurts into my ass roughly, and covers my mouth again before I could scream.

Each hard, dry thrust he took into me, more and more tears gathered in my eyes. It hurt like hell.

He got faster and faster, and started to moan.

"F-fuck yeah!" He breathed, and towered over me. He grabbed me by the neck, and started moving my body by my neck along his cock.

His grip became tighter and tighter.

"Bitch! I'm about to cum!" He slammed into me, and tears flew from my eyes. He shot several ropes of hot cum into me, and laid on top of my back for a bit, with his penis still in my tail hole, panting.

He pulls out, and puts his clothes back on. He stares at me, looks at my tears and spots the cuts on my arm. Sudden sorrow fills his face, as he realizes that, gay or not, I was still a person.

He left the room quickly.

I get back to my locker hurriedly, and sure enough, most of the crowd is still there. They spot me, and start group beating me, and calling me names. As soon as I can't find any power in me at all to even move, they've decided that they've accomplished enough pain, and left to go home.

After some time, which probably seemed longer than it really was, I gather my stuff, and start my walk home.

Images of the rape flashed trough my mind. I wish my first time could be better, and with someone I truly care about. I didn't enjoy it at all.

I arrive at my house, and hear faint shouts from inside it. I wonder what is going on. I open the door, and find Mom and Dad, yelling full out at each other.

"Just because he's gay, means it's okay for you to beat him?! Think again! He's our son!!" Mom shouts, not noticing me.

"Well, I wish he wasn't! I don't want no fag for a fucking son!"

"Fine then! Why don't you pack your shit, and get your fucking homophobic, prejudice ass outta this fucking house, asshole?!"

"Fine, crazy bitch!" He sees me, and starts to come towards me. I shiver in fear, tears welled up in my eyes.

My fur stands on end, as he gets closer and closer.

"No!" Screams Mom, and she chases after him, but it's too late. He shoves me with all his might, and I'm sent flying into the wall.

I feel helpless. The back of my head where I hit the wall covered in blood, I run out of the house, crying. Why is this happening to me? I find the place I hid back when Kalen and Mattie got beaten up, and hide there. I shiver, and cry. My fur was drenched in blood now drenched in blood but I ignore it.

Time goes by, and I decide to spend the night out here. What if Dad was still packing, and I got home and he attacks me again? I curl up into a ball, tucking my tail against my body. I hug it tightly, still shivering, this time from fear and the cold.

I think about everything, no where near falling asleep. I've lost nearly everything. My friends, my Dad, my safety, my sanity even. The only thing I haven't lost, is my life. And at this rate, I don't intend on keeping it.