Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Justice For Heero ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title; Justice for Heero -prologue-
author; Vega-Lume
declaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing; I just like playing with them

(hee hee) and I do promise to put them back
when I am done. (*has fingers crossed*)
warnings: NCS, angst, adult themes, harsh language
beta: Hymie *wink*

Justice for Heero
by Vel

"That's it boy you'll do as your told," an angry voice moaned.
The boy at his feet whimpered watching him closely,

“Now suck." The man looked down at the trembling figure at his feet.
Though the boy was deaf he knew the routine by now and did what the man
demanded. He fought back the urge to bite down as the man thrust harder
and faster in his mouth, moments later it was over, the man shooting
his semen down the boy's sore, abused throat.

When the man's breathing calmed he pulled his now soft penis from
the boy's bleeding lips and tucked it back in to his pants and
shoved the boy away as he left the room.

“Good night son." The boy's father threw over his shoulder before
closing the door engulfing the youth in darkness.

This had been going on for years, nearly every day of this boys life was
the same, he'd wake up, do his chores, go out side for a while,
make dinner for his father, then fulfill his father's sexual tension at night.
If he did it right he wouldn't be beaten with in an inch of his life again.

When the boy got to the age of twelve, it got harder and harder to please his father.

The man started wanting more and when his son refused he would beat him.

The first time his father came to him he was drunk, smelling of cheep whiskey
and cigarettes. The boy had been sleeping when his father climbed into the bed with him,
ripping the bed clothes as the boy tried to fight. But the youth ended up with
a bleeding, bruised body.

His father had penetrated him with out any preparation, tearing him.

He cried the whole while and when it was over
he was once again left alone to tend his own injuries.

The boy began rebelling not so long after the first encounter.
He'd drink his father's beer, and smoke his cigarettes,
he had gotten his lip and eyebrows pierced and would try to stay out late but his father
would call the police and tell them that his mentally disabled son was missing
again and the cops would find him and bring him home where his
father would beat him and rape him and leave him for dead.

When the boy was seventeen he decided he had had enough and planned for an escape
but he had a problem he couldn't speak his father never let him learn.
He could read and write but not very well, he knew if he couldn't get his hands on
some money, he wouldn't get far.

So over several months he would steal a dollar here, five dollars there, and every
penny in loose change he could lay his hands on.
His father had always treated him like he was retarded. He had no idea his son was very
smart he taught himself to read and write the same way any child learned. He also
was a mathematical wizard, he knew how to add and subtract by the time he was three.

He was going to get away he had nearly a hundred dollars, but even he knew he
couldn't get far on that, and he was running out of time, his father had become
suspicious when his change kept disappearing if he was going to leave it had to be now.

He packed a small bag, with just the essentials, light dry foods, a few changes in clothes
a flashlight just in case and four packs of cigarettes, if all else failed he
could sell them.

After one final savage night with his father he left.

To be continued...