All disclaimers apply. This is a story with settings, story lines, and character building. Their is sex but later.
This is about a boy named Peyton Blake Baylor. He's 15, 5'8, 130, black crew cut hair, green eyes. This is written as first person. His father is A Master Gunnery Sargent Of The Marine Corps. He is 38, 6'7, 260. His name is Henry Baylor but you'll know him as 'Sir.'
"GOD DAMN BOY CANT YOU GET ONE THING RIGHT?!!?!" Sir asked as his fist made contact with my belly right before i lost responsiveness.
I woke up from the bathroom floor just in time to brush my teeth and head off to school. This morning he told me to shut the windows in the living room 'cause it was raining but I forgot. Damn it Peyton pay attention. I headed off to school it the pouring rain. I ran all the way so I wasn't late to see Hector. See Hector is my boyfriend, but he'd just as bad as my dad, well he likes to hit me too. I guess that's why dad likes him. My friends ask me if I can't get enough of that shit at home, but I've never had a real relationship so if someone isn't kicking or punching me I freak out from the anticipation of the next blow.
"Fina-fuckin-ly, any longer i woulda had ta hurt your dumb ass, come on lets go to class." Hector said as he grabbed the nap of my neck and gave me a good morning gut punch. Unfortunately in the same spot as Sir did this morning.
I no longer have friends i talk to as Hector made me change my schedule so he could "keep an eye on me." I don't talk in school or at home. Hector does it for me. Everything, i eat what he gives me. See he's 6'3 170 and 16 in my grade with me. A daily plan is like this: I get up at 5:00 a.m to make sure Sir has enough time to knock me out and for me to get up and get ready for school. I run barely making it getting a morning beating from Hector behind the tennis courts. Sit through class trying not to fuck up so that I can get the day over with, without trip to the tennis courts. Get home with Hector, go to my room:
"I've been waiting all day bitch fuckin strip lets get this goin I got shit to do." Thats Hectors nice way of sayin baby i love you lets fuck.
So we get naked and he does his thing. We dont kiss thats for fags, i lay face down on the bed so he cant see my ugly ass face he walks up smacks my ass hard a few times so i remember to be good.
SMACK
"You gonna be a good boy and let me in bitch?" "Yeeah" I moan.
SMACK
"What?" "Yeeessaar" "Thats what i thought i heard." SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "Good little bitch open up for Heck."
"UN UHH FUNK GOD FU FA UN UHH UH NUH JESUS FA!" I moan as he shoves all 8 1/2 inches in at once with no lube.
"Did you just take the lord's name in vain bitch?" SMACK SMACK SMACK
He starts off like a rabbit pounding away with no concern for me but why should he im just here so he can get off anyway. After hes done he pulls out spits at me and tells me he's leavin and not to be late to school tomorrow. Yeah cause i control that. I rolled my eyes when i thought he wasnt lookin. He was.
SMACK, right across my face. It stings and i tear up cause it hurt.
"Dont fuckin roll your eyes at me and DONT fucking cry bitch damn stop bein sucha pussy."
So he leaves and its about 5:30 so i have about an hour to have dinner ready for Sir when he walks in. If i dont he'll burn me then beat me till its done. At 6:30 he walks in to eat then beat me or beat me then eat it just depends. I go to bed and it starts all over. There is the occasional birthday of theirs. Or a Lacrosse game that if I dont cheer over everyone i dont go to bed that night with out seeing stars. And thats my life not great but mine and i dont mind it cause i know nothing else.
Okay so thats Peyton's life so far but it'll change soon. For better or worse you'll have to see But he does have a hero you'll meet later.