Chapter 1.

"Felix you're still standing there like a cursed demon unable to move? I said run faster to where I sent you. Idiot!"

An agitated father bubbled at his son.

I couldn't move for sure. I was unable because of the matter that had started sagging in my pair of brown trousers. I meant to shout back obscenely to my father but the respect in me took reign.

This time Rodgers had given my father more pay and I thought I overheard a snippet about him giving dad more land for farming. Dad had sheepishly agreed to the enticement and without batting an eye he received the few thousand shilling notes that Rodgers gave him. What a merciless and cruel father is this? Does he ever think that I'm his only true son? Or maybe I thought it wrong. Is he taking advantage of my dead mom? Or is it the combination of my step mom and her siblings that have strayed him to such an extent? These questions streamed in my mind and only the uncontrolled tears on my cheeks could reveal this inner battle that I have.

A vicious slap from my dad cought me unaware and I registered a temporary blackout on my eyes. The pain radiated in my ears sending tingling streaks on my temples. This was just enough for me wake up from my deep thoughts. I sprang without word and run so fast like a deranged man to the chemistry. I was not even sure of the strong confusing labels of the medicine he had sent me. What I Know is that he was also not sure if it were the right medication for my step mom who was seriously bed ridden. I even for once imagined that she was dead and that my cause of pain would lessen. She was just another cause of sorrow on top of my mother's death.

At the chemistry, I fumbled to find the strange terminology that father had told me. I finally got them - ibuprofen and paracetamol. I struggle to fight the urge of running away from home. But where can a thirteen year old go to. That is a delicate age that still yearned for maximum parental care.

Evil thoughts of the impending reality almost held me from going back home. Rodgers would be at home soon to pick me up. I couldn't imagine the unbearable pain I would go through as this forty one year old spoiled man penetrated my behind. At first I used to cry and scream desperately but this only added to his strength and ego to do whatever he thought satisfied him. I came to realize that it's better to reduce myself to silence as this would mean him getting bored easily. I couldn't imagine how I can substitute for his wife. But which wife? Rodgers has no wife no children as far as my mind can tell me. All he had was astonishing wealth that he used to lure my father so that he may give me off for the use.

Time started to reveal what I was hiding eventually. I could sometimes defecate unnoticeably and my spine also caused me to have another weird posture. At school, my teachers spotted the change and decided to take a meaningful action. After being taken to the nearest hospital, my father and Rodgers were arrested after producing the required information. One thing I remember is when the doctor asked me which accident caused me to tear my anal muscle so terribly . He was very interested in the cause as he thought it was an accident that boys at my curious age got. But I timidly told him it was another cause.