As soon as I woke up this morning, I knew it was going to be a bad day. Hi, my name's Scotty Levy. You can call me Raven. I'm 10 years old and I'm in fourth grade. My teacher's name is Mr. Rechestar, and he's really cool. I have three best friends. My very best friend is Tommy Dreamer. My other really good friend's name is Jimmy Fullington. My newest friend is Michael Manna, but he likes to be called Stevie. Stephan's his middle name. So, anyway, as soon as I woke up this morning, I could hear Daddy yelling at Chastidy. She's my older sister, and she's in eighth grade. She's really cool.

Chastidy was yelling back at Daddy. That's never a good idea, 'cause Daddy hits when he gets mad. At least when he gets mad at me.

I tried to go back to sleep. I didn't have to wake up for another hour for school. But Mommy had different plans.

"Scotty?" She opened my door. "Scotty, get up. We're taking Chastidy to school."

I groaned and turned bleary vision to my mother. "Mommy, I don't have school until later."

"I know, Scotty." Mommy knelt by my bed. "But I don't want to leave you here alone. Daddy's going to work early, sweetheart. I just don't want to leave you by yourself."

I yawned and sat up. "Okay, Mommy. Just let me get ready."

"Ten minutes." She replied and hurried out the door.

I rolled out of bed and grabbed the pair of clothes I had set out last night. It was my favorite 'Sandman' comic shirt, a pair of torn and tattered jean shorts that had once been a pair of expensive jeans, my old gray and red plaid shirt, and my black leather jacket. I slipped on my black hiking boots and went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth quickly and picked up my backpack.

As I ran into the kitchen, I could tell that Daddy and Chastidy's fight hadn't gotten physical, but she was crying.

"Mom, you don't understand! All I did was wear this dress!" Chastidy wailed, holding the skirt of the dress she was wearing up slightly. "Dad called me a slut and said that if I ever went out in something like this, I'd be grounded for life! I don't get why he's so mean!"

Mommy tried to shush her when she saw me standing there. "Scotty-"

I stared at my sister, ignoring Mommy. I, for one, thought she looked great. Chastidy was a pretty girl, for a sister. "I think you look pretty, Chas." I said with a smile.

Chastidy's expression softened, and she leaned down to give me a big hug. "Thanks, Scotty." She smiled and straightened her backpack. "I need to get to school."

Mommy nodded and put her hand on my shoulder. "You want me to grab you a protein bar, honey?"

I nodded, watching Chastidy walk to the garage. I could hear the door opening as Mommy gave me a push toward the door.

"Go with Chastidy, Scotty. I'll be out in a minute."

I smiled and hurried to the car. Chastidy was sitting in the passenger's seat, inspecting her dark red nails. I hopped into the backseat behind her and put my hands on her shoulders.

Chastidy jumped, unsuspecting. "Don't do that!"

I laughed and leaned back into the seat. "Sorry."

Chastidy relaxed again turning her head to glance at me. "Scotty?"

I looked up, brushing dark curly hair from my eyes. "Yeah?"

"Where'd you get the bruise on your face?"

My eyes widened and my hand crept up to cover the darkened skin on my cheek. "Um...Tommy and I were playing rough..."

Chastidy's eyes narrowed. "Don't lie, Scotty. It was Daddy, wasn't it?"

I shook my head quickly. "No! Daddy didn't do nothing."

Chastidy gave me a look.

I sighed, glancing around. Mommy would be out here any second. "Don't tell Mommy. Please."

Chastidy reached back to push my hand off of my bruised cheek. I tensed, but all she did was run her fingertips lightly over the abused flesh. "You need to tell someone, Scotty. Daddy isn't allowed to do stuff like that. What else did he do? Besides hitting you?"

I shook my head. "I don' wanna talk about it..."

Chastidy leaned closer, whispering, "Did he touch you, Scotty?"

I shook my head wildly. "I don' wanna talk about it!"

Chastidy moved her hand to my leather clad shoulder. "Shh, Scotty. It's okay. I know. I know it's bad. I know you don't want to talk about stuff like that. I don't want to either. Scotty, he's done it all to me, too. I know, it hurts. I know." She pulled me forward and wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry that we have to talk about it now. I'm sorry. I just...I want you to be safe, Scotty. You're my baby brother. I love you, Scotty. I don't like to see you hurt."

I let out a shaky sigh. "I love you, too, Chas. I just...I don' wanna talk about it. Don't tell Mommy. Can we please not tell Mommy? She'll tell Daddy we told, and then he'll...he'll hurt me. He don't like me, Chas. Daddy don't like me at all. He'll hurt me worse."

Chastidy soothed me, running her fingers through my curly hair. "Shh, Scotty, okay, we won't tell Mommy. I promise, we won't tell Mommy."

Mommy came through the door and Chastidy quickly turned back to sit right. I got back in my seat, running the back of my hand under my eyes and nose. I wasn't crying. Boys don't cry. My eyes just hurt and...fine, I was crying. I don't like thinking about what Daddy does to me. I thought it was only me, 'cause he hated me. He liked to humiliate me. He liked to...to touch me. But Chastidy? He...he hurt...he touched my big sister? That wasn't right! She didn't deserve it! She was good! I'm the bad one! I'm the screw up! Hitting me...raping me...those were the only ways to punish a boy as bad as me. Daddy said so. He said he only hit me and raped me when I was a bad boy.

"Scotty?" Mommy's voice was concerned. "Are you okay? Sweetie, are you crying?"

I looked up and shook my head. "No, Mommy...I just don't feel good."

Mommy's brow furrowed. One of her hands came back to press against my forehead. "You don't have a fever."

I turned my eyes pleadingly to Chastidy. She gave me a small nod. "Mommy, Scotty really feels sick. He told me his throat hurt and he felt like he was going to puke. Maybe he should stay home from school today."

Mommy shook her head. "But Daddy's at work, Chas. You'll be at school. I need to..." She sighed. "I guess I can stay home. Scotty, is that okay?"

I nodded, but again looked to my sister. She read my mind. "Mommy, I feel kinda sick, too. I don't wanna get my friends sick. How about I stay home, and I can watch Scotty while you're out."

Mommy sighed. "Chas, I'll probably be gone for about seven hours. Are you sure you can watch your brother that long?"

Chastidy nodded. "Mommy, me and Scotty'll be fine. Don't worry about us."

Mommy shrugged and unlocked the car doors. Chastidy grabbed her backpack and mine, and the two of us went back into the house.

As soon as I heard the garage door shut, I flung myself into my older sister's arms. "Thanks."

She smiled and brushed my hair from my eyes. "Welcome. Now go get some sleep."

I yawned and took my backpack before heading back to my room. I stripped my clothes off and left them in a pile by the desk in my room. Quickly, I tugged on my loose plaid pajama pants and hopped into my bed. With another yawn, I burrowed under the covers and went back to my blissful dreamland. Maybe I was thinking too hard. Today's going well, no school, no parents, just me and my pillow.

Of course, I never thought about Daddy coming home.

When I awoke next, my alarm clock was blinking 8:00 pm. I had slept for about 12 hours. It sure didn't feel like it.

"Scotty?" Mommy was knocking on my door. "Are you feeling better, sweetheart?"

"A little." I really didn't want to give up my faking yet.

"Come on downstairs and hang out with us, honey. Daddy'll be home in an hour."

Just being reminded of that made my blood go cold. "O-okay, Mommy..."

It was about 45 minutes later that I was sitting on the couch with Chastidy, both of us still in our pajamas.

I glanced at the clock. "Chas...Daddy's coming home soon..."

Chastidy gave me a confused look. "So...?"

I sighed, bowing my head. "What if...what if he gets mad at me tonight? I'm scared of him..."

Chastidy put an arm around me. "Don't worry, Scotty. You didn't do anything wrong."

I nodded, shrugging her arm from my shoulders. "I hope so."

Dinner went fine, Daddy wasn't drunk yet. I would know.

But when I went back to my room at 10:00, I could feel like something bad was going to happen.

I shrugged it off, grabbing a hairbrush and setting to work on my curls. When that was finished, I grabbed a comic book and laid on my bed.

I was perfectly content for about ten minutes, just reading. That's when my door slammed open.

I practically fell off of my bed. I turned my head to see what was going on, and there stood Daddy. The smell of alcohol was thick in the air.

I shivered. "D-Daddy? What-what did I do?"

Daddy didn't say anything, not yet. He walked closer to my bed and put a hand on my shoulder.

I cried out when his fingers began to dig into my flesh. He pulled me off of my bed.

"Shut up. You talk, you're dead." Daddy said, backhanding me.

I bit back another cry of pain, whimpering with the effort. His hand came back, this time hitting my other cheek. I fell back across my bed, looking up at Daddy through my hair. "Please...please, Daddy. I was good. I was good today."

Daddy gave me a malicious smile. "No, no you weren't. You worried your Mommy. You stayed home and scared her, because she didn't know if you were okay."

"But...but Chastidy was with me! Daddy, I was good. I was a good boy."

Daddy shook his head. "Don't lie, Scotty. That's just gonna make it worse for you."

I whimpered, shifting my eyes side to side, looking for an escape. "Daddy...please..."

He pulled his leather belt from the belt loops. "I'm sorry, Scotty, but you were a bad boy. You know how I treat bad boys."

I shivered, but nevertheless turned my back and waited for the first blow.

"Uh-uh, Scotty. C'mere." Daddy was sitting in my computer chair, patting his knee.

Again, my spine tingled. I carefully, slowly walked to the chair and draped myself across his lap. I knew better than to fight Daddy when he got the belt. My eyes widened when Daddy pulled down my pants, my backside exposed to the cool air of my room.

I bit back a tiny cry when he began to caress my bottom. "Scotty, I hate to do this. Your ass is almost perfect."

I sighed when his hand pulled away, only to cry out as the first blow landed, hard.

"Scotty..." Daddy said warningly, telling me to shut my big mouth.

I tried to compose myself, teeth digging into my own lower lip. I could almost taste the blood beneath my own soft skin.

Another blow hit. It stung. I could feel the tears filling my eyes. "Shh..." Daddy hissed to me. I hadn't realized that I'd made a noise.

The next slap of leather to skin wasn't quite as loud, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"Scotty, how old are you?" One of Daddy's hands rested heavily between my shoulder blades. The other, still holding the belt, traveled over my abused buttocks.

"T-ten, Daddy...please, no more..." I whimpered, quietly.

"Ten, so that means you get seven more. Right, Scotty? Sound good?"

I whined against my own hand. 'No arguing, Scotty. Just wait it out. He'll finish this, and then he'll be gone...'

"What was that?" Daddy demanded, the hand on my butt tightening ever so slightly.

"Yeah, Daddy...okay..." I knew that would make him happy. As long as he's happy, my beatings aren't so bad.

"Good, good." He raised the belt once more and brought it back to my skin with a thwack.

I let out a small whimper, clamping my hand over my mouth.

"Scotty, you know that you're supposed to be quiet." Daddy said, leather smacking dully against my flaming red backside.

Silently, I took the next five slaps of the belt, pain dulling and fading.

"Good boy, Scotty. You can get up."

I stood, a little wobbly on my feet. I reached down to pull my pants back up, but Daddy slapped my hands away.

"I didn't say you could pull your pants back up, Scotty."

I whimpered when I looked into Daddy's eyes. His vision looked a little cloudy. He...he was...going to...NO!

"Dad-Daddy, please...don't do this..."

He ignored me, slowly advancing. I backed away until the backs of my knees hit the side of my mattress. I fell, sprawled out on my back. Daddy tugged my pants off completely and tossed them away. The light from my bedside lamp cast strange shadows on Daddy's face as he quickly undressed himself.

I was crying. I knew I was. My body tensed when he lightly ran his fingers down my sides. I suppressed a loud gasp when he lowered his mouth to nip at my collarbone. Biting my lip, I pushed myself further up the sheets.

Unfortunatly, Daddy followed. He nudged my legs so that he could settle in between them. With a smirk, he petted my hair back. "You're pretty, Scotty. Got your Mommy's lips." He ran his thumb over the lower one before leaning in to kiss it.

"Daddy..." I whimpered as I felt one of his hands travel under my buttocks.

Daddy shifted me so that my legs were draped over his thighs. "Yes, Scotty?" He replied as he lubed his fingers up with his saliva.

I wiggled in a futile attempt to escape. "Don't...Daddy, please don't...I'll be good. I'll be a good boy. Just don't do this."

Daddy chuckled a bit and shook his head. "Sometimes I forget how funny you think you are, Scotty." And with that, one of his slicked fingers was forced into my ass.

It was all I could do not to scream in pain. It hurt so bad. "D-Daddy..." I whimpered, my eyes tightly shut. "Please...it hurts..."

Daddy leaned down to nuzzle my temple. "I know. Oh, I know it hurts. But you're such a bad boy, Scotty. You deserve this. Maybe it'll straighten you out."

He stretched me quickly. I was no where near ready when his penis sank into me. I bit my lip so hard that I actually started bleeding. I could taste my coppery blood filling my mouth.

"Daddy..."

Daddy smiled as he continued to pound me. "Say it, Scotty. You know how much I love hearing you talk."

I whimpered and continued to cry. "Daddy...Daddy...please..."

It went on for about half an hour. Then he switched our positions for another forty five minutes.

I couldn't move when he was done. Daddy stood, wiping my blood and his cum off of his skin before clothing himself. "You're a good boy, Scotty." And he left.

I turned myself facedown in my sheets and cried harder. It hurt so much.

I heard the door open again and whimpered, pulling the sheets up. "Daddy...please, no more."

"Scotty?"

I sat up quickly. "Chastidy!"

"Scotty..." Chastidy knelt by my bed. "Oh, Scotty." She threaded her fingers into my messy hair. "You poor baby. Come here, come with me." She pulled the sheets down and picked me up, not caring that I was naked. "Let me clean you up, okay?"

Chastidy took me into the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water. "Get in."

I slowly sunk into the water, closing my eyes tightly when the new cuts began to burn. Chastidy picked up a washcloth and wetted it, running it gently over my face. She examined the damage on my face.

"Oh, Scotty..." She whispered. "Oh, that has to hurt. You're all banged up. You're gonna have lots of bruises. There's a cut above your eyebrow." She ran the washcloth across my forehead again.

I sighed. I still don't understand why I'm always in trouble with Daddy.

"I'll let you finish up cleaning yourself. Just tell me when you're done, okay, Scotty?"

Chastidy sat on the counter of the sink, picking up one of her magazines and hiding behind it.

I winced and cleaned up the rest of the blood on my body. I didn't think there would be this much. "I...I'm done, Chas."

She looked up. "Okay, Scotty. Wanna drain the tub for me and I'll grab your towel?"

I nodded, pulling the stopper from the drain and watching the water tornado into the hole. Chastidy wrapped a white towel around my wet shoulders. "Let's get you back to bed, bro."

I limped to my bedroom, Chastidy's arm around my shoulders. She helped me back into my boxer shorts and pajama pants.

"Get in bed, Scotty." Chastidy said quietly. "You really should be asleep right now." She turned to leave.

"Chas-don't go..." I whimpered. "Will...will you stay with me? Until I go to sleep?"

Chastidy let a slow smile cross her face. "Oh, Scotty. Of course." She crawled into my bed next to me and pulled up the sheets. She wrapped both arms around me and held me. I fell asleep, breathing softly. At least I have a good sister. But I know that I'll have another bad day soon.