Adopted

The Story of the Sad Boy

This chapter is the explanation of Harry's past and how he got his scar. Do not read this if you are triggered by rape and pedophilia

This is all flashbacks of important random moments between the ages of 14-16.

This is sad.

And I'm adding a trigger warning. This chapter had underage child abuse/molestation, rape, violence. 

I warned you all, but I promise this story will be happy again soon.

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Flash!

Flash! Flash!

Harry hears the shuttering noise of a camera. From behind closes eyelids he can sees the world glow and then return to blackness.

"Mhp," he whines.

"Shit, he's up," someone says.

Harry attempts to move his body, but all it does is shake a bit. He squirms and pries his eyes open despite feeling as though they are glued together.

"Hold still," the voice orders.

"Where am I," Harry asks. His head feesl like it's been dragged through thick mud. He blinks at the bright lights in his eyes.

"Seriously, Harry! Shut the fuck up and be still!"

"B-brent," Harry stutters out.

"He wasn't supposed to wake up! How much did you give him," the boy's brother asks.

"Same amount as I always do," argues someone else. Harry knows that voice all too well.

He tries to sit up, but his arms and legs feel paralyzed.

"Then why the fuck is he awake," Brent growls.

"I dunno. Maybe he's grown immune to the dosage," his father says.

"I-I can't... can't move," Harry tells them as if they're listening. "Help," he pleads.

"Keep shooting," his dad says.

"Shooting what," Harry asks.

Flash! Flash!

The boy has no clue what is actually happening to him. Can they even hear him? What were they just talking about?

"Do you know how much more customers will pay because he's awake? Sleeping is one thing, awake is another."

Flash! Flash!

Harry cries out as his hair is pulled. He opens his eyes to see his father standing over him holding clenching a tuft of brown curls.

"If you know what's good for you, you're gonna keep those pretty little eyes of yours open," he warns.

"I can't," Harry argues. "They're so heavy!"

A large hand comes down and slaps him across the cheek. His arm slowly bends to cup his face. "You will do as I say!"

"Daddy," Harry cries.

"I thought I fucking told you never to call me that," his father screams and pulls his hair even harder.

Harry's body is hoisted up into a sitting position and his back presses against the wall for stability. He looks down at his body. His bare body. 'Why are my dad and brother taking pictures of me naked,' Harry wonders.

His heart is beating heavily is his chest almost as if it's trying to match the pace of the camera shutter.

"Spread his legs more," his brother orders.