Memories are an odd thing. Sometimes remembered with total clarity and other times just a vague sensation barely remembered. Some memories we wish could last a lifetime and others will haunt us to the day we die. I have never had a memory I wished I could remember forever, and my mind is full of ones I wish I could forget...
The sensation of his clothes tearing was frightening. Gabriel had woken up to hands holding him down and others tearing the clothes from his sleeping body. He struggled to free himself and was rewarded with a punch in the face and then to the stomach. He folded in on himself trying to protect vital areas but it did no good. When he had at last been stripped he got a good look at his tormentors.
He saw the feral grins of his mom and sister as they held him down and his father at the foot of the bed, his cock fully erect. Gabriel, realizing what his father was going to do, resumed his struggle but got nothing but more punches and slaps from his mother and sister.
With a vicious thrust his father shoved his cock up Gabriel's ass. Screaming in pain, it felt like a lance of fire up his virgin hole. The more Gabriel screamed the harder and faster his father's frantic thrusts became. With a final grunt, his father unloaded deep into his ass.
Feeling the shame of having his body violated in such a cruel way the tears came even harder, but that did nothing but spur his family on to even greater acts of cruelty. His sister really began working his body over after that. Punches and kicks were administered all over and finally a particularly brutal kick made him gasp as some of his ribs cracked, and a finger was broken as she stepped on his hand.
With the break in the systematic torture of his body he thought they were finally done with him, they had just begun. With a nasty grin his father called out the door. Gabriel's will left him as he saw three other men come through the door. They all took the clothes off and lined up to take their turn with his abused body. With the penetration of the first man he fell into the blessed release of unconsciousness.
Gabriel awoke with a strangled cry. Twisted up in his sheets and covered with sweat, he shook in rage as the poisonous memories rose up, reliving them as he so often had throughout the past five years. After all this time he still felt dirty from them.
Gabriel turned on the small light on the table next to his bed and looked at the numbers on his alarm. With a sigh he realized it was still early yet but decided to get up anyways as there would be no more sleep for him. Taking a drink of the water that he kept next to his bed it soothed his parched throat.
He swung out of bed and entered his bathroom to take a quick shower. After today he would never have to deal with his family again. Escape from the Hell he had lived in was finally within his grasp and nothing was going to keep him from that.
Throwing on a ragged set of clothes that his sister hadn't managed to destroy too much he picked up the bag he packed the night before and threw it in the back of his car and was gone.
He made a quick stop at his best friend Melissa's house to pick up his stash of money. He knocked on the door and she answered the door in PJ's and a sleepy look on her face.
"Here for your money," she asked him?
"Yeah, I'm out of here. I woke up and threw everything in the car and I'm ready to go," he told her.
She disappeared back inside for a minute and came back out with a bag. There was a surprisingly large amount in the pile but had he left it in his parent's house it would have been found and taken from him. He learned early on that it was best to leave nothing he truly valued anywhere in the house because it would be found and taken from him or destroyed.
Melissa handed him his stack of cash and after he had hidden it on his body, she hugged him like she was never going to let go. She slipped a piece of paper with all of her contact info into his pocket.
"Damn you, be careful and keep in touch with me so I know you're ok," she told him.
With a tender kiss from her on his cheek, he got back to his car and pulled away as the early morning sun crested the hills. He never saw the flood of tears streaming down Melissa face.
The drive to college was long. He had chosen a college in California. He wanted to put as much space between him and his family; if he never saw them again it would be too soon. He took his time in his trip across country. He had left himself lots of time and he had some money so he made it a small vacation, the first he had ever had.
