Faithfully Rogue

1: A Rogue past

Hello thank you for opening this book. If you've not read the first book which is Sincerely Rogue, please do that before continuing this book so you don't get confused on the way. If you've already read Sincerely Rogue, then welcome ❤️❤️❤️

Faithfully: In a Loyal way; adhering firmly to a person or cause.

Rogue: *A scoundrel, rascal or unprincipled, deceitful, and unreliable person.

*A mischievous scamp.

*A vagrant.

*The name of the bastard son of Vincent Von Quaint

*A rebellious and uncontrollable being. (According to Rogue's definition of his name)

Faithfully Rogue: The act of being loyal; adhering firmly to a rebellious and uncontrollable being.

Hey everyone and welcome to "Faithfully Rogue" this book is a bit different from the first and I hope it would help shed light on a few issues in the society all we live in, so I hope you guys like always will show me support as I would more than ever need it.

My sisters and I have talked and talked on the issues of child rape, molestation and the effect it can have on that individual be it a boy or girl and finally I'm going to try to put what's been going through my head for months now into words and hope you all like it.

This book like the first, is pure work of fiction and any resemblance of it to actual people is just a coincidence.

This book is for *MATURED AUDIENCE.* There's are strong themes in this book and I'd advise you read some of them before continuing.

Sexual themes

sexual language

offensive language,

child molestation,

incest,

suicide

rape,

explicit content.

dark

violence

*If you're offended by this then stop now. Rude and offensive comment will be deleted and such users will be reported.*

With that said, proceed with reading.

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"You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive."

~James Baldwin

Rogue's POV

The door to my room opened and my eyes immediately snapped open as the figure I placed as Lorenzo walked into my room. There was a little light coming from the window and it illuminate his face, proving my suspicions even further.

This was the forth time he had come into my room in the last two week and the time being exactly 10:17 p.m. I was asleep the first night and I woke up to see him, overcame by fear, I tried to run up the bed and out of the room, but he told me he was the one and that he was just checking up on me, making sure I was okay.

I wasn't stupid I knew something was wrong, I just couldn't put together what it was. I was awake the next day he entered my room and I have been awake each night ever since.

I also started reading the signs of his visit and I had been able to predict what days he would come in. He'd start by making dinner and while at dinner, he would make me pray before we eat. Then he'd proceed to ask if there was anyone I fancied at school which my answer was always no, then he'd ask why and add that maybe everyone was blind in my school. It would get awkward after the second minute into the talk then he'd change it and tell me how his day at work was shitty and stressful and how all he wanted was a bath and a long good night sleep.

He'll also be insistence that I go to bed earlier, probably because he hope I'd be asleep when he' would come creeping in. I never slept though, I couldn't sleep because I always felt like I was going to die if I did.

Whenever he'd come into my room in the past, he'd stay at a considerable distance and although I never knew what he was always doing because of the much darkness in the room, I knew he'd do something to himself that make him moan and growl like a wounded animal. The noises would continue for more than ten minutes and then he'd go into a state of vigorous shaking and at first I thought he was dying, but I soon got used to it. He wasn't dying, even though I secretly wanted him to.

Tonight was a little different, there was music in the parlor not too loud, but loud enough to shut out any sound and that might be made and my heart had not stopped beating rapidly since I figured that today might be different from the other days.

I tried my best not to make a move as I pretend to be asleep and I observed him through my almost closed lashes and watched as he walked away from the window and towards my bed.

My throat ran dry and my eyes closed hoping it would be a dream, but when I peeled them open again, he was still there and I didn't think he'd be moving back to his formal spot today.

My breath cut as he took a seat on my bed and I was trembling from the inside out as there's no hiding it.

I watched him unbuckle his belt, unzipped it and in the next moment he pulled out his p***s and began to run his right hand over it. He continued his movement and he shoved his trouser down even further, exposing more of him.

"You have no idea what you do to me R." He said in a growl.

He stopped touching himself and his hand moved over to touch me and I froze at his touch and almost became as a dead person except I was breathing, but I wished I wasn't.

His hand moved over my chest and circled over my hidden n*****s before moving down to my trouser and pulling it down so that my nakedness was shown to him.

"You just so cute to look at you know. Ever since you were little." He mumbled before taking my p***s into his hand and stroking it.

All voices and nerves in my body wanted to scream and kick at him because this was so wrong from any angle we decided to look at it, but I knew I was powerless against him and nothing I would do would prove otherwise.

"Open your eyes R, you have to see this." He said and like a servant, I opened my eyes. He in turn, turned on the lamp close to my bed and I saw it that my p***s had grown into a length it had not gone before, something that I didn't think should happen.

How did he know my body how did he know this was going to happen? Why didn't my body fight against liking this? Why couldn't I say anything?

"This is a beautiful thing, you're beautiful R, you're so damn beautiful and so is your cock."

I had no idea why he was doing what he was doing but I didn't want to be touched this way, it was wrong and as much as it felt nice it wasn't okay.

"Stop! Please stop!" I choked out, "Stop! Don't do this."

He thickened his grip around my p***s and I whimpered from the pain and tears ran down my face and I was sobbing in the next minutes as I felt my body go to a level it's never been to before and just like he did a weeks ago, I was shaking vigorously.

When my body calmed down and I opened my eyes again, he was on top of me. I was too weak and confused to even put together what was happening.

My brows were pulled together in confusion and my mouth opened to ask what he was doing when I felt his hands on my butt, pulling them apart then I felt his p***s against my hole.

I began to struggle when I figured out what he was doing and I hit his chest a couple of times, but it didn't do much or anything to him.

"Stop fighting me! The more you fight me the more painful it's going to be. Just submit and you might enjoy this too. Just know no one is going to hear you if you screamed anyway."

And they didn't, because I screamed and shouted and cried out but no one heard me, my voice couldn't top the sound of the music playing in the parlor and in the end I gave into the pain and the agony and the hatred I felt, and I wished it help relieved the pain my body took, but it didn't, no not really.

That night I cried and prayed for death, but death was just too busy to answer my prayers. I felt wrong and I knew more than anything that that wasn't the end of it.

He was thirty three years old, he was way older than me and it hurt more because I thought family was supposed to protect its own and not hurt them, but what did I know? I was just an eleven years old boy whose mom got sick of him and dumped him at his uncle's house.

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****It's a draft, not been edited nor have I proofread it.

Still what do you guys think about the first part? We are going back to the beginning of Rogue's terrible past and know what he's been through.

It's a complex book but I hope to deliver justice to the character we know as Rogue. This book unlike the first has to do with abuse and molestation and this part was difficult for me to write, but this is reality and it's f****d up.

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