Bobby cried out in pain and screamed with each thrust. His bud still bleeding because his fateher was being just so horribly rough. Screaming as his father grabbed him by his hair and it formed his back to arch. Blood trailed down quicker as his whole back stung and burn from the action. He was relieved at what he heard. Praying his father wasnâ€™t just playing mind games with him. His fingers starting to bleed from the repeated scratching over stone. He still kept scratching at it. He trembled as his father stroked his hair. In a way the gentleness towards him was even more terrifying. He whimpered in terror and flinched. Crying out in horror as he felt the hot sticky seed pour out of his fatherâ€™s dick and into his bud. Screaming in pain as Jonah jerked out of his swollen, sore and bleeding bud. When he was pushed over he curled up in a ball crying out in pain from his stinging and bleeding open wounds. Cum and blood trailing out his bud and onto the floor. It was red and swollen from his rough raping. Trembling at the words his father said. It sounded so vulgar after what the man had just done to him. He waited until he heard the man lock himself in his office.<br/><br/>Turning onto his stomach and dragged his bleeding form to the room with the cot. He reached up and screamed in pain as he did so. Feeling around for the phone. He found it and with efforts and cries of pain dragged it down. Pulling himself up under the cot and curled up. Crying a bit and fumbled with the phone. Finding James number he whimpered as every movement made his shoulders and back bleed all over again. ~Bro neeeed t o c yosu...tomrrw afernon...please...its urgent. Iâ€™m sorry... Bobby~ His hands shaking so hard he could barely type in the message and probably made numerous mistakes. He could only hope James would understand. He laid there bleeding and crying as he trembled. Listening until he heard Jonah leave and heard his car drive off.<br/><br/>He crawled out from under the bed. Crying out in pain as his body hurt. Blood had dried over mostly but his shirt was stained blood red from top to bottom in the back. There was blood trails down his leg from his bleeding bud. He stumbled and cried out in pain as each step hurt. His ass really hurt with each movement. He whimpered and fought the tears. Finding his clothes and put them on. He cried out in pain as he slipped them on. Slipping his phone into his pocket. His eyes terrified and he jumped at the slightest sounds which caused soft cries of pain. He limpingly scrambled through shadows and through the city. The back of his shirt stained red with ten darker blood stains in lines from his shoulders down his back. He saw the police station after what felt like forever. The tank not covering the bruise as it hung off his shoulder. He cried out in pain as he staggered over to the police station. Knocking on the house partâ€™s door. He kept knocking frantically until Ben opened the door. â€œHide me...please.â€ He said. Jumping and shifting and crying out in pain. Not looking Ben in the eyes or saying anything else.