Keep Quiet

BY: Wolfa Moon

DISCLAIMER: No own. Just another idea that popped in unexpected.

SUMMARY: Never having the best of childhoods he runs away. Finally ended up in a no name town in PA. yet unable to break the one rule beat into him, 'Keep Quiet'. WARNING: Dark/Child Abuse

KEEP QUIET

He didn't know why it is happening. All he knew was he had to hide. But that never worked. He always hid. And he would always find him. Thinking this time he would be safe in the wardrobe. He was wrong. His father opened the door dragging him out by his hair. Hair that had gotten long because he hadn't had it cut since his mother died. So now he is being pulled out of the wardrobe. Through the furs. Once reminded him of the chronicles of Narnia his mother read him. Now to his father he was the last speck of the once greatness in his life. And for that he hated his own flesh and blood. And the only good use was for his own dirty pleasure.

Feeling his father throw him on the bed. And the sounds he fears. Sounds that wake him in the night still. The slamming and locking of a door. Simple sounds, a zipper, the dropping of cloths on the floor. And the sensation of hands on his body haunting him after the sounds. And the sounds and words repeated over and over.

Worthless…

Only good for one thing…

Slut…

Whore…

Reason mother died…

I'll make you useful for something…

And he did. Did for himself and also an extra bonus for those who paid a fee. A period of hell that continued till he no longer looked the part of child. And at a time when he could get a way. He ran. Ran as far as he could. Never looking back.

KEEP QUIET

Getting as far as he can on what little he could. Some backwater town on Pennsylvania. Taking a seat at the bus terminal he curls up in on himself. Making himself small and insignificant. Like he always tries to.

A/N: Another Dark Tale. Why do I abuse my DiNozzo. Hope you enjoy and I may write more. PLEASE REVIEW.