Betrayed By My Own Father: Chapter 3 Facing Father

I woke up the next day hearing the shuffling of newspaper. I opened my eyes seeing my uncle

there reading the Tuesday news paper. He turned his head, and leaned over to me, and kissed my lips very soft and lovingly.

"Good morning mark."

I blushed, and smiled.

"hehe, Good morning Uncle Frank."

He smiled back, and asked if I wanted some breakfast, I said.

"Yes, please."

"Alrighty, then."

After breakfast I helped Uncle Frank clean up the dishes, and he told me.

"Sit down son, we need to talk."

"Yes Uncle Frank."

Son, your going to have to face him, your father, and decide what it's going to be?"

"I understand, I'll head back to the house then."

"Good boy! Once you straighten that thing out you may come back here if you want, but it's up to you. You may live here if you desire."

"Thank you Uncle Frank."

"Your welcome son."

From that moment on, my life seemed like it was totally destroyed, but as soon as my uncle came into my life again. It all changed. I headed out the door, and Uncle Frank said.

"Hey, Mark! Come back here please."

"Yes Uncle Frank!"

Uncle Frank gabbed hold of me, kissed, and sucked on my tongue.

"If you decide not to stay with me then please come and visit me Mark. I get so lonely at times."

"Don't worry Uncle Frank, I'm coming back."

His eyes watered up, and as his tears were about to fall he gave me another huge bear hug.

"Thank you so much Mark. I love you."

"I love you too Uncle Frank, and please try not to cry."

"Ok."

"Well I'll be back!"

I kissed him on his cheek and headed for my car, and drove all the way back to Berkeley. I arrived at my house at 10am. My father wasn't home from work yet, and I knew he was upset because not only did he not know where I was, I had turned off my cell phone which he always told me to leave on so he could call me.

Four hours had passed since I been home, it was now 2pm, and dad came home from work. I was sitting on the couch reading a magazine, and heard the care pool up. I put my head up, then went back to reading. Ten minutes later dad walked through the door, and didn't say his usual thing. "Hey son, I missed you." Instead he walked right next to me, and said.

"Where have you been?

I looked up at him, and glared my eyes into his, and went back to reading.

"Answer me, where have you been?

Finally without saying word, I got up, walked to my room, and slammed, and locked the door. I didn't here anything from other room, just silence. I lay on my bed, and started crying into the pillow, and I'm sure he could hear me. He knocked on my door and asked.

"Can I come in son!

I didn't say a word, and he went away because of my silence! I kept crying, and cried till dinner time. He finally came back to my room, and told me dinner was ready, and I could go and eat. I never came out of my room that night. By this time he had given up, left to bed, and still hearing me cry in my room. I cried myself to a deep sleep, awoke 8 hours later. It was 4am, and awoke to a warm feeling in my ass. I could feel breathing on my neck, and a hard cock was skidding my crack. It was my father he must have picked the lock while I was sleeping and came into bed with me, immediately I felt sick to my stomach, so I quietly, and gently got out of the bed, and went into the living room and fell asleep there with no covers, and very cold. I fell asleep with tears running down my face, and shivered to sleep.

I woke up the next day feeling shitty, I had a cold because I slept with no covers the night before. I heard dad come out of my room, and came to the living room. I was just starting to sit up, and he looked at me, and sat right next to me on the couch. He put his arm around me, and I started peeling off his arm off of me. He looked at me as I left to the bathroom, and followed me. He stopped me right in the middle of the hallway, and said.

"Don`t you ever walk away from me again, I let yesterday slip by but not this time. I know I fucked up Mark, and I'm sorry you saw me fucking that boy. Will you forgive me Mark."

"DAD! YOU SAID YOU LOVED HIM MORE THEN ME. WHAT THE FUCK YOU EXPECT ME TO DO! IF YOU WANTED SOME TIGHT ASS YOU COULD HAVE HAD MINE THE WHOLE TIME. DON'T YOU KNOW DAD THAT SINCE THE DAY YOU SLEPT WITH ME NAKED THE NIGHT OF YOUR POKER GAME I'VE PRAYED TO GOD TO LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK! YOU ASSHOLE I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU! DON'T YOU EVER COME NEAR ME AGAIN FUCKING ASSHOLE.

I quickly ran to my room, and just went ballistic I threw every thing in sight around. I broke every piece of glass that was in my room, I pulled the dresser out of the shelf and threw it against the wall leaving huge gaps in the walls, I pulled the bed mattress and threw it against the window instantly breaking it. My dad came running in after me, and tackled me to the ground.

"CALM DOWN MARK."

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME, NOW YOU BASTARD. LET GO OF MY FUCKING ARMS NOW.

No matter what I did he had me pinned down.

"Just listen to me Mark! <crying> I am so sorry son, I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me."

"NO NOW LET ME THE FUCK UP." I

I managed to get free of his grips, and ran to get the suitcase I had packed.

"I was supposed to be that boy you were fucking, not him. I am your only child, and you betrayed me father. So why the fuck should I listen to you. You brought this amongst yourself, and I hate you and that fucking fagot kid you were fucking for him interfering with our relationship, so you just go fuck your self dad."

I heard my father fall to his knees and say.

"PLEASE MARK DON'T GO, IM BEGGING YOU, DON'T GO PLEASE I LOVE YOU! MARRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKK."

I slammed the front door, and headed to Uncle Franks house.

To Be Continued!!

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