It was no secret that your father was an alcoholic. He had always been. And he drank all the time. Often he'd invite his friends over to drink or smoke. Somehow the nights always ended up the same - your father sexualizing you, too drunk off his ass to know what he was saying.

Now, your dad and James sat on the couch, drinking, smoking and talking. You were still awake and walked down to grab a glass of water. Unfortunately you were too tired to put on anything else than what you were wearing. So you walked downstairs wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and an oversized t-shirt.

Your father looked up at you. He laughed drunkly and smirked. "Look if it isn't my.. favoriteee pretty little boy. Come sit on daddy's lap will you? Be a good boy for me.." He slurred. You remained silent and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You walked out of the kitchen and started heading upstairs again.

Your father looked at you with a smirk and turned to James. "Have a look at that sweet ass, my friend.. isn't that such beauty?" James glared at the man, shooting him a warning look.