Warning: Child abuse, statutory rape, strong language, and incest.
A Families' Secret
A Father's Comfort
( Minato) POV
She's so faithful. I don't think she loves me anymore but I'm fine with that . . .
I never felt anything for her . . .
The front door slams & I know it's Naruto. I run my fingers through my wife's hair as I hear my son stumble up the steps. When my son's bedroom door slams shut I slip out of bed.
I knock gently, then, not waiting for an answer, let myself in. I wish I never had. . . .
The moment I lay my eyes on him all the blood in my body rushes to my groin. He is wearing skin tight black jeans & combat boots. There is a ring on every finger & one necklace after another hanging around his neck. His red shirt lay forgotten on the floor. His bronze skin is glowing in the moonlight. But something turns me off.
"What do you want?" Your tone is short. You sound so very exhausted. Whatever you have been doing these last three days you've been missing has worn you out.
"What the fuck happened to your face?" His eye is near swollen shut and his cheek is badly bruised. I make a move towards him but he turns away.
"It's none of your concern."
"Naruto?" He's already pissing me off & we've barely talked.
"It's not like you care."
"Just. . . " I struggle to rein in my emotions (mainly anger). "Just tell me. Please?"
Naruto chuckled bitterly. "Well, 'Dad', one of my many 'friends' decided to take a page out of your book. When something wasn't given freely he took it by force."
"Naruto You can't mean…?"
I've heard Naruto cry a hundred times but when I heard that wet, desperate, heart-wrenching sob tear through his throat, my own lust for once not clouding my mind, I think I'll break.
"It's bad enough when you . . .but now another . . . I can't, I just . . ."
I walk up & give him a hug from behind.
"No, not, not right now. Please, no . . ."
"Shh, it's okay I don't want, I'm not going to . . . Just let me hold you. If not to comfort you then do it for me."
Naruto laughs, this cold dead laugh. "Why are you such a selfish bastard?"
It may not be a serious question but I answer it seriously. "I don't know. Maybe because before you nobody ever told me no so I was allowed to be."
Naruto's only response is a "Hmm."
I pull him over to bed his mother made and pull down the covers before I lay down dragging Naruto with me. Before we're even settled he is sleep.
I look at Kushina make the bed in the mirror as I fix my tie. "Naruto came home last night."
She knows. It's the reason she woke up in bed alone…
I watch as she puts a tray of sandwiches down and picks up the tray from this morning. "Did father tell you?"
"Naruto, please." She sounds agitated. Like I give a shit. "I was raped."
"Naruto, please, I don't want to hear about you and your father."
That's the first time she admitted that what father does is rape. "I'm not talking about father, it was someone else."
Her eyes bulge. "What?", She nearly screams.
"I was raped." I say calmly
"What? By whom? When? Did you call the police?"
"Raped. You don't know him. Yesterday. No."
"Why? Why wouldn't you call the police?"
"I don't know. It never occurred to me. Humph . . . I guess father trained me well."
"Oh my . . ." She collapses in my computer chair the dishes on the tray rattle sharply.
I stare at her for a moment and I don't know why I say what I do but I'll never regret it.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"What?" She looks confused but she's not fooling anyone.
"Why? You had to see the, the blood, cum on my sheets, my underwear. You had to know something was wrong."
"I . . ." She trails off and I know she has no way to defend herself.
"I remember when I was in the 6th grade you were called to the school because brother got into a fight. He only got the smallest little scratch on his cheek but you freaked. You cussed the teacher out for allowing it to happen, screeched at the kid for daring to touch your son and nearly punched the principal for telling you to calm down. But at nine I got blood drenched sheets and I literally can't walk because of the pain and you can't even raise your voice. Do I really mean so little to you?"
"No! Oh course not!"
"Then why? Why?"
"I . . . I . . . I really should wash these dishes." I watch you get up and make your way towards the door.
I mentally beg her to turn back, to say something to look at me. You never do. When you leave you close the door behind you.
The numers vary but it is agreed by all specialist that once a person is raped they are more likely to be raped again