WARNING Some chapters may be too graphic for younger readers. The first few chapters will be short, but I'm working on that. Please review and tell me what you think!

My name is Shawn Spencer, I'm twenty-eight years old and I was raped every day from the ages of eleven to fifteen not by my mother or father… but my science teacher. I have a photographic memory, meaning I remember every little detail of every "Fun time" we had. My science teacher would fail me to convince the principal that I needed private lessons during and after school. Sometimes he would pull me out of class saying he needed to talk to me or he needed my help. And every day I let him; I didn't fight or scream I knew it would just get worse. But the worst was on my fifteenth birthday.

Santa Barbra, February 22 1992

"Happy birthday buddy," Gus clapped my back and I smiled. We walked down the hallway, all of my friends wishing me a happy day. "Do you feel different?" Gus opened his blue locker while I stood alongside him.

"No, not really." I told him and he nodded. Gus grabbed his books, and then we walked towards homeroom.

"Shawn wait!" we turned, Tam was running towards us. Tam was shorter than the other kids in our grade. His glasses kept slipping down his nose, "Mr. Sullivan wants to see you." He said. I froze, and Gus frowned, "Why does he want to see Shawn? We don't have him today." Gus looked at me.

"Uh… thanks Tam." I nodded and started to walk away. Gus grabbed my arm and he searched my face. "Are you okay?" he asked I nodded and told him to go into the class. I'd be there soon. Gus and Tam walked into the room, while I headed towards my doom. I walked out of the building and headed over to the science class rooms. I opened the door and walked down the quite hall over to Sullivan's room. I knocked three times before he said, "Come in." I walked into the room.

I shut the door, locked it and put my stuff by the door as usual. My body now acted on autopilot. I didn't know what I was doing half of the time. "In here," his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I walked into the back room where he was. Sullivan was sitting on his desk, his shirt on the floor and his shoes underneath the chair. I could clearly see his growing erection against his pants.

He slid off of the desk and commanded me to take of my shirt; I did as I was told. My mind drifting off and noticing things around the small office.

Three pencils in his pencil cup, four used pens in the trash can, the date on the board was two weeks wrong.

I cringed as my shirt hit the floor. Sullivan stretched out his arms and started roaming around my chest. He gripped my shoulder and said his next command. "Take off the pants." I reached down on undid my belt, letting my pants fall to the floor, leaving me in my boxers.

"Today is going to be fun," he purred stroking up and down my chest, moving to my legs. "Do you know why?" I shook my head, "Today's your birthday isn't it?" I nodded. "A boys fifteenth birthday is a special one, you know why? It's when a boy becomes a man. And I'm going to give you a great welcome, to the real world."

His face became angry and he shoved me onto my knees. My eyes were level with his crotch. He unbuttoned his pants, and slid them down his legs. I let out a little sob when his erection broke from its confines. "Oh don't whine! It's going to be fun, a thing to remember!" he then pulled open my mouth and forced his penis into my mouth.

Dust bunnies growing under the desk, the clock telling me I'd been here only for ten minutes.

Not only did I remember my surroundings, I remembered what his dick looked like. From the hairs at the top, to the unsightly mole on the shaft. I closed my eyes and couldn't but think, This is enough. I've had enough. I knew I wouldn't be able to do much. The man had at least one-hundred pounds on me, and a foot taller. I was small for my age, not as small as Tam but I was only eighty pounds.

My parents couldn't figure out why I was small. I wasn't short, but I was skinny and weak. Making me an easy target for the pedophile Sullivan. The only time I could possibly hurt him, was when his most sensitive area was in my mouth. Before I could think it through, I clamped down on his cock. My teeth biting into the hard flesh, he roared. Wither in pain or pleasure I'm not sure of. He pushed me back, my head and neck snapping onto the floor. My sight became bleary and I felt liquid by my head. "Shit!" Sullivan cursed quickly getting dressed. I then felt him next to me, dressing me up. I closed my eyes and didn't wake up again.

When I did I was in the hospital, my mother was sitting beside me, her hand clutching mine. My father was by the door talking to Sullivan. "I don't know what happened. One minute I was telling him about his grades and then he just fell. I couldn't stop him; he just collapsed and hit the ground." Sullivan shook his head pretending to be upset.

"Well thankfully you were there to help him, we owe you so much." Dad and Sullivan shook hands. I whimpered, drawing attention from my mom and dad. "Goose," mom stood up and kissed my forehead. "Are you alright?" Dad was at my side in seconds. I tried so hard not to cry, I knew if I cried Sullivan would get what he wanted. He was by the door giving me a smile. The smile seemed to say: This isn't over. I'll be back for you and when I do, you'll wish you never lived.

What you guys think? Not like other stories but hey, we all needs some sadness in our lives.