Charles Manson

"Don't you dare yell at me child! That's all you are to me, a waste of clean air!!" Dad stepped forward and smacked Tyler into the bathroom mirror. Mom was trying to calm him down, "Please Charlie! Stop it, he didn't mean to--"

"Are you talking back to me woman!?" dad yelled back and gave her a cold hard stare, the kind of stare that could freeze fire. If you learn anything fast in this diabolical family it's that you never, ever talk back to dad.

I stopped calling him "dad" when I was 5; I am 18 now. He says he loves us and he does this to help us. he goes out of the house at 4:00pm everyday, and he goes to the bar till about 11:00pm.

I feel sorrier for my mom, she's the one who has to sleep with him; at least I can make up a happy place and escape from this nightmare! I am no longer a virgin, and I blame it all on Charlie!! My brother and I have a different sibling relationship, I love him and he loves me but.we are forced to do more than brotherly, sisterly stuff.

10 years earlier.

"C'mon Tyler he'll be home any minute!" I have always been the paranoid type. Especially since we have laws in this house, one of which we are breaking right now, "Never go into our room, at anytime, for anything!" That's what my mom always tells us when she has to go out for groceries. It is 10:50pm and my dad will be expected back from the bar anytime now.mother is busy cleaning the house spotless for if she doesn't he will punish her!

" I can't find it!" he looked at me and I could tell he was scared.

" We are so screwed! If dad finds it." I didn't even have to finish that sentence we both knew what would happen if dad found us in his room, but we lost our baseball and it was either try to find it now and hope not to get caught, or let dad find it and get punished! We both forget what kind of punishments there are; although, it's hard to memorize them all dad changes them all the time. We both looked at each other with worried eyes, and then we heard dad pull up and we knew we were going to be dead for being in the room.so we scrambled out of the room and assumed the position.

Every time dad walks into the house he likes to see us lined side-by-side so he can frisk us and make sure we didn't steal anything or have anything we aren't supposed to.

"Fucking assholes! Oh, yeah it's my homosexual family"

"Hello dear, have fun at the bar?"

"Shut the fuck up you Dyke!" I attempted to step forward but mom shot me a cold hard glare and I knew that meant to just stand there and wait for dad to wobble into the room and pass out till 2:00am that's when he goes to get Tyler, I think to cut the wood or something.

I heard footsteps march past my door; I rolled over and checked my watch I have hidden under my bed, I took it from some old man in the market, and I turned on the indiglo light.2:00am, right on time.

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Tyler leaned in and whispered to me "I have to talk to you after lunch"

After lunch Tyler and I snuck out of the house and went behind the old beat up shed to talk.

"Well? What's wrong?" My curiosity edging at me

"Kelly do you ever notice I have to go out of the house every morning at 2:00am?" as he spoke I noticed he was really scared.

"What about it?" my curiosity increasing by the minute.

"Dad.does stuff to me." as he spoke he put his head down in shame.

"What do you mean? I thought you just went to chop wood"

"He rapes me Kelly!" that was one of the few times he actually yells at me.

I couldn't react, I couldn't think.

"You fuck heads! Get your Asses in here!" Dad doesn't talk, he yells; but that's not what scares me.what scares me is that it is 3:58pm and dad is still home, dad NEVER gives up his booze for anything!

"We are going to do something different today, it occurred to me last night that I have a son and daughter that are only a year apart and to top it all off, my son is the oldest!"

Tyler and I looked at each other with fear in our eyes.what could be more important to Dad then going to the bar?

"Follow me to the shed." he walked over to the shed taking big strides, we followed along in a melancholy way.

As he unlocked the shed he looked around making sure no one saw us; we walked into the shed and the stench was appalling, it was sour and sticky, and it was very stuffy. I was finding it incredibly hard to breath. As I looked around I saw, on the far right, boxes of old gardening tools, shovels, old bikes, rusty pitchforks; but I noticed a video camera and a sort of stage with a painted background that had the scene of an old warehouse.

"You can undress over there." he pointed to the corner with a blanket as our only privacy, we still had no idea what was going on but we did know something for sure, never disobey dad!

As we walked to the corner I managed to get a word to Tyler, "do you know what he's going to make us do?" I was hoping he knew because the idea of dad seeing me naked was eerie and it made me disgusted.

"I have an idea." The way he said that made me feel uneasy about this whole situation.

I walked over to the corner and started to unbutton my corduroy shirt and let it fall to the floor and I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and let them slid off to the floor also. Letting my silk black bra, and my silk matching panties be seen, mom had a thing about little girls looking more "mature" as she put it...so she went out and bought me a whole bunch of panties and underwear, not like I asked her to...they are very uncomfortable and I prefer not to ware them! I reached behind me and unbuttoned my bra, and then I slid off my panties. I looked up and saw Charlie's eyes widen with delight, it made me feel ill. Tyler came out from his little corner and looked up at me with his shy, shameful baby blue eyes; naked as the day he was born. I felt so bad, but what could I do? I was being as much violated as him...

I turned around and dropped the blanket that was used to cover us up, once i dropped it that there was no turning back.

Charlie walked up to me and I flinched as he raised his big hairy arm to take my blanket.that figures, he just can't wait to expose my young 8yr. old body!

I never really thought of Charlie as a father figure. I always read those nice books with fathers that came home from work and played with his kids and later on that night they would sit down by the fireplace and read from a book, while drinking coco and eating chips.

Sigh but that was only a dream, then I face reality: I have a big hairy father, named Charlie, that beats my mother, Darlene, and slaves his kids; I wish I could help her, but right now I have big enough problems.

Charlie snatched the blanket off of me and his eyes lit up with gleam as he looked over my little body.and then he smiled and ordered Tyler to come over to me and start kissing me and hugging me, while Charlie filmed it all.he laughed " I don't know why I never though of this, I am going to make big bucks!"

Day after day we would go to the shed, and he gave us a role to act and we would act it out.by now I had become pretty good at pretending. All the girls at school would ask me how my brother was and if he was good in bed I just pretended to not have a clue what they were talking about, but secretly my stomach churned at the reality of it, which was: they were right.

Tyler was unusually quiet when we were walking home from school today. "What's wrong?" I asked in a concerned voice, but I was only really going to half listen because I had my own problems and it was probably about sports or some dumb thing.

Then he stopped walking, he looked down and when he raised his head his beautiful soft blonde hair floated across his left eye. I laughed and folded it behind his ear like I always do. But then he grew serious: "Kelly? I think I am in love with you." he dropped his head in shame.

My laugh caught dead in my throat, "you---you what?" I swallowed hard; I really was having a hard time digesting what he had just told me.

Again he lifted his head and his hair floated across his left eye, but this time I never fixed it, "I love you Kelly, like a boyfriend loves his girlfriend; I tried out for the football team today." he looked hard into my eyes

"Really? Well how did you do?" I said hopefully, I was just relieved for a change in subject, "yes, but they said they don't take people on their team that fuck their sisters"

Then he looked down again, and started walking.I said nothing for the rest of the way, and it was a 20min walk home. When we got home Charlie was on the phone, it sounded like he was talking to someone really important; mother walked up to us and pulled us aside: "your father is on the phone with Hollywood! This is great; this is the break we've been asking for." she looked so happy, her tired old blue eyes filled with cheer. "Yes, but do you know why he's on the phone with Hollywood?" I asked hoping mom knew what Charlie was doing to us in that old shed sigh the shed.ever time I look at it I shudder.

"Well, your father has finally discovered his talent.he is going to be a producer, and you two are going to act for him.he is setting up an account with them now so they will send him proper props and a better stage.it will be great!" she jumped up and down, she was so excited.who were we to ruin that?

Later on that night shortly after dinner, which was delicious, mom made pizza.dad took us out to the shed.

I still was very sore, for Charlie started being the "actor" and he would make Tyler film us sometimes.Charlie would undress himself and he would push his big, hairy, sweaty, smelly naked body against me, letting me feel his manliness. Then he would lift me up and enter me, I would always scream out in pain for he would just ram it in and out like he was riding a horse, causing me to bleed of course, and he would smack me and twist my nipples making me cry, he said it added to the scene and it turned him on; every time I made a cry he would push himself harder into me ripping my insides apart.then he would reach his climax and throw me on the floor. I would just lie there for hours crying and cussing to myself.I was too sore and tired to move all I would think about was my stories, and how they must have these kinds of problems with their perfect father: I would imagine the father tucking them in and when the mother was asleep he would come to the kids rooms and have his way with them.and no one would tell.

Soon Tyler would come back into the shed to check on me, and I would usually ignore him till he went away; I guess I sort of blamed him for filming the videos and not helping me instead.but deep down inside I knew there was no way he could stop Charlie.

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Tomorrow I will celebrate my 18th birthday; this abuse has been going on for 10 years.

I have went through 12 abortions, and 6 miscarriages. I have gonorrhea, and a couple other STD's that I don't know the names and frankly, don't give a damn.

Tyler and I, we love each other, yes it may be sick but I don't give two shits what you think about my life or what you think about me!

Well, here I stand; freezing my ass off, I am on my way for another abortion.this time it is Tyler's baby not Charlie's. I am tempted to just run away and stop making these stupid movies that have made Charlie millions.but if I did that he would hunt me down.

I really don't want to give this baby up, I bleed for so long afterwards and I gain weight, and I also fill very ill for two weeks after the operation. We have our own special doctor to do these things.there is no way in hell that any other doctor would allow for this behavior. Anyways here I am waiting for the train.I can see my breath and my cheeks are bright red, I am wearing old finger gloves that have no tips on them; my coat is old and smells of moth balls.I have no idea what material it is, it has patches of green and pink and yellow, my mother is trying very hard to save this coat.

I bet your thinking, "why would you have to save a coat if you are a millionaire?" well for one thing I am not the millionaire, Charlie is the one with all the money and he really hates to share the profit; and secondly mother says, "if we buy you nice things you are just going to become a spoiled brat and ruin your character for the movies your father films!" what does she know? She is so clueless she doesn't even know what Charlie's movies are about! And she never bothers to ask. Not like I care, I don't care about anything these days.

I pulled Tyler aside, "I am pregnant," the way I said that sounded so hollow.

"Yes, so what else is new?" Tyler had been the type to not care, a sort of free floater, although he had turned into such an asshole lately; He was kind of acting like.Charlie.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down, "well, this time I might not get rid of it. And this time its your kid too!" when I finished saying that he looked at me with a disappointed angry look.it took my by surprise; then he walked up to me and grabbed my shoulders violently and looked deep into my eyes, "Kelly, there is no way you are going to keep this baby! I love you, but I also love having sex with you; the way dad does it makes it ok to have sex with you, you can't ruin my life! YOU HAVE TO ABORT!!!"

Whoa! That was scary Tyler never yells at me, he loves me.something is wrong I mean I know I said he was an asshole but even for Tyler that was pretty low! No there is something else bothering him, but what?

"Well, I was kind of thinking we could.steal some money from Charlie and get out of town and just, live our lives with our new baby" I gave him a welcoming smile.I was hoping that would change his mind.

"WHAT! How stupid to you think I am? No, no how stupid are you? I though you were actually smart.I guess not! Now move out of my way you stupid bitch!" he grunted and stormed past me; and then he turned around and his face went red with rage again, "and you had better take care of that little problem.or I'll be forced to take matters into my own hands!" then he punched his fist into his opened hand.that was how he was going to get rid of our baby? What has happened?

Then I ran to my room and cried into my pillow for an hour and fell asleep.shortly after 1am Charlie came into my room and turned on my light, I squinted trying to adjust my eyes to the light; he stepped forward looked around my room in disgrace, I just remembered it had been a couple years since he was in my room. "Get dressed! Dressing rehearsal has started early today." he chuckled at what was supposed to be a joke I guess. I got up and rubbed my eyes, to try and wake up a little bit. Thank god I've graduated!

Anyways, so I dragged myself out of bed and put on some jeans and an old shirt.then I walked out of the house towards the shed and I yawned more then five times that I can count before I actually reached the shed.when I got there I was in for a surprise.

Tyler was already naked and Charlie was too, " your going to film us two today."

I looked at Tyler with sympathy.I can't believe he is going to do this.I mean I know Tyler had told me Charlie was doing this, but now I am going to film this disgusting act!?

I walked over to Tyler, "Tyler did you really mean what you said? Do you really love me?" He looked at Charlie who was busy with the props.then he took me aside, "yes, of course I love you and sorry for snapping at you lately.and before. I just got scared

You know, you were all like talking about having a baby and stealing from Charlie and it, well it upset me.but look Kelly I really need your help please!" he looked so desperate. I know Charlie must have raped him a thousand times, and that's why he is who he is today but this time was different, he was really scared, then I saw Charlie pull out a bat and a chainsaw.

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This was my very first story that I wrote -- its also my oldest! I am considering adding another chapter but I want to get some reviews first. I mean why waste my time in adding to a story that isn't appreciated. It has very sad plot but its true, its not like this stuff doesn't actually go on in this world.

Anyway please review!