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Make It Okay Again

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I whimpered as I was awoken from my sleep, the strong smell of pee clinging to my skin.

I had wet the bed. 

A dark figure stood at the door his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door post.

“Well, you’ve gone and made a fine mess of yourself, haven’t you.” The voice said and i recoiled higher to the top of my bed, trying to get away from that voice that pried at you and just wanted more than it should.

“Come on Pup. Don’t just lie there in your filth.” He said walking into the room and i could see his face highlighted through the light coming in through the blinds.

“Hey pup!” I looked up to see my dad standing at the door and Uncle Peter stepped to the side.

“Another nightmare?” He asked and I nodded, letting him pick me up.

Anything to get me away from Uncle Peter.

Daddy took me to the bath tub and I cleaned myself before he took me in his and Papa’s room to snuggle up with them.

Uncle Peter was left to clean my mess.

I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, even though i didn’t want to be and i knew there was a 99 percent chance daddy would be able to tell I wasn’t asleep.

“Something’s wrong Derek. He’s been potty trained for two years.” Papa whispered and I kept my eyes closed.

“Kids have accidents Stiles.” He whispered and i could feel it in my Papa’s heartbeat. He knew that something was up, and knowing him, he’d get to the bottom of it.

I pressed my face into his shoulder, knowing it’d derail the conversation and he reached out, rubbing his hands down my arms.


Uncle Peter scared me. He liked to play games that weren’t fun at all, and he liked to take funny pictures.

He only played like this with me, he said I was special and that Erica couldn’t play the games. He also said that I couldn’t tell Erica, or anyone else, because they’d get jealous.

I don’t know why anyone would be jealous that they didn’t have to play with Uncle Peter. Daddy and Papa barely liked being in the same room with Uncle Peter, let alone playing with him.


I only played with Uncle Peter when Papa and Daddy went out with the Pack to make sure everything was okay.

They did patrols like twice a week, which meant I was left with Uncle Peter who said he wasn’t able to patrol anymore.

I don’t believe him, i think he’s just a good liar.

I don’t want him to turn me into a good liar.


“Isaac, pup.” I looked up at my door.

My parents had just left, warning me and Erica to mind Uncle Peter.

Which meant sending Erica right to bed so he could ‘play’ with me.

I clenched my teeth as my heartbeat ratcheted higher.

“There’s no reason to fret, pup, i’m going to take good care of you.” He whispered before climbing onto the bed with me.


I wiped the tears from my eyes as he rubbed his scent deeper into my skin, my hair damp from his filth. He looked up from behind the camera in his hands.

“There’s no need to cry. We had fun.” He whispered, running his hands  across my lips and down my back. I felt like throwing up.

It wasn’t fun. it’d never be fun.

“Let’s get you cleaned right up.” He whispered, carrying me to the bathtub.

He wouldn’t let me wash myself.


“You had fun last night pup?” Daddy asked, his hands coming to rake through my hair and I flinched away from him, all the muscles in my body clenching up.

He withdrew his hands and I got up from the table quickly, my breakfast abandoned as i made my way to the bathroom.

“I told you something’s wrong.” Papa hissed and I heard daddy come running up the stairs.

“Isaac, what’s wrong?” He asked and i shook my head against the porcelain.

“Sick.” Was all i could manage to get out.

“We’ve got to take him to Deaton.” Daddy said and I shook my head.

“No doctors!” I yelled, knowing that no matter what i said, i’d be going to the doctor, even though Uncle Peter told me I couldn’t go to the doctor, or they’d get really mad and give me away.


I could hear them talking behind the door and i pulled my clothes closer to me.

“Daddy sounds mad, what did you do?” Erica asked as she crawled up on the table with me. She’d laid her head on my shoulder, her hair covering my mouth and her fingers drawing the triskele along my knee.

“I played some games with Uncle Peter.” I whispered and i looked up as the door opened and I was face to face with papa.

Now he knew my secret.

Papa and Daddy left really quickly after that, dropping me off at Uncle Scott’s who always let me watch cartoons.

He sat with me and Erica, but his face was sad every time I looked up at him.

Uncle Peter was wrong.

No one was jealous, everyone was just really mad or really sad.

Papa and Daddy came to get us late that night, promising me that nothing would happen to me and that Uncle Peter was gone. Papa said he’d never come back, not this time.

I hope he’s right.