[Kitarun]

Rune went to bed after he finished copying out the notes for Luck. He'd stuck them into an empty binder for the teen, and put it into his backpack with the rest of his homework somhe wouldn't forget it in the morning. He changed quickly, shutting his door almost all the way, and turned the light off, crawling into bed. Thankfully it seemed to be a peaceful night for both him and his father. Likely- hopefully- the man was passed out in front of the tv, and would stay there.

Rune woke part way through the night to a weight atop of him. His eyes widened, and he struggled briefly, before stilling after a hard slap across the face, and a harsh voice telling him things would only be worse if he didn't just take it. He laid there, tears silently running down his face as his father had his way with him once more.

In reality it didn't take long, but to Rune it felt like an eternity. His father finally left, stroking his hair lightly, alcohol-scented breath in his face as he told him what a good boy he was. Once he'd left, Rune curled up, letting himself cry some more, ashamed and sticky with sweat and... He didn't want to think about what else was on him. After a while, he picked himself up off of the bed with a whimper, stripping the sheets off the bed before heading for the washroom, limping a bit. He got into the shower, turning the water on hot, scrubbing himself clean before letting himself slide down the wall, curling up on himself, just letting the hot water soak him, turning his skin red with the heat, hoping it would wash away the shame with everything else. It never did, though.