Chapter 1

Joey was sitting on his bed reading a comic book. His brother Frank was playing outside while Joey had to stay inside. His mother’s brother was staying with them and Joey had been bad earlier, throwing his ball around. He had broken a vase and was confined inside for the weekend. He sighed, bored to death. He jumped up from his bed and went to his play-box. His mother stepped in.

“Joey, honey, I’m going out for awhile. Frank has a dental appointment and I asked my brother to watch you, we’ll be back later. Dad is supposed to call later.”

Joey smiled at his mother, “Okay mama. Is Uncle Tony going to make lunch?”

His mother nodded and Joey watched them leave. He went back to his toys. He heard his door open and turned, seeing his uncle standing there.

“Hi Uncle Tony, want to play with me?” Joey said, pointing at his toy soldiers.

His uncle smiled, and said to Joey, “I would like to play with you. How about I pick a game?”

Joey nodded eagerly. He liked learning new games.

“This is called Peek and Show. I get to peek and you will show.” Tony said.

Joe didn’t like the way his uncle said that and he shook his head, “I want to play toy soldiers.” Joe started.

His uncle shook his head and said sternly, “We are going to play my game. It will be our secret. I want to be nice to you Joey. I don’t want to have to hurt your brother if you don’t do as I say.”

Joe’s lip trembled as his uncle pulled him closer and pulled his pants down and started touching him. Tears started to fall. He was scared.

He stepped away, “No, I don’t want you to touch me, let me go.”

Joey was scared. His uncle was bigger and Joe was scared for his brother. “Joey, do you want me to make Frank dead? So he can never protect you? You can’t tell anyone Joey. This is our little secret.”

Joey pulled away again, crying out as his uncle squeezed his arm real hard, and after a couple of minutes, the phone rang. His uncle cursed and got up. Joey pulled his pants up and ran to his closet and stayed in there. He was scared.

Joe was sitting at the dinner table, watching his uncle laugh and eat. His mother had come home awhile ago, and his uncle’s words went through his head as he looked from his uncle to his big brother. He didn’t want his big brother to die, not for him. He figured if he told his mother, it would be alright.

That night, when his mother came into his room to read him a story, he said to her, “Mama, can I tell you something?”

Then he looked at Frank’s room as his mother replied, “Sure sweetie, what’s wrong,” seeing him glance at the door that adjourns his brother’s room.

She replies softly, “Frank is downstairs with Uncle Tony. What do you want to tell me?”

Joe was worried, “Mama, Uncle Tony did something bad to me. He was touching me in my pants. He said not to tell.”

Joe waited for his mom to say she would make him leave but Laura was mad.

“WHAT! Why are you lying? You don’t say anything like that Joseph Hardy! Don’t lie.” And then she spanked Joe. Joe was crying and shocked at his mother’s response and he laid there crying. He looked at his mother, “Don’t ever lie again. My brother would never do that! Go to sleep and think about what you have said.”

Joe was left in the dark. He soon cried himself to sleep. That night, his uncle came for a visit and molested him and soon left.

Chapter 2

Two weeks had gone bye. Joe had refused to go anywhere with his Uncle Tony. Every night, his uncle came to his room since that fateful afternoon, and proceeded to molest him. Joe tried again to tell his mother but she spanked him and said he was a liar.

Joe was so happy. He just heard his mother say that Uncle Tony was going to leave. He was happy the whole day and when he watched his uncle leave, he was relieved. He soon became the enthusiastic young boy who craved life.

Almost a year went by when Joey came home from school to find his uncle in the living room. He stopped in shock, memories flowing through his brain.

“W….h.h…..w…h..what …are….y…you..do…doing h..here?” Joe said, stuttering again. He used to stutter when he first was abused and he was 8 now.

It was nearly Christmas and his uncle just sat there looking at him, “Hello Joey, I’m back for the Christmas Break.”

Joe was suddenly feeling a little sick.

“Where’s mama?” He asked quietly as he put his books and his report card summary on the counter. He suddenly didn’t feel proud of himself anymore. He ran home to show his mama and papa the A’s he got in school. Frank had hockey practice.

“Laura went out to get some grub. Come here boy, I missed you. Did you tell anyone our secret? You know what happens if you do.” Joe nodded and his lips trembled as he went to sit with his uncle.

“I hate you!” Joe said as he felt his Uncle’s hand open his pants and put his hand inside. Tears slipped down his cheeks.

Chapter 3

Joe was on the sidelines, keeping himself a small distance away from his friends, his brother’s friends.

“Frank has lots of friends doesn’t he? Frank made his friends like you. They just put up with you.” His uncle’s voice kept going thru his head and he started to feel differently about his friends. He couldn’t know for sure if they were friends with him or if they are putting up with him for the sake of Frank. “No one likes you, not even your parents. Let me guess, you told your mama and she got mad at you.”

Joe felt the tears start to build up and he couldn’t stay and watch his brother play hockey anymore. He took off and eventually went home.

Over the next five years, Joe had been molested by his uncle. During the past two years had been forced to give his uncle blow jobs. He was still a small boy. He hadn’t grown much and didn’t eat much anymore. His parents and brother have been trying to get him to eat more. He dreaded the dark nights now, sleeping with a night light. He hated that he was being such a baby lately and he knew Frank was worried. He was 13 years old and he watched instead of join now. He went home and slipped inside. He saw his uncle in the kitchen, and was hoping that he didn’t notice him. He went into his room and locked both doors. He laid on his bed, looking out the window. Then he moved again. He sat up, pulling his chair over to his window and looked out. A bird flew by. Joe smiled faintly when he realized it was Jacob, the bird he cared for two years ago. It was just a baby, and Joe raised it until it was strong enough, finally letting it free when it was able to fly on its own.

‘Free… what a word. I’m lost in my own world.’ Joe thought as he watched Jacob fly in front of his window. Then he heard the heavy footsteps of his uncle coming up the stairs. He shuddered, but was thankful his father got the locks on his door. He heard his uncle curse as he tried to open the door. Then the pounding started. Joe started to tremble.

“YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW BOY!”

Joe stayed silent, trembling. He wished he was dead now. He didn’t want to live anymore. The door suddenly opened and Joe cowered.

“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LOCK ME OUT BOY!” his uncle yelled.

Joe was backhanded across the face hard. Joe cried out, whimpering as his uncle towered over him. “Every time I come to visit, you try to run and hide, and every time I punish you. You’d think you’d learn by now,” Uncle Tony yelled at him.

Joe whimpered as he felt the blows rain down on him. He lay there on the floor… the punches and kicks hurting him so much. He was crying now… too weak to move as his uncle lifted him up and carried him to his bed. He whimpered as he felt his clothes being removed. He let himself lay still as his uncle cummed on him. Joe opened his eyes, looking at his uncle and seeing the withering dick. He shut them again. He felt the cum all over his stomach, dripping towards his private area.

His uncle snarled, “You better leave your door open tonight.” With those words, his uncle left the room.

Joe slowly made his way to the bathroom and took a shower. The shower was as hot as he could take it.

Chapter 4

Three years later...

Joe ran into the house, “Mom, Dad, guess what?” Joe said excitably as his mom came into the living room.

“What honey?”

Joe smiled gleefully, “I found what I want for my birthday.”

His parents grinned at him and he smiled back. “A ticket to go and see Eminem in concert. He’s going to be at New York City for a show. I really want to go. Can I?”

His parents chuckled, “Sure son. I’ll get right on it. Oh, just so you know, your mother’s brother is coming to live with us for awhile. He just lost his job so Laura invited him here.”

Joe’s smile faded. He hasn’t heard from his uncle Tony in over three years. He remembered what had happened last time.

Joe shook and said, “Oh, okay.” And he turned and went to his room.

Frank came home later on that day. “Hi Frank,” Joe called out from his room.

Frank smiled as he entered his room. “Hey little brother! How was your day?”

Joe looked at his older brother and forced a smile on his face, “Nothing exciting happened today except I told mom and dad what I want for my birthday.”

Frank smiled, concerned at his lack of emotion in his voice, asked, “Well, what’s wrong then? You don’t sound like yourself.”

Joe scowled, “So what! Can’t I sound different!?” Joe jumped up from his bed, suddenly angry. He hated himself for feeling like this.

Frank was shocked at the anger in his brother’s voice. “Joe, what’s wrong?”

Joe scowled, “Get out of my room. I don’t want you to come in here anymore.”

Frank was hurt. “Joe, what’s wrong? I thought you’d be excited. You’ll be 17 soon.”

Joe yelled, “GET OUT!”

Frank silently left the room. He was wondering what was wrong with his brother.

“Dad, do you know why Joe is so angry?”

Fenton shook his head, “No. I noticed he was suddenly withdrawn after we told him that we would get him his gift, and his uncle would be staying with us.”

Frank smiled when he heard the news, “Uncle Tony is coming? Cool, do you think he’ll bring me to those cool shows he took me to as a kid?”

Laura smiled, “Most likely. He’s going to be grumpy also and frustrated. He just lost his job at the school so tread lightly.”

Frank nodded and went to his room. He sat on his bed after he grabbed his journals. He thought about his uncle and his brother, noticing that Joe was always withdrawn around the visits. He looked back at his entry when Joe was six. Frank smiled at his messy writing, glad Joe didn’t see it because Joe would tease him. Frank read the entry when his Uncle first visited. Nothing was wrong until four days later.

It read: Hi Journal. Joe’s in a bad mood. He was making fun of me, and dad yelled at him. Joe ran to his room crying. I don’t know why. We were playing checkers when uncle Tony asked Joe if he can play with him. Joe jumped up and kicked the pieces across the room. Dad was so angry. Joe looked sick. I ain’t supposed to talk to him till dad does so I am writing this down. I can hear Joe crying, and it hurts that he won’t tell me why, I want to talk to him, but dad won’t let me. He’ll tell me whats wrong, maybe soon. I gotta go, somebody is calling me downstairs. I’ll write more later.

Frank stared at it and puzzled. ‘Why would Joe act like that? I taught him that game. Later on, I taught him Chess too. He’s really good at it.’ Frank tried to remember all the times his uncle came to visit but couldn’t. Suddenly his phone rang and it was Callie. He started to chat, forgetting about the problem with Joe.

Chapter 5

Joe wanted to scream or hit something…anything to get his frustrations out. He started to pace the room. He looked at his pictures on his wall, posters of Eminem stood out. He frowned and put on some songs by Eminem. He played Stan. He listened to the lyrics and smiled as he said, “I’ll write to him. He could help me!” He started to write, wondering what to say.

So far it said,

‘Dear Eminem, well, Marshall Mathers. I am a pretty big fan of yours. I listen to your music a lot now. I’m so depressed. I know why and I need your help.

Please Em, I need some help. I can’t tell my family and I’m afraid that I will just kill myself just to lose myself from this pain. I am close to my family but they won’t believe me. I know I shouldn’t be telling you this, I should talk to the police or my own family but it’s hard. You seem to understand a lot of shit and went through a lot. God, I hope you never went through the shit I’m about to tell you. Please forgive me for telling you this shit, please. I just need to tell someone!!!!!!!!!

There is no God to give me judgment now. My uncle has been molesting me for years, ever since I was little. He told me if I told anyone, wrote it down, anything, he would kill my older brother. I believe him. He has beaten me up when I fought back. He killed my pet at my uncle’s house when I was forced to stay there when my brother got sick. I knew he was serious. What should I do? I am going nuts. I want to kill him but I am afraid of him. I am sorry for telling you this, but I’m slowly dying here. I need to die and go away. I wish you can help me Em, really, please, just tell me what to do. I’m old enough to fight back but he would kill me if I did.

Joe

PS: Em, please don’t tell anyone. I wish I can see you in concert and meet ya live. You are the greatest in my eyes, and I hope someday, you’ll find peace from all those who annoy, make ya mad, all that shit! You need space too man, try to go to small towns and all, they work the best.

I hope you find Peace, a fan, Joe

Joe put his pen down and started to put it in a envelope. He wrote down his address and the address of his next tour and went downstairs. He ignored the calls of his parents as he left the house and got onto his motorcycle and took off.