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When he woke up, he knew he had to eat something. For three days, nothing but water has stilled his hunger, and you could see it. His whole body was sore, he was shaking with every single move he attempted to do, and he knew that if he didn't eat something, he'd pass out on his bedroom floor.

After struggling to take himself downstairs for ten minutes, he entered the kitchen. Everything around him seemed to move in slow motion. His mood fell remarkably when he saw that the dining table was occupied by the monster that called himself Kouyous father.

He looked up at the boy from his beer and TV-guide.

- Did I give you permission to come downstairs?

Kouyou shook his head slowly.

- Then why are you here?

- I.. I'm..

So afraid, so scared, why won't my body stop shaking, why won't I stop stuttering?

- Well..? Answer me, idiot.

- Hu.. Hungry.

A content smile entered the monsters face.

- Ohh, so faggot is hungry, eh?

With all his might, Kouyou managed to nod.

- Too bad that the refridgirator only contains food that's mine.

- B-but..  The metally taste of his blood came back.  I be-beg you.. Please.. Father?

The smile just grew bigger.

- I can't afford throwing my money away on feeding a maggot like you. You're not my son.

His throat felt thick, he knew he was about to cry.

- Go find something in the trash can. That's what cockroaches eat, right? Garbage.

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