DISCLAIMER! hang on... nope i still dont own yugioh

There is too much going on in my life right now, I thought as I saw the pile of untouched school work that I needed to do. Why must teachers torture us in school for 5 hours and then assign and hour's worth of homework for each class? Are they trying to kill us?

I heard the backdoor to the game shop open and close downstairs. A wave of panic shot through my body hoping beyond hope that the person entering the house was not the angry and drunk man I had learned to despise over the years.

I jumped out of seat at my desk and rushed out of my bedroom. I had to know if this was him and not some of my friends, or Yami coming home early.

I entered the kitchen and gasped at the horrifying figure standing there. He was a ruthless, high tempered, loud mouthed, strong man and if you upset him you would surely pay the consequences. I had been "taught" my lessons enough times to not disobey him but I still longed to not have him turn up at random and sending my life into turmoil again and again.

I closed my eyes not wanting to see the repulsing person that I had not seen in almost a year. I heard a low chuckle and the approach of heavy foot falls before he stopped in front of me. Yes there was no doubt about who was standing in front of me now. I only hoped that he would end all my pain now and not draw it out over the years as he has in the past.

The man was tall, muscular and pale. He had long black hair that was spiked atom his head, resembling my own hair style. The only difference between our hair was that my hair was shorter and had red tips with blond bangs. His eyes reflected the color of his soul, black. I hated this man who tortured me for so long.

He reached up and roughly grabbed my chin and forced my lavender eyes to meet his large black ones. His eyes were narrowed and looked to be angry. Oh no, I thought, I am not going to be feeling too great in a few minutes.

Then I remembered /YAMI!/ I screamed through the mind link, /Yami if you can hear me right now please, please, please, come home as quickly as you can! I know that you are at work right now but we have a HUGE problem!/ I was quivering with fear as my father drew his face close to mine.

His breath smelled of alcohol and he eyes were angry. Fearful of what he would do I close my eyes, my body quivering in fear as he grabbed the collar of my shirt and picked me up off the floor, nearly choking me in the process.

I grabbed at his wrists as he held me there. I struggled and squirmed as he slowly started to walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. I knew better than to fight back because it would only make it worse but I also knew that if I didn't fight him I would most likely die. He did after all want to kill me.

My father looked at my futile attempts to have him release me and I could see his anger grow as I did so. Why my father hated me I would be able to tell you but I know one thing is for sure, I was going to be beaten senseless and left for dead… again. Unless he finally decided he had caused me enough pain and he would just end it all now.

My eyes were closed in anticipation, waiting for him to throw the first punch. I didn't have to wait long, barely a moment later, I took a deep breath and the anticipated pain shot through my stomach as he punched me rapid fire.

He dropped me and I slumped to the floor, wrapping my arms around my head and stomach to provide some kind of protection for my vital organs. That was a feeble attempt at protection but I needed to try, I needed to be alive when Yami finally finds me.

I whimpered from the pain that shot through me every time I breathed. My father didn't hesitate to continue my "lesson" as he stopped punching me and started to kick me. He was panting now and he stopped to catch his breath for a moment before he took my arm that was covering my face and used it to fling me across the room, landing on a coffee table.

The table broke when I landed and several picture frames and some other things broke that were on the table. I felt the glass from the picture frames break and then searing pain entered my body. I didn't know how much damage the glass was doing to my body but I couldn't concentrate on the glass right now, I had to concentrate on staying conscious, just until Yami gets back…

I could feel the blood rushing like steady streams from my back, face, and arms as the glass dug deeper into my skin.

My father wasn't done with me yet and he started to attack again, turning me on my back and stepping on my spine. I yelled out in pain as he slammed down on my spine again. I could feel something crack and then I couldn't feel much anymore.

My father just stood there and laughed viscously as I yelled out in pain, the glass already in my back going deeper and deeper with every blow. Tears were rolling down my face and mixed with the blood pooling around my broken body.

I felt dizzy, I knew I lost a lot of blood and there was no way I would live too much longer if the glass kept digging into my back. My father saw that I had little to no chance at living anymore so he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I quivered in pain as his large hand grabbed all of my tri- colored hair in one hand and I felt blood streaming from some unknown area in my hair. It fell down my face and dripped onto the floor in a steady stream.

My father looked at me repulsed with his own flesh and blood and punched me one more time in the face and then he dropped me to the floor. He spit on my limp body and stormed out of the house shouting "you are worthless and I have finally put you in your place! I hope that no one finds you and you die alone! YOU DESERVE IT YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" he stormed out the house and slammed the door so hard I thought he would break the door.

I sat there letting small tears fall down my face as I lay limp. My blood was pooling around me and soaking into the once white carpet. I tried to get up but the pain coming from my back shot through me so that I was gasping for air from the pain.

I couldn't move without being in pain. I couldn't breathe without chocking on blood. I couldn't scream because no one could hear me. I was vulnerable and unwanted, left on the floor alone to die.

/Yami? / I said weekly through the mind link, /if you can hear me, I want to tell you that I love you and I will miss you when I die, I just want you to know that I love you and nothing my father did to me will ever change that/ I let the link fall as I felt my body weakening even more from the blood flowing from the many cuts all around my body.

I could feel myself slipping away and I couldn't stay awake much longer. /Yami, save me/