Hello to anyone who reads this! This story is basically about Mordecai, and what if he grew up being abused by his parents.

Enjoy!

"You missed two and a half points on your history test?! You know what I have to do now!" A deep voice called out.

"Please dad...no." Mordecai whimpered.

The man brought the whip down on his son's back. Again and again until the boy couldn't move at all.

The next day the boy would go to school wrapped in gauze, hiding it all under a jacket. He told everyone he had tripped while playing hockey.

Mordecai sat straight up in bed, screaming.

Rigby jumped up, rushing to his friend's side.

"Mordecai?! Mordecai!" Rigby yelled.

Mordecai breathed hard, panting and sweating as if he had just run 10 miles. He was shaking violently.

"S-s-sorry Rigby." He said quietly.

"Did...did you have more nightmares about...?" Rigby questioned.

Mordecai shook his head yes.

Rigby sighed, looking at his friend.

"Do you...wanna talk about it?" Rigby asked.

Mordecai shook his head no. "I-I'm fine. J-Just g-go back t-t-to bed."

Rigby frowned. This was the fourth time that week that Mordecai's mind had been plagued by the horrific memories of being beaten as a child. Rigby could never imagine going through anything as horrible as being beaten by your father for 17 and a half years. The day that Mordecai had missed half a point on his science test in 12th grade for not dotting a 'I' was the day his father had also been arrested. Rigby remembered sitting in his room reading a comic book when Mordecai knocked on his window. Rigby had let him in, and Rigby couldn't believe what he saw. His best friend could barely walk or talk, both of his eyes swollen purple shut, huge bleeding gashes along his chest, back and arms, his left leg obviously broken. Mordecai had been beaten by his dad and he had crawled across the street to Rigby's house for help. That day Mordecai's father was arrested, along with his mother for keeping it a secret. Rigby's family adopted Mordecai without a question and provided a home for his life-long friend.

Rigby remembered seeing his friend wrapped in gauze.

The memory made Rigby shiver.

Mordecai stood up, climbing out the window and sitting on the roof ledge, looking at the arising sunrise.

Rigby sighed but sat back in his trampoline, his dream now filled with the memory of his mom throwing away his bedroom carpet, as it had been stained with blood.

Rigby woke later that morning, the thought of his friend soon clogged his mind.

He went to the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee, bringing them back up, going out the window and sitting next to his friend.

"Hey." Rigby said shyly, handing Mordecai the mug.

"Hey." Mordecai sighed, setting the mug down next to him.

"Are you okay?" Rigby asked.

Mordecai stared out into the distance. "Yeah..."

Rigby took a sip from his coffee.

"Look Rigby...I'm sorry for doing this...you know, waking up in the middle of the night screaming like a maniac. It's just with the release date coming up soon..." Mordecai took a deep breath.

"Release date?" Rigby's eyes widened.

"Remember? August 17th 2014? 6 years ago my...p-parents were arrested, and on August 17th of this year their sentence is up and will be released from prison." Mordecai hugged his knees.

"What?!" Rigby shook his head.

"Yup. They'll be released in 1 week." Mordecai frowned.

"But...Isn't there like...some kind of restraining order against them?" Rigby asked.

"No...they...they sent me a letter." Mordecai sighed, looking down and handing a piece of folded paper to Rigby.

Rigby read the letter:

Dear Mordecai,

We are being released from jail next in three weeks on a Saturday. We will be buying a apartment near your park and we will come and visit you. We would like to reconnect with you, and have a healthy family bond.

See you in three weeks,

Your father and mother.

"What the! They didn't even ask your permission! You can't seriously let them visit and live by you..." Rigby yelled.

"But that's just it Rigby. How do I tell the man that beat me for 17 years and the woman who did absolutely nothing to help me no?" Mordecai asked.

Rigby came up with a idea. "Let me tell them off!"

Mordecai sighed. "No dude...they are my...parents...and i'm just hoping that they actually want to be a family...for once."

"Mordecai! They both still haunt your nightmares! I just don't think it's a good idea..." Rigby crossed his arms.

Mordecai tightened his hoodie strings. No matter where Mordecai went, he always wore long sleeves to cover his scars.

"How long have you had the letter?" Rigby questioned.

"...2 weeks." Mordecai revealed.

"Dude! You should have told me earlier, I could have helped you..." Rigby complained.

"Your always helping me...last night, all the other nights, it's just not fair to you." Mordecai said.

"Well how are going to react to them coming?" Rigby asked.

"I'm probably going to freak out." Mordecai admitted.