Disclaimer: I don't own KND or anything else that doesn't belong to me in
this story =/
Summary: Okay, this is probably one of the most angst stories I've done. This is a warning, it contains rape (not scenes of it, ugh, but well, a lot of references to it) abuse, attempted suicide, depression. You name it, I've got it. I really like Numbuh 4, An I think his dad is cool (And yes I know his dad is OOC, but heck, it's mah story and he has to act OOC for it to work) Besides, in O.F.F.I.C.E I think that his dad was a little TOO cheery, no? That's pretty much where I got the idea for this!
AnywayZ, no flameZ please! Sorry if some of the characters (Apart from his dad, duh) Are OOC. An this will be a slight ¾ but not much. Please R&R
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It had all started a few years back, when they first moved from Australia. Numbuh 4 hadn't known why his parents had split up, he just knew they argued all the time, but after spending 2 years living alone with his father, he was beginning to see why.
Luckily, he had joined the KND, and had had an excuse to get out of the house, but even then he had to go back sometime. Numbuh 1, and the rest of the team couldn't understand why he got so worked up when they went home to their own houses every weekend. It was an annoyance, but it had to be done. The headquarters of KND had set a rule that on weekends every KND member would go home to their parents and spend the weekend. They were trying to train the newest members, so they let them handle things at the weekend.
Only Numbuh 4 knew of his father's incredible temper. It was worse than his own was and to tell the truth, when he really got angry, Numbuh 4 got scared. Eventually, he got used to hiding up in his room every weekend, but no one can hide forever...
-*- Present day -*-
"Have a good weekend, Numbuh 4!" Called Numbuh 3, as she climbed into her parents car. They were going to the zoo, and Kuki couldn't wait.
Numbuh 4 mumbled something incomprehensible, then nodded to Numbuh 3 as she waved to him.
"Bye guys!" Called Numbuh 1, as he ran past Wally, Hoagie and Abby who were standing at the entrance to the treehouse. Soon after he left, Abby's parents showed up and she too, went off on her own way.
"So what are you doing this weekend, Numbuh 4?" Asked Numbuh 2, Looking over at his Australian friend.
"Er - nothing, ah might just stay at the treehouse."
He glanced up to notice Numbuh 2 staring at him, indignantly. "You always say that Numbuh 4!" Hoagie cried, "What's the deal anyway? Okay, so you're dad is a little....Perky...But come on, he's not THAT bad! Besides, every parent is weird!"
Numbuh 4 sat down heavily on the doorstep. "You 'ave no idea!" He stared gloomily down at the floor, then sighed as he felt Numbuh 2 sit next to him.
"About what?"
Numbuh 4 sighed again and pulled the sleeve of his hoodie ever so slightly over his hand. "It's just..." He stopped and frowned, telling someone was harder than he thought. "Well..."
Numbuh 2 looked at his friend confused. "It's just what?" He really didn't get it, he didn't get that there was anything to get. He just didn't get it at all.
"You wouldn't understand, you don't- " Numbuh 4 stopped abruptly as his father drove up, he stood up and gave Numbuh 2 a mournful look, which Hoagie didn't fully understand. "Well...Ah'll see you on Monday...Ah guess."
Then he left, leaving Numbuh 2 waiting for his own mother to come and fetch him. "Man, that's really confusing, I wonder what's wrong with Numbuh 4." He thought to himself. "Maybe one of the others will know, I'll ask them on Monday or whenever."
Soon after that, his own mother appeared, the tree-house was left silent and the world of fighting adults was left up to the trainee members of the KND that worked on weekends.
Numbuh 4 rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "There's nothing to worry about," He thought to himself. "I'm cool, he's a fool, it's not cool to be a fool...There's a rule, if you're a fool you can't be cool...What's he going to do, the fool, send me to school?" Numbuh 4 trailed off, after having a rhyming fit. It doesn't matter what the situation, whenever he was anxious or scared, Numbuh 4 found himself rhyming.
"Well son," Numbuh 4 winced at the feigned cheeriness in his fathers voice. "Here we are back at home!"
"At least he's in a good mood," Thought Wally, as he climbed out of the car and slammed the door. Unfortunately he might've slammed it a little to hard.
"Watch the paint!" Yelled his father, spinning round to glare at him. Wally gulped as his father turned again and began searching for his house key. "Little brat,"
Numbuh 4 winced as he heard the harsh words that were just loud enough for him to hear. "Okay, maybe he's not in such a good mood." He slowly followed his father into the house, then made a break for the stairs, like he did every weekend. This time, instead of watching him go, his father grabbed the back of Wally's hoodie and pulled him back.
"Not so fast."
Numbuh 4 coughed as his father lifted him up by the hood. The neckline of his hoodie was digging into his neck, and he couldn't breathe. He wriggled around wildly, trying to catch a breath of air.
"Me an you, we're gonna spend some quality time together." He lifted Numbuh 4 a little higher and smirked slightly, watching the blood rush to his sons head.
Numbuh 4 was really getting light headed now, and finally his father dropped him on the floor and went into the kitchen. He scrambled to his knees and massaged his aching neck. Something told him that this weekend wasn't going to be much fun.
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Yes? No? You like? Review please! Constructive criticism welcome, but please no flames!
Summary: Okay, this is probably one of the most angst stories I've done. This is a warning, it contains rape (not scenes of it, ugh, but well, a lot of references to it) abuse, attempted suicide, depression. You name it, I've got it. I really like Numbuh 4, An I think his dad is cool (And yes I know his dad is OOC, but heck, it's mah story and he has to act OOC for it to work) Besides, in O.F.F.I.C.E I think that his dad was a little TOO cheery, no? That's pretty much where I got the idea for this!
AnywayZ, no flameZ please! Sorry if some of the characters (Apart from his dad, duh) Are OOC. An this will be a slight ¾ but not much. Please R&R
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It had all started a few years back, when they first moved from Australia. Numbuh 4 hadn't known why his parents had split up, he just knew they argued all the time, but after spending 2 years living alone with his father, he was beginning to see why.
Luckily, he had joined the KND, and had had an excuse to get out of the house, but even then he had to go back sometime. Numbuh 1, and the rest of the team couldn't understand why he got so worked up when they went home to their own houses every weekend. It was an annoyance, but it had to be done. The headquarters of KND had set a rule that on weekends every KND member would go home to their parents and spend the weekend. They were trying to train the newest members, so they let them handle things at the weekend.
Only Numbuh 4 knew of his father's incredible temper. It was worse than his own was and to tell the truth, when he really got angry, Numbuh 4 got scared. Eventually, he got used to hiding up in his room every weekend, but no one can hide forever...
-*- Present day -*-
"Have a good weekend, Numbuh 4!" Called Numbuh 3, as she climbed into her parents car. They were going to the zoo, and Kuki couldn't wait.
Numbuh 4 mumbled something incomprehensible, then nodded to Numbuh 3 as she waved to him.
"Bye guys!" Called Numbuh 1, as he ran past Wally, Hoagie and Abby who were standing at the entrance to the treehouse. Soon after he left, Abby's parents showed up and she too, went off on her own way.
"So what are you doing this weekend, Numbuh 4?" Asked Numbuh 2, Looking over at his Australian friend.
"Er - nothing, ah might just stay at the treehouse."
He glanced up to notice Numbuh 2 staring at him, indignantly. "You always say that Numbuh 4!" Hoagie cried, "What's the deal anyway? Okay, so you're dad is a little....Perky...But come on, he's not THAT bad! Besides, every parent is weird!"
Numbuh 4 sat down heavily on the doorstep. "You 'ave no idea!" He stared gloomily down at the floor, then sighed as he felt Numbuh 2 sit next to him.
"About what?"
Numbuh 4 sighed again and pulled the sleeve of his hoodie ever so slightly over his hand. "It's just..." He stopped and frowned, telling someone was harder than he thought. "Well..."
Numbuh 2 looked at his friend confused. "It's just what?" He really didn't get it, he didn't get that there was anything to get. He just didn't get it at all.
"You wouldn't understand, you don't- " Numbuh 4 stopped abruptly as his father drove up, he stood up and gave Numbuh 2 a mournful look, which Hoagie didn't fully understand. "Well...Ah'll see you on Monday...Ah guess."
Then he left, leaving Numbuh 2 waiting for his own mother to come and fetch him. "Man, that's really confusing, I wonder what's wrong with Numbuh 4." He thought to himself. "Maybe one of the others will know, I'll ask them on Monday or whenever."
Soon after that, his own mother appeared, the tree-house was left silent and the world of fighting adults was left up to the trainee members of the KND that worked on weekends.
Numbuh 4 rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "There's nothing to worry about," He thought to himself. "I'm cool, he's a fool, it's not cool to be a fool...There's a rule, if you're a fool you can't be cool...What's he going to do, the fool, send me to school?" Numbuh 4 trailed off, after having a rhyming fit. It doesn't matter what the situation, whenever he was anxious or scared, Numbuh 4 found himself rhyming.
"Well son," Numbuh 4 winced at the feigned cheeriness in his fathers voice. "Here we are back at home!"
"At least he's in a good mood," Thought Wally, as he climbed out of the car and slammed the door. Unfortunately he might've slammed it a little to hard.
"Watch the paint!" Yelled his father, spinning round to glare at him. Wally gulped as his father turned again and began searching for his house key. "Little brat,"
Numbuh 4 winced as he heard the harsh words that were just loud enough for him to hear. "Okay, maybe he's not in such a good mood." He slowly followed his father into the house, then made a break for the stairs, like he did every weekend. This time, instead of watching him go, his father grabbed the back of Wally's hoodie and pulled him back.
"Not so fast."
Numbuh 4 coughed as his father lifted him up by the hood. The neckline of his hoodie was digging into his neck, and he couldn't breathe. He wriggled around wildly, trying to catch a breath of air.
"Me an you, we're gonna spend some quality time together." He lifted Numbuh 4 a little higher and smirked slightly, watching the blood rush to his sons head.
Numbuh 4 was really getting light headed now, and finally his father dropped him on the floor and went into the kitchen. He scrambled to his knees and massaged his aching neck. Something told him that this weekend wasn't going to be much fun.
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Yes? No? You like? Review please! Constructive criticism welcome, but please no flames!