Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Law and Order: SVU's Olivia or Elliot. I never will and do not wish to be sued.
Oh and it's only rated mature because of language and somewhat adult themes. The next chapter probably won't be as bad.
I slid my finger across the cold steel. That knife was my best friend, and eventually became my lifeline. With every cut, I felt that I could breathe just a little more. The deeper the wound, the more oxygen my lungs could take in. I started when my 'father' first sexually abused me. The need to inflict pain was so strong, I couldn't resist any longer. It was an addiction, no, a choice. The sweet high, the sensation and feel I got watching the dark, red, crimson blood slowly trickle down my arm. It was almost as if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to go on. To live this life was like living in hell, my own personal hell on earth. It was only for me, and no one else was to know except Lilly of coarse, I made sure of that. No matter, I would never end up like my mother, I would be strong; I had to be strong.
Most 16 year olds don't have to worry about the shit like that, but I do, and I would not fall to pieces. Never would my 'father' see my crumple to my knees. Never. I closed my eyes as I felt the blade finally; yet smoothly break the barrier. At first I made small and shallow cuts; gradually I graduated on to deeper and longer cuts. I only ceased when I felt better. I would never; I couldn't kill myself. To kill, to die, would only be pathetic, weak, and quitting. I could not quit; I've made it so far, for Lilly and I.
Damn it, Lilly was my world. She's what kept me going when things got tough, no matter how much it hurt. I could never in a million years do what my mother did to me, to Lilly. She was the light at the end of my tunnel. A long, tedious, dark tunnel dubbed as life. I ran cold water over my wrist and grabbed a white, fluffy towel and held it over my wounds as they stained the white fabric with hideous, crimson, despair. It stung, but I silently ignored it.
Without even realizing it, tears began to fall down my face. I let out a choked sob and I started crying harder. My shoulders shook so hard I thought that I would break in two. I brought my knees to my chest and sat on the floor wallowing in sorrow. How could she? What the hell was she thinking? Did she ever fucking think about Lilly and I, I thought making myself pissed. Did it ever occur to her that we would still be here? What kind of fucking mothering was that? Then again, I was probably a horrible daughter, never really listened to anything she said or tried to stop him from wailing his fists into her face, no wonder she left. I felt depressed, alone, and abandoned as the images suddenly started pouring back.
FLASHBACK"You dirty bitch! You're just like your fucking mother!" He boomed maliciously, his words slurring a bit.
I didn't respond to his vicious insults. No matter what I did, he always found error. If I screamed out in pain or fear, he would strike me harder because I was weak. If I didn't allow any sound to come out at all, it symbolized how defiant I was. If I begged for the beating to cease, I was ungrateful.
"How dare you? You think you can leave me so easily?" He taunted angrily, as he punched me in the abdomen repeatedly.
How dare I, I thought bitterly. I will leave you, and when Lilly and I do, I guarantee we won't be coming back anytime soon, I kept saying to myself.
After being kicked in the ribs, he shouted, "You're not going anywhere. You're nothing. Your mother and I should have had you terminated when we found out she was pregnant!"
His words had stung, but I refused to let him see me break down.
"Fuck you." I muttered with my voice full of hate.
"What did you say?" He inquired pulling me up by the hair.
"Fuck you!" I screamed before I punched him in the face.
My action seemed to have no effect on him what so ever. His face was red and he was fuming. I swear. If you looked close enough you could see steam coming out of his ears. I braced myself with my arms waiting for the blow.
"You think you're better than me? You stupid, fucking, whore!" He roared ferociously.
He glowered down at me coldly taking off his belt. I glared at him; I knew what he was going to do. Just before I could even attempt getting away, the smooth, thick, heavy leather hit me, breaking my skin. He whacked me again and again, never stopping. My bones felt like they were about to crumble up and dissolve. I looked around looking for something that I could use to defend myself with. I grabbed for a vase and threw it at his head. Unfortunately, I missed. Only once more did I feel the cool metal against my head. After that, it all went black.
When I came back to consciousness, my whole body ached. It felt as if a truck hit me. I then went stiff and held my breath listening for any sign of my father. All was still and silent. Even though it was a minute in reality, it felt like an eternity to me. After I still didn't hear him, I looked around quietly to just make sure. Just as I predicted, he was lying lazily on the couch sleeping. Beer and wine bottles were strewn all over the counter. There was about a foot high stack of unclean dishes in the sink. The light bulb above me was flickering on and off threatening to burn out. I glanced over to the living room to find everything looking as if a tornado went through it. The vase I had previously thrown at him was busted into a million pieces. The place reeked of liquor and body odor. The over-bearing stench was almost nauseating. Several broken pictures of my mom, sister, and I were all over the floor.
I couldn't stand the sight any longer. I slowly made my way back to my bedroom. He and mom never really did get along. I still could remember the fights they had every night. I'd be upstairs trying to sleep while mom screamed out in agony. I could imagine his condescending and evil smirk, staring her down as he practically beat her to death. He would cheat on her constantly with hookers, neighbors, co-workers, basically any female he laid his eyes on. Coming home late at night high as hell, sometimes with one of his whores with him. He'd be so drunk; he'd pass out on the couch in a matter of seconds. One day, she had enough. I figured she was too scared of him to leave, since she committed suicide.
END FLASHBACKAfter a half hour of this, I was sick of crying and I ran out tears so shed. I decided that I should probably go to bed and prepare myself mentally for whatever is in store for me tomorrow. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. I slid out of my bloody and soiled clothing and hurried into the shower. About twenty-five minutes later, my skin turned a bright red due to the constant scrubbing of all the hurtful memories and words from the man I used to call father from my skin. I slipped into some fresh clothing and hid into my blankets, and waited for the horrific flashbacks to begin.
The next day, I woke up groggily and sore. I shut off my alarm clock hoping that he didn't hear it yet. I reluctantly rolled myself out of bed and began to get dressed for the last day of school. School, nobody could inflict pain on me there, well, physically at least. Like I have with my 'father', I've grown used to the constant insults and remarks.
Years ago, I've built walls to block everything out. I was numb and unfeeling, as I had little to no friends to keep me up. Sure, I talked to people, but I never got close with any of them, most of them were fake anyway. I don't need any friends, what's the point of having friends? All they do is try to get close to you, and when they have you right where they want you, they stab you in the back. Mocking you and kicking you while you're down. It sure would be nice to have one real friend though, someone to always be there, to tell my secrets to, someone to share my pain with, someone who would understand and wouldn't judge me. No. You can't trust anyone in this world, not now, not ever. If I don't let my guard down, I won't get hurt. I'm alone in this world, and that's how it's going to stay.
I got dressed in dark green baggy cargo pants, a fitted black tee shirt with three white skulls and black high tops. To cover my wrists, I put on black arm warmers. Luckily, I covered the bruises that were on my arm. I applied black eyeliner and mascara with a touch of cherry flavored Chap Stick. I left my hair alone, grabbed my bag, and rushed for school before he noticed me. Silently I slipped out the door and started walking to school, thank the lord Lilly was over at a friend's, I didn't want her to see me like this, she was the closest thing I had to a friend even though she was only ten years old. Poor Lilly, so young and having to deal with this kind of shit.
FLASHBACK"Stop! Please daddy stop! I won't do it again, I won't do it again!" The young seven-year-old Lilly cried.
"You bet your sorry pretty ass you won't." He taunted as he grabbed her hair, throwing her across the room.
"Leave her alone, what the hell did she ever do to you?" I defended.
"You stay out of this Melissa, unless you want some too." He sneered.
I kicked him in the knee out of anger, "I said, leave her alone!"
"That's it! Now you're going to get it!"
He grabbed my wrist twisting it, I screamed in agony. Suddenly Lilly threw a glass at his head, knocking him down momentarily. I rubbed my wrist, which was obviously sprained.
"Come on, hurry!" I ushered Lilly up to our room, then closed the door.
Five minutes later came his pounding footsteps. I hugged her protectively as he started beating the door with his bloody fists, yelling for us to come out. The fear was practically radiating from our bodies. Apparently the police were called; the neighbors heard loud screams coming from our house. Another minute later, I don't know what would've happened.
END FLASHBACK
I remembered that night vividly, as if it happened just yesterday. That was the same night I promised Lilly I would never leave her, and that we would eventually both run away and find some place new, some place where he could never hurt us, a place of pure bliss. I sighed, 'Three years later, and big surprise, we're still here.' I thought to myself as I entered the massive high school.
"Melrose! There you are! Why weren't you in school yesterday?" My one and only friend Rebecca asked.
"Oh you know, didn't feel well. Sore throat, nausea, and my back hurt like a bitch, it still does, but that's not the point." I replied, if only she knew the whole story.
Rebecca was a great friend, but she wasn't yet a real friend. She was too much of the gossiping type, plus she knew absolutely nothing about what happens at 'home'.
"That's nice. Oh my god, you're never gunna believe what I did yesterday!" She exclaimed.
"I don't know." I muttered quietly.
"I broke up with Collin." She squealed, as if that was a big surprise.
I rolled my eyes.
"No wonder you're so, I don't know what's the word, happy?" I sarcastically asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Why'd you break up with him?" I wondered.
"He cheated, he called me Saturday just to tell me too. The only reason why he bothered to tell me was because I told him that if I ever cheated I was gunna tell him to his face."
"What a dick." I spat.
"I know right? I asked him who he cheated on me with and he said that I didn't know her." She gushed.
"Watch, it was probably Erica." I smirked when I said that.
She and I laughed, only to be interrupted by the teacher, 'Mr. Smith'. Thank god it was the last day of school.
"Well, since this is your last day here as sophomores, -" I basically tuned him out after that.
After four excruciatingly long periods, it was finally lunchtime. I sat down in my usual seat with Becca, in the back of the cafeteria.
"I can't believe this is our last lunch until next year, I'll miss it." Becca said to no one in particular.
"I can, nor can I wait."
'What a lie, now I'll have to spend more time at home.' I thought to myself.
Becca was just about to reply when Miss. I-Broke-A-Nail decided to have one, last spite before the year was over.
"Hey Melissa, I'm so sorry to hear about what happened between you and Jeremy, -" She started only for me to cut her off.
"Ok first of all whatever you have to say, I really don't give a shit. Second, what happened between Jeremy and I is not only our business but it also happened a long time ago, I don't care anymore."
Another lie, besides my jackass father, Jeremy was another reason to blame for my obvious trust issues.
"Well excuse me for caring." She scoffed ignorantly.
"Morgan, you don't give a rat's ass about me, why should I care about what you have to say?"
Rolling her eyes, "I only wanted to give you a gift, you know, to help."
I grabbed the bag and pulled out a small pillow.
"A pillow?" You've got to be kidding me.
"Oh you know, to help your back, since you're on it all time." She spat.
I threw the pillow to the floor, "Are you implying that I'm a whore?"
"So what if I am, what are you going to do about it? Cut yourself? Punch me in the face?" She mocked.
That was it; that was the last straw! Even though it might've seemed a little ridiculous to Becca and anyone else who was watching, to see me over react about nothing, but her words just plain pissed me off. No one else but my sister knew about my cutting, the only person to ever really call me a whore would be my 'father', and damn it I was violent when pissed. If I learned anything from that man I used to call father, it was how to hit, fight, and defend myself.
"Precisely."
I lunged for her, only for Rebecca to hold me back. I was struggling to get out of her grasp. Morgan was gunna get it now.
"Let me go, I'm gunna beat that bitch's ass!" I threatened.
"Calm down Mel." Becca said.
"Let me go! She's gunna know not to mess with me!"
"Melrose, please, you made your point." She pleaded.
Once people started to leave the 'scene', I started to calm down.
"You better watch what you say Morgan, I'm not holding her back next time." Becca warned Morgan.
For the rest of the day, she refused to let it go.
'What was all that? Why'd you get so mad? What would you have done if I didn't hold you back? What's wrong? Are you sure you're ok?' It just went on and on and on. I know she meant well, but I could only take so much.
"Look, she just got me furious, I wasn't and still am not in a good mood, I feel like shit, and I just needed to get my anger out on someone." I explained, some of it was true; I wasn't in a good mood at all.
"Whatever you say." She said finally dropping the subject.
Last period, finally.
"Spsss, Melissa, Spsss, Melissa!" The dude behind me was calling.
"What?"
"Why'd you flip out on Morgan?"
I just gave him a death glare, and he immediately left me alone. I sighed and started doodling in my notebook, my sister said that my doodles were actually really good and that I should enter them in some art show or something. My 'dad', obviously didn't even know about it, I never told him about my drawings, if he did he'd probably just tell me I have no talent and that I should just give up or something. Honestly, I think they're good, but they aren't anything real special. Just as I was putting my notebook away, the bell finally rang, and loudly too.
"Shit, my head hurts." I muttered under my breath.
"See ya Melrose!" Becca called out going to her bus, I waved goodbye.
'Time to get Lilly.' I thought for the last time.
'Maybe if we're lucky, he'll be out getting drunk all night, or sleeping.' I hoped.
"Melrose! Over here!" Lilly shouted.
She ran over to me, as I hugged her.
"So, how was your last day of school?" I inquired.
"Nothing really, Jacob slipped at lunch, he had to go to nurse." She reported.
"When will that boy ever learn?" I asked myself.
Her smile faded away as my wristband slipped upwards, revealing a nice sized bruise.
"Mel, what happened to your wrist?" She asked even though she already knew the answer.
"The usual." I stated shortly as we decided to take the long way home.
Wanting to get off the topic, I asked how her time was at her friends.
"It was ok, I got to ride her horses. Its name was Midnight." She started going off about the horses.
"So, how was your last day? Courtney told me that her sister told her that you went off on one of the girl's in your class."
"You've got to be kidding me, nothing really happened, Morgan just said a few things and I didn't take them so well."
It was Lilly's turn to say it, "Whatever you say dear sister of mine."
"Hey, you want to kill some time and get some ice cream?" I offered.
"Yeah, but I don't have money."
"I'll pay, I got some cash."
I sometimes babysat for the neighbors across the street if he was out doing only god knows what. We walked down the steep hill over to a small diner called 'Diner'. Lilly and I would come down here ever so often sometimes just to get away from 'him'. It was just a small little place that some family owned; they had the best ice cream.
"Hello I'm Sara and I'll be your sever, what do you guys want?"
"Can I have a small cookies and cream ice cream cup?"
"And you miss?"
"I'll have the same, thank you."
She took our orders and left us alone.
"Mom used to love this place, I remember when I was your age, and she always talked about wanting to buy it."
"Melrose, I miss her so much, I can barely remember her."
Lilly was only five when mother passed away, so I didn't blame her for not remembering her.
"I miss her too, I hate him. He drove her away."
"How'd she die?"
"Well, -" I started.
"And tell the truth, I want to know how she died."
"Lilly, mom killed herself. She was driving her car and she ran into a tree, the police said it was intentional."
"Oh." She said looking down.
"Well, if she was still alive, I'm sure she'd want us to stay strong, she loved us very much, it's 'his' fault."
I didn't want to make it worse by saying anything bad about her, how I truly felt, but that's what I told her.
After we finished our ice cream, I paid the money and left with Lilly.
"How do you do it? How do you block him out?" She asked seriously.
"That's the thing Lilly, honey, I'm not as strong as you think I am. I just take it day by day and think to myself that I don't want to do to you what mother did to us. Of coarse there is that whole other 'problem'; which I'm trying to get out of, it's really hard. I honestly have no clue, I'm used to it I guess." I basically rambled on.
"Lilly, you remember that promise I made you three years ago?"
She nodded.
"Don't forget it, I'm still working on it."
I hugged her tightly not wanting to let her go as we walked our way up our driveway. I was the first to walk in, apparently god listened to my prayer. He was passed out on the couch, burning cigarette in hand. The television was blasting on, and there were most likely alcoholic stains on the carpeting. I quickly yet quietly put out his cigarette not wanting it to start a fire.
'Who falls asleep with a burning cigarette?' I asked myself.
Lilly went upstairs not wanting to be in the same room as her 'wonderful father', while I decided to get started on washing the foot high stack of dirty dishes that were still there from last night. If I didn't, I knew I'd hear about it later, plus I knew no one else was going to do it; Lilly was too scared. About fifteen agonizing minutes later, I was done. However just as I began to go to my room, he started to wake up.
"Who's there?" He stirred in his sleep.
Reluctantly I answered, "It's me."
He didn't say anything after that, so I rushed to my room. I sat on my bed just wondering about Lilly. Why the sudden interest about mother? I brushed it off and decided to take a small nap, I'll need every ounce of energy tonight. Later that evening I finally woke up to father trying to knock down Lilly's door.
"You get out here right now you ungrateful brat! I'm not through with you!" Where'd I hear that before?
"Leave her alone! What's your problem? She didn't do anything to you!" I hollered trying to distract him.
"What did you just say to me? You filthy skank!"
He hurried over to me, and shoved me against the wall, nice and hard.
"You better watch your mouth, before something happens to it."
I stomped on his foot and kneed him in the nuts with all the might I could muster up. He immediately met the floor, only to grab my leg and bring me down with him. His arm was still wrapped around my ankle.
"Get off of me!"
"You're not getting away so easily!"
"Wanna bet?" I challenged.
With my other leg, I kicked him square in the nose. While he yelped in pain, I ran into my room, grabbed my pocketknife, and hastily tried to get to Lilly's room. He again grabbed me again, only my shoulders this time. He slammed me into the wall again and hit me in the stomach three times. I whipped out my knife and cut his lower arm. Instead of falling to the floor this time, he jumped on me, bringing us both down the stairs. I landed on my arm and let out an ear-piercing cry. By now, Lilly ran out of her room and down the stairs.
"Lilly! My knife!"
She and father both dived for the knife at the same time, and since he was much bigger and weighed a hell a lot more, he won. He went to go stab Lilly but I jumped on his back and bit his upper arm. I fell off on the wooden table, which broke into pieces. I pulled Lilly away as he was about to practically put her out cold.
I held her close and told her in a hushed tone, "Lilly, run. Run right out that door, as fast as you possibly can. Run, as if your life depended on it. I'll stay here and catch up with you."
"But-" I cut her off.
"Go!" I ordered.
She bolted out that door as fast as lightening. Our closest neighbor was at least five blocks away, the one that called the cops before moved out because she was scared of guess whom?
"When I get you-" I tuned him out trying to get out of his grasp. I elbowed him in the gut and ran into the kitchen.
He followed me only to be hit in the head with pan. I hit him numerous times on the legs, so maybe he wouldn't be able to come after me as fast. Fortunately, my first blow to his head knocked him out. I raced upstairs, grabbed my cell phone and some money, shoved them in my pockets, and ran for dear life out the door. Now where did Lilly go? I ran into the direction she ran, only to fall on the sidewalk. I limped over to the abandoned house across the street. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it was going to pop through my rib cage. I was breathing deeply trying to take in everything that happened.
I looked around at my surroundings. Damn, this place was humungous. It was run down and need a lot of sprucing up; I wonder what it used to look like. I never knew the people that used to live there. I remember back when I around Lilly's age, my mother would tell me stories about this place. Apparently this couple lived here and the husband walked in on his wife having sex with some other dude. He supposedly went crazy and killed the both of them. Cliché, old fashioned, and highly over used, I know, that's what I told her, and every time I did she would say that their ghosts still haunted the place, then it was my turn to scoff at her. I didn't believe in any aspect of the supernatural. Whether it be ghosts, monsters, witches, zombies, were wolves, and especially the 'headless horseman dude with pumpkin head try to kill everybody in sight.' After I caught my breath, I decided to call Lilly on her cell to make sure she was safe, just as it started ringing, I felt my world slip into nothing.
I felt like I've already been through this a few times before. My eyes fluttered open, only to be blinded with several, bright, white lights. Did I die? No, I couldn't have. I pinched myself just to make sure, and ended up cursing under my breath. Where am I? Where is Lilly? Is she safe and does she have something to do with this? Just as I was asking myself, a deep male's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Ah, you're finally awake. You have suffered quite a few injuries." He told me professionally.
Duh, I'm in a hospital. Why didn't I think of that first? Whatever, how did I get here? He might know.
"Excuse me, but how did I get here again?" I asked hopefully that he knew what was going on.
He did as he said in response, "Well it just so happens that your younger sister Lilly, I recall her name was called the police from one of your neighboring locations. The police did a full-scale search for you when you weren't at home. They ended up finding you at an abandoned house near the diner." He kindly explained.
I nodded my head, but then I realized something very important.
"What did they do with him? Where's my sister? I want to see her."
"Ah, your father was charged with child abuse and sexual assault of the first degree, in fact I believe you and your sister will have to testify in court later on, but then again I'm just your doctor. Your sister is in the next room, she didn't have as many injuries as you did."
I was about to say something, but I was again interrupted.
"Oh, and before I forget. We strongly advise you to see a counselor, one of our nurses have noticed several self-inflicted cuts on your lower arm which is perfectly understandable seeing as what you and your sister have been through."
I scowled. 'Bullshit. You don't know shit about what Lilly and I have been through, and don't you dare act like you understand, oh and I highly doubt that I will seek therapy. I'm perfectly fine on my own thank you very much.' I thought to myself, obviously not saying that aloud.
"Thank you, may I see my sister?" I asked with fake politeness.
"Yes you may, she'll be right in." He answered as he walked out the door leaving me to think to myself.
'Finally, Lilly and I have left. That asshole will finally get what he deserves. Wait a second, if he's in jail, and I'm only 16, what's going to happen to Lilly and I? I guess that means we're orphans now. Shit, I didn't want to think about any of that. I just wanted to curl up in my little hole and die, but I could never do that.' Just as I was thinking this, a nurse brought Lilly to me.
"Hey Melrose." Lilly greeted quietly with a sheepish smile plastered on her angelic face.
"Lilly!" I shouted.
"I'll leave you to alone." The nurse let us be.
"We're free." Lilly smiled.
"Yes, yes we are."
She pulled me into a tight and loving hug. I wanted to hold this moment forever.
"Mel? What are we going to do after this? The nurse told me that we'd probably going to end up in an orphanage. She also said that they are still looking for any relatives at all that will take us in, but by the looks of it, orphanage here we come." She said all in one breath.
I strained my mind for any relative. I did however think of one, but I would never in a million years, even if Armageddon was happening move in with them snobs. Tyler and Sharon Avery. They were our aunt and uncle on mother's side of the family. They lived all the way in Domino, Japan. My uncle owns some business called Reynolds Corp, original isn't it? Anyway, they made and sell video games, computers, and stuff like that. Mother's brother wasn't too fond of the fact that mom married Brandon. He said that the marriage would go nowhere and lord help his kids. Oh the irony, even Uncle Tyler knew this would happen, and that's sad.
He and his wife Sharon were a bunch of snobby rich people. When mother married Brandon, he completely and totally disowned her. She was no longer his sister and he no longer dealt with any of our business. He was probably to busy in some mansion partying or doing whatever. I think I'd rather go to an orphanage, but then again I've never actually met Uncle Tyler or Aunt Sharon.
"Lilly, what ever happens to us, I want you to know that I love you, I always have, and I always will." I said truthfully as my eyes somewhat started to tear up.
"I love you too Mel, -" She replied but was cut off.
"Sorry to interrupt, but we need to get down to business so we can get that bastard in jail already." A woman's strong voice started.
"Who are you?" Lilly asked.
"I'm Detective Olivia Benson, and this is my partner Elliot Stabler." She introduced.
"As you know your father Brandon Brookes was arrested for child abuse and rape, and to put him in jail, we need you both to tell us what happened and testify in court." The man named Elliot took over.
I looked over at Lilly and said, "This is it."
I started to tell the two police officers what happened that night he raped me; I cringed at the memory. About 30 minutes later, I was balling my eyes out with Lilly after I told them what happened. I told them everything, from the rape, to my mother's suicide, all down to what happened just a couple nights before. The room was silent, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, so tense that you could cut the air with a knife.
"Melissa, you have to tell a jury what happened to you. You have to testify with your sister if we're going to get your father convicted." Olivia said she hugged me.
"I know, and I will. It's just gunna be hard to face him again." I admitted.
"It's ok, you, Lilly, Elliot, and I are going to do this together, you hear me?" She consoled.
I nodded and immediately felt like all my prayers were being answered and I was finally being set free. About five minutes later, the police were gone and some lady from social services came in, when was this going to be over?
"Hello? Can we help you?" I asked.
"You girls are Lilly and Melissa Brookes, are you not?" She asked.
Lilly and I nodded.
"Well it just so happens that we found some relatives that are willing to take you in." She started.
Oh dear god, please say it isn't so.
"Your Uncle Tyler and Aunt Sharon." She confirmed.
I didn't say anything; this was too much for me to handle at once. Why did they suddenly care? Was it because they heard about what was going on? Did Tyler grow a conscience? I honestly had no idea, but my headache was getting worse and just wanted to rest. Lilly and I are going to have to testify in court in a few days and now we're gunna be moving to Japan? I think I finally snapped while the stress finally got to me. I fainted yet again in bed in darkness.
Author's Note: Yeah, yeah I know Seto Kaiba wasn't in this one, but I had to introduce the characters and the situation first. Don't worry, I probably won't go through the whole trial or maybe just tell what the verdict is, I don't know, so tell me what you guys think in a review. Kaiba will appear next chapter when they finally get from New York City to Domino, Japan. I hope you liked it; flames will be used to roast marshmallows so good or bad, please tell me what you think. Rating also helps, honestly, it takes about four seconds. Thanks for just reading.