Alright, this is the sister story to Damn Your Eyes. So if you liked this one, go ahead and check it out. I actually like this one a lot better, for now that is. I'm still getting used to writing in this style and I'll admit, it's growing on me. Anyway, enjoy the story, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

And as always, I don't own YuGiOh.

I didn't care it was raining, I had to get out of that house. I can't stand it there, those people, they're insane. I walked quietly down the street to Yami's house. He was always there for me, he always comforted me when I was down, and he's the only person who knows about my parents.

I knocked on his front door, I only hope that Yami answers, his mom is nice, but she makes me uncomfortable. Thankfully, Yami appeared in the doorway within seconds. "Yugi?" He questioned. Like I never randomly show up... well maybe not so much anymore. I just smiled at him, he knows what's wrong, I can't hide anything from him. He's too smart.

"Do you wanna go upstairs?" He asked and stepped out of the doorway. I nodded, I don't like talking about it where someone could hear, and chances are, given the time, his mom is in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner.

'Man, what I wouldn't give for a home cooked meal, for once in my life.' We made our way upstairs, Yami shut the door to his room and took a seat on his bed. I stood in the middle of the room careful not to touch anything. I know he wouldn't get mad, he never gets mad at me unless they hurt me. I'm in for a lecture.

"Dammit, Yugi, what has he done to you this time?" Yeah, he's mad. I can't look at him when he's mad. I know I'm hurting him by letting this continue, but there's nothing I can do. If I turn them in I'll be put into foster care, and chances are, I wont be able to see him anymore. I couldn't live with that. "Stop letting him hurt you." His voice is quieter now, it's soothing. "I didn't mean to yell at you, I'm sorry."

"I know." I respond. I'm too afraid to really say anything else, the last thing I need is the one person I love getting mad at me.

Yes, I said love.

"Let me see." He says and grabs me. I'm startled, but I can't escape him, he wont let me. At least he's gentle when he touches me. Not like them, the bruises he see's on my chest are proof of that. I love his touch, his hands are so soft, I just wish there was something more than the occasional touch. My emotions are too high strung for this, it feels like my legs are about to give out from under me.

"You're getting skinny again, have they stopped feeding you?" He asks, he knows the answer but I lie to him anyway. I'm not allowed to eat in that house, if I'm lucky I can sneak a piece of fruit before it goes bad or something. But aside from that, I get nothing. Yami used to buy me lunch at school when he could, he hasn't in a while though. I'm sure he'll start again though, considering.

Everything has been progressively getting worse, I miss the days when they didn't break bones and I was allowed to actually see Yami when they were home.

"Don't cry." He says. I don't want to cry in front of him, I don't want him to think I'm weak.

Just then I feel a vibration in my pocket, my cwll phone is going off, and since the only other person I talk to is in the room with me, I can only assume it's one of my parents.

"Hello?" I answer. "I-I'm s-s-sorry, sir.. Yes.. Right a-away.'' Of course he's pissed. If they're home, I'm supposed to be home, with the exception of school. I know what he's going to do to me when I get home too. Long story short: I'm fucked. I look back to Yami, "I have to go." I say and turn to walk out the door.

"Wait-" He calls out. I stop, I don't want to leave anyway. I can't turn around to face him though, my tears have already started to spill. I refuse to let him see me cry.

"You're better than they are, don't let them hurt you anymore. I'm here for you if you need me. All you have to do it ask, you know that, right?" He has no idea how much that means to me, but he's wrong. I'm not better then they are. I just nod and start my short journey home.

I walk slowly through the rain. I know the longer I take the more irritated he will be, but I'd rather prolong the peace I have, because when I get home, there will be hell. I walk up the steps to the front door and quietly push it open, maybe he wont hear me, maybe he's already in bed, or too drunk to notice anything.

I was wrong. I was greeted by my father grabbing my arm and throwing me into the house. I ended up landing on a piece of glass, one of many pieces that littered the living room floor.

"Where the hell were you?" He screamed. Instead of responding I pushed myself to my feet and sprinted towards the stairs heading up to my 'room'. That man is fast though, in one swift movement he had pulled one of my legs out from under me and I fell onto the wooded stairs, slamming my head on the edge of one of the steps.

"Well, you little shit? Where were you?" He screamed and pulled me up to his face by the collar of my shirt

"Yami's" I was able to manage though his choking grip.

"You know you are not to leave this house!" He yelled and threw me down on to the steps. "Get to your room you little fucker, I'll deal with you later." I scrambled to me feet before he could even finish his sentence, and I was in my room with the door closed within seconds.

My room didn't consist of much. My bed was a twin mattress laying on the floor. There was a small closet next to the bed, and a desk a neighbor asked if I'd take on my way home from school one day. I managed to drag it in the house when they weren't home. I don't think they've even noticed I had it. That was a few months ago, I'd be surprised if they said anything now.

It wasn't long before I started to feel the cut in my back. I reached around to to see if I could feel anything. Sure enough, there was a shard of glass protruding from the left side of my back. I gritted my teeth as I pulled it from my skin, I started at my bloody hand for a moment before discarding the glass piece to the other side of the room. I wouldn't dare leave my room now. Maybe when my mother comes home she can distract him long enough for me to clean myself up, but for now, I might as well just lay down.

I lay down on my tiny bed and pull the blood stained sheet over my body, hopefully everything will stay calm and I can get a good night's sleep.

It wasn't long before I willingly let sleep claim by body.

I was awoken by my bedroom door swinging open. "She's not fucking home again!" He screamed. I have no idea what time it is. It's dark outside, but he's still awake, it can't be too late, or maybe it is. I don't know.

"I-I'm sorry." I mumble, sleep has yet to completely let go of my mind.

"If we never had you things would be so much better. You're nothing but a worthless piece of shit." I felt him grab my shirt and pull me out of bed, before I knew it though, I was right back on the floor. He landed several kicks to my already bruised chest. It hurt.

'Just leave me alone.'

He continued to punch, kick, throw me. Whatever pleased him. I was his punching bag. That's all I was good for in this house. I felt unconsciousness claim my body, he wasn't done with me though, but I couldn't hold on. Everything got quiet, then, there was nothing.

I hear a voice and a slight pressure in my neck, I can't move though, my body is too weak, everything hurts. His voice is so familiar, who is it? Yami? No. I wish it was, but, why would he come here, he knows not to come here.

I can faintly hear a car pull into my drive way. Is it really the next afternoon? Did I miss school? Is he home already? Who the hell is in the room with me?

"Y-Yami?" I ask as I try to open my eyes, there he is, hovering above me. He looks so concerned, so beautiful.

"Yugi! You're alright!" He seemed so happy, does he have any idea what happened? Then I remember.

"Is he home?" I ask. I know the answer, so why am I asking? I can hear his footsteps climbing the stairs. Yami just nods at me. "Shit, I was supposed to have the house cleaned before they got home." I'm screwed. "He's coming, You have to hide."

Yami just looked at me like I was insane. "No." he started. What do you mean 'no'. They don't care, they'll kill you, why do you think I told you to stay away. I can't even protect myself, how am I supposed to protect you too?

"I'm not going to let them hurt you anymore, I love you." He says as he stands in front of me, almost like he's protecting me. The door swings open and there he is. That man. No, he's not a man, a real man would never harm his family. Hah, family.

But, love? Is that what he really just said. Love? He can't love me, not in the way I want him to though. No, the love Yami has for me is nothing more than the kind of love best friends share. That's all we are, friends. He could never love me the way I love him. I accepted that a long time ago.

"What the hell are you doing here?" My 'father' growled. "He's not allowed to have visitors." Yami didn't say anything, he just stood there, staring at him with a serious look on his face. I tried to push myself further back into the corner I was already in, but something was wrong. My leg would hardly move. I couldn't feel it at all.

"You're not going to hurt him anymore!" Yami yelled and lunged toward him. Panic raced through my veins.

He's faster than you know, Yami. He'll kick the shit out of you. Dammit, why did you come here? This is all my fault. I'm so sorry. I could only watch as Yami was thrown against my bedroom wall. "Run!" he called out to me. But I couldn't move.

"I can't." I replied weakly. That man, he was going to have my ass for this one. I just looked at Yami, I didn't want him to see what my father was about to do to me. Before I knew it, he was right in front of me, looking down at me with his sick sadistic smirk.

'Not again.'

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