I don't own GX. If I did, then everyone would definitely know about it.
Chan: ok, I have my Drama exam today and I'm really nervous so I put pen to paper (well cursor to screen) and this is what came out.
Chazz: oh no, not another Chazz abuse fic?
Chan: Nope.
Slade: Slade abuse?
Chan: nope. Have a look at the warnings, bwhahaha!
Warnings: swearing, mentions of rape in later chapters, child abuse, oh sorry I should say BASTION abuse.
Bastion: what?!
Chazz: whoa, poor guy.
Slade: no one is ever safe from Chan's evil fics little bro.
Home Truths
Chapter 1
Wake Up Call
Bastion's P.O.V.
I woke up because someone was banging my head against the wall.
"Wake up!" yelled a harsh, angry voice. Last night I hadn't gotten to bed until gone three in the morning (through n fault of my own). I'd barely managed to kick off my shoes and peel off my jacket before I'd fallen fast asleep on top of the sheets. It's really no wonder I over slept.
My father hit me and I could taste blood in my mouth.
"Get downstairs now, you useless piece of shit!" he bellowed. I didn't dare do anything but obey. I jumped out of bed as fast as my aching muscles would allow. I obviously wasn't moving fast enough because as I reached the door way one of my shoes from the nigh before was hurled at my back. I hurried up as much as possible.
"What time do you call this, Bastion?" sneered the blonde woman slumped in a chair next to the table. She was wearing a tight, red dress with straps that hung off her shoulders so she was constantly pushing them back up. Her hair was tangled, her eye make-up was smudged and a cigarette was hanging from between her fingers.
"Sorry mum, I over slept." I turned on the oven and pulled the frying pan out.
"Hurry up and get breakfast ready then! I'm starving!" as she staggered passed me into the living room she paused, took one last drag on her cigarette and put it out by rubbing it against my bare arm. She was using me, her only son, as a human ashtray.
"I know." I mumbled.
"Well you'd better not burn it again. We won't be very happy if you do." And she left. I'm getting quite a good collection of burns myself.
I set about making my parents a full breakfast, trying very hard to get everything perfect. If I do a good job then they're so busy eating and arguing with each other that they don't stop me from going out. They'd rather wait until I get home when they're done.
I dished the food out very carefully onto two plates and then just as carefully inched my way towards the living room. Both my mum and my dad were sprawled on the sofas, the TV on full blast. One of them must have been sick last night. The smell met me as I opened the door. Something else for me to clean up later.
"Finally." Snapped my mum. My dad didn't say anything until he'd taken a couple of bites of his food. He grunted which I'd learnt to mean he couldn't find fault with it.
"Go do the dishes, Useless." He spat, spraying me with food from his full mouth.
We don't have a dishwasher so it's up to me to do all the washing by hand. One time I hadn't managed to get the plates clean and had just placed them on the draining board, hoping for the best. What I got however, was pretty much the opposite of the best. My father inspected them and noticed that I hadn't got all the food off. He grabbed me and forced my head under the dirty washing up water in the sink until I thought I was going to die. He wrenched me up just in time though. He wouldn't murder his personal little slave. I never tried that again.
Once I'd done the dishes I just stood there, listening. Over the racket the television was making I could hear raised voiced, loud and angry. Using this as my cover I tugged on my boot and my biggest coat with the longest sleeves. I slipped the key into my pocket and slipped outside. I wished I was back at duel academy. They wouldn't be there and my friends would. I could just get on with lessons and forget about ever having to go home and have a laugh with Jaden and the others…
Somewhere, a clock chimed ten and I started sprinting. Being late was the last thing I needed on top of everything else.
End Chapter
Chan: well? Good? Bad?
Bastion: bad!
Chazz: aww don't worry. You'll get used to it. –Pats him on the back-