AN: Well, this is the new and improved version of my old 'master-piece'. I looked back at it and I couldn't help but wince, so I decided to start over again. I hope you enjoy this version as much as you may have done the first!

Disclaimer: Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me, yet the plot does! This disclaimer counts towards the entire fic, not just this chapter.

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Joey's point of view

He's gone! I start to get up from the floor but wince from the pain that flows throughout my sore body, but especially in my thighs and lower regions. Damn that old man of mine... I walk out of the bathroom, supporting myself on the door and walls wherever I can and manage to get down the stairs without too much difficulty, even though I stumbled once or twice.

I listen cautiously for any movement that could indicate His return. Nothing. Ignoring the pain, I grab my trusty jacket quickly before darting out of the door and heading out into the night.

I pick up my pace and start to sprint lightly, not caring where I go as long as it's away. Away from this place, away from Him, away from it all.

Soon I start to reach an area that I deem far enough to rest. For now. He'll come looking for me eventually… then the whole damn thing will start over again. I give a dry chuckle before settling on a bench under some huge oak trees and getting lost in my memories.

---Flashback--

As soon as I heard the door slam shut I knew I was in trouble, I knew that He had a huge problem with drinking from experiance, I also knew that it made Him quite violent.. Scrambling up, I grabbed my homework and hid it under the tattered sofa before backing quickly into the corner, hoping to be overlooked. Usually I'd never be such a coward, but when now it couldn't really be helped. No such luck for me tonight though, that was the first place He checked.

Even from a distance I could smell the stench of the alcohol on His breath, another wave of panic rushing through me.

He smirked dangerously, and before I could react I was sent sprawling to the ground several feet away by his booted foot. Darting forwards before I even had a chance to recover, He jerked me up by the hair and threw me into the wall by the door. Holding me up by the throat, He lent in close before whispering huskily into my ear.

"I've had a bad day, SON." He sneered, tightening his grip until I was sure it would bruise. I closed my eyes slowly, growling softly under my breath and struggling as best as I could, "So why don't we just be a good boy today and not make a fuss?"

It wasn't a question. It was a statement, a command. I shook my head slightly and scowled at him, almost choking but managing to get my answer out, "Never! You sick son of a bitch! I'm not just gonna lay down and-" I was cut off by a punch in the face, surprising me to say the least. My nose had almost broken on impact and was gushing with blood, sending my senses spinning. I could hardly see, but I knew that this was only the beginning.

Taking advantage of my inability to think coherently, He picked me and tossed me up the stairs, grinning madly. He dragged me over to one of the rooms and I tensed immediately. It was His bedroom. He was going to rape me!

Before I could think to struggle more than I already was, I found myself being slung into the concrete wall just above the headboard, stunning me once again.

Even though he was drunk, my father' was incredibly quick and strong. As soon as my body hit the old, rickety mattress he was on me again. Grabbing my wrists tightly, He tied them securely to the headboard to make sure that I couldn't escape. I winced as they immediately started rubbing at my wrists, having some kind of wire threaded into them.

((Skipping forwards, skipping, skipping...))

I heard the front door slam and the room shook slightly from the impact of the wood on the doorframe. Heh... I always knew that this place was likely to fall apart any minute. pulling myself up exhaustedly, I rolled off the bed, having had my wrists freed. I allowed myself to fall to the floor but caught myself weakly just before, deciding that adding to the pain I was going through was not such a good idea.

I crawled to the bathroom to clean myself up as best I could, my blond bangs flopping limply in my eyes. When I completed task one I set about putting the rest of my clothes back on, gasping in pain when the material rubbed against the now bandaged wounds.

I sighed heavily and leaned against the side of the bath. That was the third time that week, and it seemed to be getting worse and worse. It had never been like this before! Sure, He had always been pretty abusive when he was out of it because of His stupid drinks, but nothing like this...

End flashback

I had been laying down on the bench while I went through the memory in my head, my amber eyes open but unseeing as I stared past the sky, unable tohelp myself. A movement from the corner startles me from my thoughts and I flinch by accident, jerking myself upright into a sitting position by reflex

The figure sits down nearby slowly, still in the shadows. I'm getting more nervous by the second. Who the hell is this person?

"Wh- who?" I manage to stutter out, cursing the day I became so weak. Maybe Kaiba's right? I am a little puppy... Breathing hard and tensing even more, I watch the figure carefully and apprehensivey.

The stranger shifts himself, a glitter of gold catching in the faint light of the nearby lamp-post that lit this part of the park.

AN: Sorry guys, cliffhanger! Can you guess who it is yet?

:3 Even though I know many of you have read this before, I hope some of you can find it in your hearts to review and tell me what you think of the rewrites. I'll get chapter 2 done as soon as I can! Review?