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My life had its ups and downs, but when I turned 16 it turned in to a turbulent chain of events that I'm not sure I regret any more now than when I did as it all happened. My name is Amethyst, but most have settled for calling me Amy.

So when did my life change and why?

It was about the end of February. The only other people I lived with were my father and my little sister, Aquamarine. My mother had cheated on my father, and before he could kick her out she left announcing that she would be marrying the man she had met and would be having a child with him. I never understood why she seemed fine with it even though myself, my father and sister loved her to pieces and were absolutely devastated that she had left - but I guess that's what bitterness does. It makes you care less about yourself, let alone other people.

I had not seen much of my mother since she had left.

My father was a businessman and was good - scratch that - brilliant at his job. He could speak reasonable French; Spanish; Italian; German; Russian; Chinese and Japanese. He was a good sportsman with great athletic skill; and to top it off he was a strong man who always seemed to get what he wanted and everyone respected him. This was whether it was willingly or unwillingly. A man who everyone wanted to be. I often found myself wanting to be him too.

I had respect for him as my father like you do. But any other respect I had for him had gradually disappeared over the years. Being shouted at and treated more like a stranger than a daughter really doesn't get you far in this world when it comes to children - in short, both me and Aqua felt little desire to rely on our family for anything, especially our parents. But even so, I still somehow managed to find some sort of love for him...even if he was not the 'ideal father'.

But back to this particular afternoon where things would turn round for the worse, it started when my father returned home from work. I could tell he was not in a good mood - though why I thought that might have changed for him, seeing as him being cheerful was a rarity. My father and I prided ourselves for having an excellent sense of area space and atmosphere giving the ability to have quick reactions and tell what people are feeling. It didn't help that I was preparing myself to tell him some news that I knew would make the atmosphere in the house turn even uglier than it already was.

"Hi Dad." I said as he walked through the door, not sure whether I cared that I didn't set him off with the first words that came out of my mouth. The last thing I wanted was for him to lose his temper with me, but given I was already in enough trouble, it would have just been the cherry on top of the giant mud mountain I was sliding down.

And why, you think, was I in so much trouble? Well the start of it was when I turned eleven, which was when I began to change from being the obedient daughter to an 'outrageous rogue' as my father called me on numerous occasions since.

I started to hang out with people he and many others our family circle saw as a bad influence and I skipped school a lot: I couldn't stand the kids or the teachers, despite the fact that I had a love of learning - but then who said I didn't anything valuable otherwise? I became street wise with people who knew more about the dangers of the world than I ever knew existed - and what's more, I had my freedom.

I did what I liked.

I was free, I was young, but maybe a bit stupid, and definitely wholeheartedly stubborn.

In essence, I was my father's daughter through and through. Yet to me, he was too blind to see that everything I did in my life was exactly like him - we made our own destiny, we never gave our choices away and we never gave anyone permission to stop us from being who we were.

But he never liked looking into mirrors. He didn't like the fact that I wasn't little anymore and no longer wanting my hand held ever again because I had so little trust left for any of my family, let alone him - the one person who should've known me best.

Maybe it wouldn't have mattered if I had concentrated on other things like my school work or the people I associated myself with; but as I'm sure most youngsters like me, who had reached the end of their tolerance, getting an education and dating the son or daughter of a rich millionaire was about the last thing our minds. And so, with my grades have fallen completely, having been getting into more trouble with the crowd I hung with and my lack of being present in the school building, the school finally decided to get rid of me.

Thinking rapidly yet carefully about how I wanted to say my piece, I stopped briefly because there was a buzz in my pocket. I pulled out my phone to find a text message waiting for me:

Got your message about school. Ring/text me as soon as you've spoken to your father. K.

I smiled slightly. Kai Hiwatari was one of those that my dad didn't really think I should've been hanging out with - mainly because he acted like a bit of a bad boy, despite the fact that he was the heir to a wealthy family and actually one of the most intelligent guys I had ever known. Whilst he was daring at times, he was hard working and sensible with his options - and that with being a highly respected, top-class beyblader, he was by far the better man in my life than my father had been for a long time.

"Ah, Amethyst - why are you home early?" My father grunted as he sat himself down on the sofa opposite me in the living room, looking up at me with his piercing blue eyes.

"It's to do with school…" I started coolly, which my father picked up on like a rat sniffing out poison. Sometimes, my dad could be rather scary - his frosty glares tended to make me feel more on edge than when he ever raised his voice. But I refused to tremble as his gaze scoured my very being, trying to pick apart anything in my expression and my body language to find out what had gone wrong with his tearaway daughter.

"Yes?" My father looked at me expectantly, carrying on the condescending tone that he knew drove me up the wall, especially when teamed with using my proper name. Call it childish, I liked being called Amy better - but that was irrelevant at that point. I guess looking back on that time, I wasn't in any position to start correcting him about what nickname I fancied. It wasn't like we were on familial terms at that moment.

I took a deep breath and looked at him properly as I said, "I got kicked out."

My father blinked a couple of times, his face shifting beautifully into a livid expression that might've been funny - if he hadn't have then walked over to slap me hard across the face. I still remember it: each time it happens: it's like looking at a film in slow motion, and I can't still quite believe what he did - he might have been a hot blooded man, but he very rarely ever raised a hand to me.

Just then Aqua entered back home and froze, seeing our father and I frozen in a tableau not far off resembling a battle field as she hid slightly behind the wall.

It didn't take her long to register what was happening.

"YOU STUPID, FUCKING COW!" My father bellowed at the top of his voice, Aqua's eyes widened with fear as she cowered in the corner of the kitchen, whilst I stared up at him blankly not daring to reveal any of my inner anger. Good thing I always had some balls, otherwise he would've had two pathetic daughters cowering underneath him.

"How the fuck am I supposed to sort this out when I've got to look after you and your sister since the day your whore of a mother left us! This is ridiculous! You're nearly 16 years old and you can't even stay in a lesson, or keep yourself out of trouble - for more than an hour?! What the hell is going on with you - you're not a stupid girl, for God's sake! Why aren't you trying anymore?" My father's face was so contorted with rage that it seemed he was near hysterical. I sarcastically thought then that maybe he ought to have been playing the violin whilst reciting what a tragedy it was that I didn't give a flying fuck about school to say the least.

But it was that slap that had sent a red mist over my mind that threatened to cloud my judgment as he invaded my personal space - so I stood up and retorted in a hiss, "Don't shout, there's Aqua here too. And since when did you care about whether I could stay in school for more than an hour? You barely did anything when you found out I'd started smoking, for crying out loud!"

"Like you gave me a choice, Amy - I told you to stop, but did you listen? No, you've gone ahead and done it anyway, along with God knows what else - yet you have the bone bloody cheek to try and blame me for your actions! And what's more, that's not even the point now - what are you going to do now? As if my job isn't demanding enough already, you manage to get yourself kicked out of school and with no prospects or back up plan either, yet I'm sure you'll be expecting me to house you and provide for you still!"

I could see the fire in my father's eyes as I knew he had probably seen the same in mine. I hated that he was at least speaking some form of truth: he might not have been around for me when I needed him, but I still made the choice to do what I wanted - but then, I wasn't at all afraid because what really mattered was not in the way I dressed or who had I slept with since I was 14: it was the fact that something we couldn't name or describe was blocking us from being the father and daughter we had been before I ever reached secondary school.

Unable to deal with the shouting, I held up my hands and huffed with forced laughter as I began to walk around, unable to stop myself from breathing so rapidly that I might have given myself a panic attack.

"You know what? I haven't got fucking time for this. Yeah, I may have screwed up my education a bit - but the Dad I know would tell me off, and still love me even if he had to take the time to help me back on the right road - not standing there and yelling at me and making me feel more stupid than I already feel. You think I don't know what I have done? I am still your daughter, whether you love me or not, and if you had paid the blindest bit of attention, you would see that I learnt to do things my way anyway from you."

I might as well had slapped him back, because my father suddenly stepped further away from me, the distance between us now visible as he shook his head as though he couldn't get his mind round the idea that I had finally said what I had been wanting to say to him for years: that I blamed him, along with my mother, for making me feel abandoned and alone.

"Fine then, Amethyst. You carry on - I will leave you to do your own thing, seeing as that is what you so clearly wanted. But know this: I am extremely angry and disappointed in you - I thought I had raised my daughters to be civil and hard-working, and to respect that even though things in life may not go your way, there are better routes than ones such as abusing authority where it is placed, like it or not. I just don't understand you - I don't understand what it is that is making you want to ruin your life when you have so much potential - when you can do so much better than this"

If I had said that I wasn't bothered by the fact that my father's words bore into me and really made me feel like I was a disappointment altogether, I would have been lying. It stung me more than he was shouting at me. And I wouldn't stand for it any longer - I was angry and I was hurt and for the first time in a very long time, the tears started to fall. I felt like I was drowning, and all I could do was thrash and scream because none of it made sense to me anymore.

"So that's it, is it? You're going to just walk away and act as if you have no part in this? You fucking coward. How dare you do that to me! How can you say those things to me, or even to or about Aqua, when you're never there? I hate you, I fucking hate you! You don't even give a shit! What kind of father does that make you? What the hell do you want from me?!"

By the end on my speech, I wasn't sure if I was yelling or crying or if I had managed to find some sort of in between - but almost as soon as the words left my mouth I then immediately wanted to take every word I said and cram it back into my mouth, though no force on the earth could've allowed me to take back what I said. I didn't want to be weak and I didn't want to let my pride fall. But it was too much. I'd had enough and I was so broken that I wanted someone to pick me up and hold me together for a little while longer before I split up into pieces and fell to the floor.

But that would have been too easy. And I think my father and I both knew we were past wanting to make each other's lives easier.

"Whatever happened to my little girl, Amy? Because this isn't her. This isn't my daughter. Where has she gone?" My father quietly asked, his anger suddenly disappearing and leaving in its place something like loss and confusion.

Shaking my head as the tears fell off my face, I looked back at him once more and said, "If you can't see that I am your daughter and always have been and always will, you're a failure as a father. I am more like you than anyone you will ever know and you just won't see it. Well, I guess you win: I'm done, and I am ashamed I even call you my father."

And with that, I stormed off to my room, Aqua following immediately behind me whilst breaking into sobs that were clearly out with fright and confusion. Sighing, I hugged and coaxed her comfortingly, leading her to my room where we sat down in the bed together and held onto each other for a moment in complete silence.

"Amy, why do you and Dad say such mean things to each other? We're family - I don't want you two to leave so we're all alone like when Mum left. You always say that we should try and stick together." She murmured sadly into my shoulder, my hand absentmindedly stroking her back as stared ahead at the wall with no answers for her that would detract from the truth.

"Sometimes when we're unhappy, we can't help being horrible and mean to others. If we can't be nice about ourselves, we can't be nice to other people - though I suppose you're right; it's hardly an excuse."

"Then can't you both make each other feel better if you're both unhappy? You always make me feel better when I'm unhappy, even when you aren't happy. Why not you and Dad?" Aqua raised her head, looking at me with her bright eyes in such a way that I almost thought I had been looking at my mother. And that made my heart clench even tighter than usual, the thought of her and having to explain to her when we next had contact - why I had suddenly become a disappointment, the family failure.

Sighing, I got up from the sofa to go and start cooking dinner. "Maybe you should go and start on your homework. Dinner will be ready when I call you." I said quietly, not daring to look at my sister. I knew she was crying - but I knew I couldn't do anything about that right now. I think I was holding back tears that had once again sprung to my eyes back that time.

"Ok." She mumbled, looking at me sadly once more before scooting out of the room as fast as she could. As she went, I felt my eyes begin to sting with wanting to let it all go again and throw myself into my pillows in despair. I dug in my trouser pocket to pull out my phone when I heard it go off again.

1 new message. I unlocked my phone and saw who it was sent from:

I'm going to guess that your dad didn't take the news well, seeing as you haven't rung or text me yet. What's happened? K.

Kai. I swear that guy always knew how I felt - even if he was half way across the world away from me. But that was what was great about him: if I needed him, he was always there. Without question - he never asked what it was I needed him for; he just came to the phone or to my face. But sometimes, there wasn't much he could do to help. By then my father was past the stage of forgiving. I typed in:

Very bad. I wouldn't bother trying to talk to me at the moment. Me and everything else around me is just one big mess atm. Sorry I took so long to get back to you. Hope beyblade training and everything is going ok. I miss you. A.

My finger hesitated slightly over the send button, wondering why I saw suddenly being so open about how I was feeling when usually I'd pass it off as nothing. But then my eyes began to leak and suddenly the idea of warning the Phoenix blader that he would get a boat load of emotional crap if he tried talking to me suddenly became plausible. I hit the send button.

I sighed and laid back on the bed, sure that I wasn't going to get anything for a while at least. Then about a minute or so later, my phone bleeped again. I looked at the screen.

1 new message:

Don't give up and stay strong. And I don't care whether you think you're being pathetic or not, I want you to ring me as soon as you can and talk. Don't worry about me. Focus on yourself, and it will get better. I miss you. K.

Again, he made me smile. Whenever he got so commandeering it just made me chuckle at how people only saw him as emotionless, rather than looking deeper into what he meant. But then that's why we could call each other friends: I was quite happy to take the time to understand him. And in return, he took the time to understand me. Deciding not to argue against talking to him, I text back:

Ok. Speak to you later. A.

I went back downstairs to start the dinner and saw my father sat silently in the living room, staring blankly at a wall. Had I been any younger and any more tolerant, I might have gone over and tried to talk to him - but it was too late for that then. Unless he made the first move, I wasn't giving him an inch.

But I never got a word or even a look out of him for the rest of the night. He just sat on the sofa, ignoring anything and everything around him. I knew then that it would get worse from that evening.

Eventually later that night, I snuck out to sit outside in the back garden. Although it was chilly for a February evening, I only needed a pair of jeans, a tank top and a hoodie to keep me warm. I took my phone out of my pocket and dialled a number before holding it to my ear in wait for an answer.

"Amy."

I smiled as I heard the familiar baritone of Kai's voice, the sound of it making me loosen up instantly in knowing that I still had at least one good friend left in the world.

"Hey. Are you busy? I just wandered if you wanted to talk right now." I asked, stepping from one foot to the other as I pulled my hands into my hoodie sleeves to protect them from the nippy wind blowing past.

I heard chuckle slightly for some reason as he answered, "I'm ok to talk. Are you?"

"Yeah, sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're just looking a bit cold, that's all."

For moment I stood completely bewildered, wandering how on earth he knew I was outside, let alone whether I was beginning to feel the frostiness - then I heard him chuckle again. Though this time, I didn't hear him from down the phone. I whipped round and there sure enough, I saw the sight I thought I would not be seeing for another few months: Kai Hiwatari stood a few meters away down the garden, putting his phone back in his pocket - smirking.

"Kai? When did you come in to the UK? I thought you were with your team in Japan?" I gasped as he strode quickly towards me, stopping only just a foot away from me as he continued to grin.

"I had some other things to attend to." He said quietly, his eyes darting to the house as did mine to check that my father wouldn't catch us together out there.

"Like what?" I asked, pulling my hoodie tighter around myself when I noticed that I was starting to shiver. Noticing that I was suddenly finding it difficult to deal with the outside temperature, Kai then shrugged off his coat and put it around me whilst pulling me by the arms towards him so that he could look at me with a more serious expression on his face. I started to shake my head when I began to see what he was trying to tell me in no words.

"You came here to see me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He asked as his eyebrows furrowed, staring at me intently as I sighed and shook my head again.

"I'm sorry, I'm tired. I'm really happy to see you. Really, I am." I apologised, attempting to smile cheerfully though it was clear he wasn't buying into it. But then it was no secret to him that my family life was slightly messed up - which was one definite thing I shared in common with him.

"Can we go inside?" Kai asked, his gaze again straying towards the house. Nodding, I led him back from the garden and through the back door, shutting it quietly behind him as we wiped our shoes on the mat and took them off.

"My room." I whispered as I pointed upstairs, the two of us tiptoeing across the hallway and up the steps slowly that led to my room, making sure that both my sister and father were in bed before dashing into my room and shutting the door quietly behind us. I went to sit on my bed, Kai following suit as we both looked at each other and smiled.

"How are you?" I asked, keeping my voice to a murmur so that my voice didn't carry through the walls and wake up the other people present in the household.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that question?" Kai answered that wryly, one of his hands slowly reaching to push my hair out of my face to get a better look at me. He smirked when I moved my head away and looked at him, playfully indignant. Judging by his comment I must've been looking pretty rough, despite the fact that it had been a long few hours since I had finished crying.

"Guess I've seen better days, huh?" I said, snapping my head round when I heard tapping on the window - it was only a tree branch, much to my relief. And then there was the pale glow of the moon in the sky, with no clouds to be seen. Even the stars seemed almost invisible the black of the night.

When I turned round to look at Kai again, he was holding out a wrapped box. My expression must have mimicked my confusion because he then chuckled, one of his hands taking my own so he could place the package in them.

"I wasn't sure what to get you - it was something I saw out in Japan just before I came over," He murmured, watching me intently as I took a few moments to recover from my dumbfounded moment, "For your birthday."

I slapped myself internally then. I had completely forgotten that I had been due to turn 16, what with all the rubbish going on at home and school - not that I really liked celebrating my birthdays. Certainly past about ten years old I felt no joy in becoming a year older, nor did I have the desire to make a big deal about it and I usually made sure that no one else remembered either.

"Oh Kai, you didn't have to get me anything, seriously." I whispered, my fingers trembling as they held the present delicately between my fingers.

"I know I didn't have to."

I looked up to see Kai staring at me with his amethyst eyes, their orbs sparkling in the light of the moon and with a glimmer of delight as his lips pulled up into a small yet recognisable smile.

"I wanted to."

Feeling my heart swell, I hid my blushing cheeks from his view by looking down at the box again so I could see what I was opening. I wound the ribbon around my fingers and then carefully undid the paper, wanting to keep it rather than ripping it. The box underneath the wrappings was plain cardboard with a lid, the weight of it light. I lifted the lid from it and looked inside, almost gasping when I saw what the gift was.

"Is this…" I tailed off, my hand going in and pulling out the chain of the necklace sat in the bottom, holding the charm that hung from the middle of it in the air as the light from the moon caught it and made it gleam.

"Glow worm necklace. I remember you looking at the stalls when we went to that market place in China a while back and you were staring at it for a while - though you never bought it." Kai explained, confirming my answer as he too seemed to admire the necklace. The circle that was the charm contained within it what looked like a space nebula, the colour of it a dark blue that was almost hypnotic if you stared at it for too long as it glowed in the darkness.

Finally letting a huge smile break out on my face, I shook my head. I was unable to look him in the eyes, keeping my gaze elsewhere so he wouldn't see that I was about to cry again as I said hoarsely, "Thank you."

Placing a hand under my chin and pulling it gently up so I was met with a gaze so soft that I wasn't sure that it was him still looking at me, Kai stared into my eyes directly and sincerely before taking the necklace from my hands and putting it around my neck, his fingers stopping on the charm as he moved it hang just below the trachea of my throat.

"You're welcome. And whenever you wear it, I want you to remember this, Amy." He replied, the tone of his voice refocusing my attention so that I was now waiting, patiently listening for what he was about to tell me.

"Even if all else is failing and no one else can see it, believe in your true self. Believe it because it is the only thing that will get you through, and it is the one thing that no one can take away from you."

Taking in his words of wisdom, I closed my eyes and tried to unstick my tongue where it had gotten twisted with all the words of joy and gratitude that I so badly wanted to say to him then, yet finding no voice for which to say them with.

But I decided that I would make the most of my time with Kai whilst he was still there - we only ever got to spend a few days or so together, and I didn't want to drop the mood or burden him with words that could be saved for the future when I would know what it was I wanted to say and how I was going to say it.

Yet that still didn't quell my heart from crying that it was important to tell him how much he meant to me, especially during those times when such as that night, he would travel half way across the world and more to see me. To make sure that I was live, that I was safe, and that I was still me - even if all other forces of the world where trying to bend me otherwise.

Instead of giving in to the sappiness, I simply whispered, "I'm gonna miss you when you go."

I then felt warmth of my cheek and my eyes sprung open to find that Kai was now holding my cheek.

"Then come with me." He stated, no traces of hesitation or thought in his offer.

My heart and my mind clashed violently. Whilst every feeling I possessed was urging me to accept the chance, I felt obligated to stay with my family - whatever rights or wrongs they had done by me, I wanted to fix things and make them right. And I knew better that running away never solved anything. It only became an option when there was nothing left to fight for, and I still thought there was something left that was worth that fight - between my father and I especially.

"I have to stay, Kai. There might still be a chance to…" I couldn't complete the sentence, my gut was wrenching that much.

There was a moment of silence as I waited for a response, the suspense in thinking I had upset him by turning down his offer making me suffocate. Though to my relief, Kai simply pulled me into his arms before I had a chance to react and whispered in my ear, "Then do what you have to do. I'm not going anywhere."

Burying my head into his shoulder so my ear was near enough to hear his powerful heartbeats, I caught the soothing smell of his skin and his hair, settling in his arms there for how long, I didn't care.

And true to his word in every sense, he stayed with me the whole night as we drifted between sleeping next to each other and staring at each other, exchanging the odd word and smile as we laid there awash in the glow of the moon outside. Sometimes I awoke as he slept, his face carrying no expression or mask - just him and this state of calm that only I got to see.

And these moments I cherished, keeping them close to my heart - selfishly and possessively - so that when I knew he would leave in the morning, I could imagine he would be there at night with me.

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