A/N: Okay, so I know I've already done this, but I went through this story and revised it a little. Not too much has changed, just a couple details and I rewrote a couple things to make it more understandable. I must warn you, I might do this a couple more times as I go. Anyway, I hope you like it :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing besides the story line.
One last thing, IMPORTANT: To those of you who haven't read this yet, the first chapter is the shortest one I have, and there are parts in the flash back that you probably won't like, but this chapter is the worst of it (You'll understand what I mean once you've read it.) After this chapter the morbid parts calm down alot. I just ask you to see this chapter through, it's my least favorite part, but it's necessary to the story.
Chapter one
A day in the life of a typical teenage prostitute.
Atem's pov
I was blankly staring at my computer screen, trying in vain to actually read the words on the page I pulled up, talking about World War II. I had a report due tomorrow, that was supposed to be about one of the wars that shaped America. Stifling an eye roll just thinking about it, I looked at the clock, sighing in resignation as I read 5:10 a.m. I had to start getting ready in less than an hour. I didn't even notice the time fly by as the night went on. 'Great. He's gonna be pissed if he finds out about this.' I thought, picturing my father's –And I use that term very loosely-face if he knew I'd stayed up all night, no doubt it'd turn out bloody. I reached a hand up to my recently broken nose, reliving the last time I had stayed up all night, which had resulted in said broken nose.
Flash Back: Two weeks earlier.
I stared blankly down the street waiting for the man that was supposed to pick me up after school. My eyes would barely stay open, and I yawned slowly. I was hoping to delay this moment as much as I could, but unfortunately, time flew by just as fast as it would have if I had slept. I sighed as I scolded myself for staying up, knowing my exhaustion was just going to make things worse... 'If I can even stay awake long enough for this idiot pervert to get here…'
"Atem, what are you still doing here? School's been out for half an hour."
I jumped at the sound of my name, looking around for whoever was talking. My eyes finally rested on Mrs. Morgan, my gray haired math teacher, who seemed to have a vendetta against anything out of the ordinary.
Scolding myself internally for being so easily snuck up on, I searched for a good excuse, coming up blank. 'Think damn it! Think!' "I… uh, I'm just waiting for an old family friend to come get me, he's only in town for a little while, and he wanted to spend some time with me, just the two of us, before he leaves. Heh… he must have gotten caught in traffic or something, but he'll be here soon." I smiled at her, hoping she would buy it.
Luckily, though she didn't look fully convinced, she took my word for it, and turned around to get into her car, muttering something about young men, and there constant shenanigans.
About fifteen minutes after the teacher had left, the man finally pulled up into the almost empty parking lot.
"Well… here goes nothing." I muttered to myself before getting into the man's red 2005 Eclipse. The seat was so comfortable, I was half asleep the entire ride, only half listening to the old man talk.
"You see, I don't really do this vary often, and… well, I've never done this with a man before."
I sighed, comfortably sinking a little more into the seat, my brain not fully registering what he was talking about doing, and who he was talking about doing it with.
"Just relax, it'll be fine."
"But what if someone finds out! They would think of me as a perverted fag!" The man practically cried.
I just sat there, thinking of things to say to comfort the old man… What did he say his name was again? I know my father told me…
"The only way someone would find out is if one of us tells. I'm definitely not gonna tell, I'd die first" 'Literally'. "So that just leaves you. It'll be completely up to you who finds out."
The man finally shut up, relaxing in his seat.
"Finally", the man sighed in relief. "We're here." He got out of the car, and started towards one the motel rooms. 'Jeez, you'd think a guy with so much money would get a less disgusting place.' I thought to myself, sluggishly getting out of the car to follow him inside. "I'll be right out." The old man called to me from the bathroom. So I decided to get comfortable, lying on the bed. My eyelids were getting to heavy to keep up, so I let my eyes close, while I waited for him to come out of the bathroom. The next thing I knew, I was on my stomach, my pants and boxers were around my ankles, and I felt something penetrate me. I flew off the bed, and had my back against the wall farthest from whoever had touched me in a millisecond, breathing a hundred miles a minute. There was a startled yell, and sudden pounding on the door. I looked around, and pulled my pants back up, slowly gaining my memory of the past twelve hours back. When I finally remembered what I was doing here, I cursed under my breath, knowing I fucked up. Bad. He already knew what had happened the second it did. He always set up cameras when ever I had to do this, to make sure I was doing what I was supposed to. Dreading what was coming, I watched the man cower under the blankets as I opened the door for my father.
"What the hell do you think you're doing boy?" He yelled, backhanding me. I rubbed my cheek, closing my eyes from the pain.
"I'm sorry sir! I… fell asleep, and…" I was at a loss for words, how could I explain to this man what had happened? He'd probably kill me on the spot, hell he was probably already contemplating that right now. Man do I wish that's what he decided to do. Instead, he pulled some rope out of a black bag I hadn't noticed he was carrying, and told me to give him my hands. I did as I was told, letting him tie them together in front of me, so tight it felt like they were going to pop off. I held back a whimper, and just looked at my so called father, hoping for mercy. No such luck. Big surprise. He pushed me onto the ground and once again, my pants and boxers were around my ankles.
"I'll teach you respect boy, if it's the last thing I do!" He looked at the old man, signaling him to come over. "My apologies sir, I promise it won't happen again. This time will be free of charge." He smiled at the man, as he walked over to where we were. As hard as I tried to keep it back, I couldn't stop the soft whimper from escaping my lips. My father's head snapped to me, eyes practically bulging from his head. He pushed me over on my side, and kicked me in the stomach. The old man looked like he was about to have a heart attack.
"Um, actually, I think I might be running late… I need to go." And without another word, he sprinted out the door, slamming it shut behind him. I was in trouble. More trouble than I had ever even imagined possible. I looked up to see my father's wicked smirk. He pushed me back over onto my stomach.
"Well boy, It looks like I get the pleasure of teaching you this lesson by myself."
"Please no, God no, anything but this sir! I swear I'll make it up to you! Just please, please don't do this." I begged him, practically crying.
"I taught you to never raise your voice to me boy!" He yelled, grabbing me by the hair, and smashing my face into ground. I heard a crack, and felt warm liquid gush from my nose. He just laughed a harsh and merciless laugh, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. I tried crawl to the bathroom, but he was to fast.
His hand was around my ankle in a heartbeat, pulling me back, still laughing. He put an arm around my waist so I couldn't try to get away again, but I wouldn't give up, I kept struggling, trying to wiggle out of his grip. But it was to no end. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain as he forced himself into me, and I cried out, still struggling to get away. Blood was still gushing from my nose, and the more I squirmed, the harder it was to breath. Every time I moved, more blood gushed out, half of it getting into my mouth. I tried to call out for someone to help me, but choked as I inhaled the treacherous red liquid.
My body was already tired from the lack of sleep, so it didn't take long for me to tire myself out completely. I finally stopped trying to get away, and just closed my eyes, giving in.
End of flashback:
I sighed, and turned my computer off, so I could go wake Marik up, to get ready for school. As I opened the door to his room, I just stared at the sleeping seven year old. He was so happy, so full of innocence. This was what I had sworn to protect since the day he was born. He was going to keep his innocence for as long as I could help it.
Yugi's pov.
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I looked up at the clock, and wanted to cry when I saw it was only 2:06. 'Well… at least it's only one more hour…' I thought to myself, getting restless. The doctors didn't know how long my mother had left, but they knew she didn't have more than a couple weeks, and there I was, stuck in school when I should have been taking care of her! I sighed and was about to start another problem on my geometry when the phone rang. Trying not to be to obvious I listened closely to the one sided conversation when I felt Mr. Freeman's eyes on the back of my head.
"Oh, uh… yeah of course… I'll be sure to tell him… yeah, you too… bye."
I told myself I was just imagining things, he could be talking about anyone.
"Mr. Motou, can I have a word with you in the hall please?"
Crap. I nodded, dreading hearing what he had to say. Walking out of the classroom I prayed it wasn't about my mother. As I closed the door, Mr. Freeman put his hand on my shoulder, and looked into my eyes sadly.
"I'm so sorry Yugi, Your mother passed away about an hour ago. Your neighbor found her when he went to check up on her."
I felt my head spinning. 'No. This can't be happening.' I thought as I sunk down onto the floor.
"Maybe you should take the rest of the day off, if you want I can give you a ride home?"
"No, it's okay, I'll walk…" I said shakily getting to my feet and walking to the office to sign out. As I was walking out the front doors of the school my mind went blank. I let my feet carry me, not really knowing were I was going. I didn't care where I was going, I just wanted to get away. When I stopped I wasn't exactly sure where I was, but I liked it. The scenery was amazing, something you didn't come across often living in the city. It was a small meadow with a little stream running through it. I sat down next to the stream, and listened intently on the running water, letting my thoughts flow away with it, not noticing the guy across the river from me.
Atem's pov.
I skipped class today, not really in the mood to listen to my teacher scold me for not turning in my essay. I decided to go to the meadow my mother liked to take my father and I to on picnics. I knew I could get some rest there. I lie down next to the stream, and slowly let myself drift to sleep. When I woke up, I heard soft cries coming from somewhere down the stream. I looked around to see a kid that looked almost exactly like me, across the river, a few yards down. His head was down looking at his feet, but I could see his eyes were red rimmed and moist from crying when he looked up.
He stared at me, looking confused as I was. I noticed he had pale, milky white skin, very boyish futures, and big Amethyst eyes. He looked tired, and lonely, kind of how I felt. Suddenly he muttered something about going crazy already, getting to his feet and running off. I just sat there and blinked, watching his back as he ran.
"Damn," I said to myself, "I must still be tired..." I looked at my watch, it was almost time for Marik's class to get out, so I got up and started for his school, to go pick him up. When I got there he was already standing outside. As soon as his eyes found me, he started running toward me, his little arms outstretched to hug me. I winced in pain as his head collided with my chest, still bruised from the beating I got from my dad last night. Luckily he didn't notice.
"Temy! Whatcha doin here big brother?" He asked me softly.
A small smile spread across my lips, as he grabbed my hand."I just thought I'd spend time with my annoying little brother."
He giggled, and pulled me towards one of his friends. "Kura! Look, it's Temy! Member, I was tellin you about him?"
"Hi!" The little boy smiled and waved at me.
I looked up at the woman standing next to him,"Hey, I'm Atem, Marik's older brother." I introduced myself.
She looked at me skeptically."Shouldn't you be in school?"
Crap, I'd forgotten about that. "Uh… yeah…" I looked down my voice trailing off.
She laughed softly. "Relax, I'm only kidding, I won't tell if you don't." She smiled. "I remember being your age. Besides it's nice to know your not ditching to go out and party."
"Heh, yeah. Hey, would you mind giving him a ride home? My dad would freak if he found out I ditched." There was the understatement of the century.
"Oh of cores!" She looked at Marik, and then at her son, "You two ready to go?" Marik looked up at me in disappointment. "Your not commin?"
I looked down at him sadly."Nah, but I'll be home in a little while, I promise."
"Kay, love ya Temy! See ya at home!"
I waved goodbye as they climbed into the car and drove off. I had half an hour before I had to head home, so I decided to go to the arcade when something hit me.
"Shit!" How could I be so stupid?
A/N: Soooo, what did you think? Please review :) Critiques are welcome!