FM: Uh...I know this was supposed to be in a little earlier, but I swear. School came up. I missed a few days and I had to make up some work over the past few weekends. I also went up to Mississippi to visit my aunt so I could talk to her on horse riding lessons. So...I've been pretty busy. Anyway, here it is! The second chapter! And I don't own Digimon
The ride to the store was not something Matt was looking forward to. So, as he sat in the back seat, he began twiddling his thumbs. What else was there to do? When they finally made it to the actual destination, —with pit stops along the way—Matt literally jumped for joy. This was the time he could pick more clothes to bring back with him; he didn't get a lot of clothes. As they walked into the store, Takeru had to look around in awe.
"It's so big..." He said, his eyes wide. Matt resisted the urge to roll his eyes; Takeru did that every single time they came here. Natsuko just nodded, before taking off towards the clothes. Matt followed, not exactly interested in anything else.
"How's this?" Natsuko held a shirt up, a grin splitting over her face. Matt waved it off. "Nah, I don't like orange." Natsuko nodded, before going back to looking. Matt took the time to watch Takeru; the kid was inching his way out towards the toy isle.
"Takeru…" Matt gave him a warning tone, and Takeru instantly backtracked. "Uh…yes big brother?" He asked, a guilty grin on his face. Matt just shook his head it him.
"I've got it!" Natsuko held up a long sleeved blue shirt where as the sleeves were a lighter shade. Matt nodded to accept it, and Natsuko pulled out a pair of brown khakis to go with it. She shoved the outfit to him, sending him off to go change.
Once Matt was changed, his mother looked him over. The shirt was a bit loose, but it was the smallest for his age that they had. She frowned. "You need to eat more." She stated absently, flattening his hair. Matt blinked. "I'm forbidden from eating for a while." He said.
"For what?" Natsuko asked angrily. Matt shrugged. "I forgot to lock the shed last week from getting blankets out." He went back to change to his original clothes as Natsuko fumed.
"He shouldn't have the right to do that! I'm going to bring this up in court! That's child abuse!" Matt half-heartedly listened to her rambles, yawning. He was used to this. He came back out and put the outfit in the basket, wincing. Natsuko stopped.
"Anything wrong?" She asked. Matt paused, but shook his head. "I'm fine." He said. He rubbed his eyes, before walking over to where Takeru was, grabbing his shirt. Takeru was holding a huge green hat with a blue gem in the middle. Matt raised an eyebrow.
"Mama, I want this!" He said, holding the hat up. Natsuko sighed. "You're never going to grow into that." She commented softly. Matt just smiled. "I'm sure he'll grow into it." Natsuko just smiled at Matt's words, nodding.
"Of course." She said, taking the hat and putting it in the basket. After choosing a few other outfits, they went to the coats. Matt looked around absently, before his eyes caught something. He paused, staring. Natsuko looked up. "Matt, what—," Natsuko's eyes followed his gaze.
"Oh…" She went over next to him, crouching down. "Do you want those?" She asked. Matt nodded wordlessly. Natsuko resisted the urge to laugh, hugging him. "Of course." She said. They were a simple pair of brown gloves, but… Matt didn't know what he was drawn to them by. Natsuko went up to the counter, and Matt looked up.
"Here." She said, holding them out to Matt. Matt gained the same look as before. To him, this was… He slowly reached out to take them, before grinning. "Thank you!" He hugged her, before running off to go show Takeru, who was playing over by the basket.
When they had left the store, Matt could only dread the upcoming Monday. Tomorrow, he had to leave in the afternoon to catch his train so he could go to school the following morning. It was just a matter of time. Takeru was sitting next to him, trying to figure a rubix cube. Matt yawned, leaning back in his seat. In all honesty, he hated school. It just…wasn't good enough to get away from. Sure, he escaped his dad for a short period of time, but… He just didn't have anything to fight for.
"Matt…?" Matt looked over, offering a smile at Takeru.
"Yeah?"
"Why is dad being mean to you?" He asked. Matt frowned.
"What would make you think that?" He asked. Takeru looked down. "Well…I heard mama crying in her sleep about dad hurting you…she never does that…"
Matt listened, and his heart plummeted guiltily. Was he really causing his mom that much pain? He lowered his gaze.
"I'm a fool, Take-Chan." He said quietly. "Dad isn't hurting me…I'm hurting myself. I've done wrong, so I get punished. I'm a bad kid." He said, leaning back in the seat. Takeru looked at him in confusion, but kept quiet.
The next day went by so fast for Matt, he hadn't known what to expect. Pretty soon, it was time for his train to come. But unfortunately, the train was delayed so Matt's mother decided that he could stay until the following morning.
At around 12:00 in the morning, Matt was woken up to the sound of harsh knocking coming from the front door. So quietly, he tiptoed out of the room so he wouldn't wake Takeru, and walked in on his mother and father yelling at each other. He stood paralyzed, looking between them both.
"It's you're fault then, you damned bitch? Well then, you'll take the blame!" Matt's reflexes kicked in right there, seeing as his mother was about to be punched. He sprinted across the room the take the blow, and was sent hurtling into the wall. Natsuko gasped, and started to cry. Matt had gotten right back up, but his dad walked towards him, Natsuko trying to hold him back and failing.
Matt was at a loss of what to do. Finally, he just stood, waiting to see what would happen. His father yanked him up by the collar, bringing him so close to his face Matt had to wince at the permanent smell of alcohol on his breath. His father then slammed him into the wall, knocking the air out of him. His dad then stood over him.
"Get out. You better not let me see you around again, you little son of a bitch. If I do, I swear I'll kill you. And that pathetic rat of a brother of yours." Matt's eyes widened, and before he could stop himself, he had kicked his father in the groin hard, and broke into a run from the house. He heard a scream and stopped, looking back towards the house. His heart froze. He then turned, continuing to run.
Matt had been running for however his legs could hold. He slowed to a stop, panting. He coughed violently, falling to his knees. It was early into dawn. He had nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. He collapsed, before hearing a low rumble. He froze and looked up, just in time to see a bright light. And then, darkness.
"Yo, Raine, I think he's comin' around." Matt sat up, holding his head. "…Where am I?" Matt grumbled. A teen with extremely messed up gray hair and blue eyes stood over him. "Hey kid. You okay?" Raine sat back as Matt sat up, gripping his head.
"I…I think. I have a headache." He said, his voice quite a bit hoarse. Raine leaned forwards again. "Huh." He looked to his right. "Tai. Get this kid some water, will ya?" Matt looked over. A kid that didn't look much older than him sat at a table, his head lying on his arms. He then looked up, nodding. "Y-Yes s-sir." He said, slipping out of the chair. Matt frowned. "Why does that kid stutter like that?" He asked. Raine just sighed. "Tai, I said you could call me Raine. Please." Raine then turned to Matt.
"Oh. This place. Tai was found lying on a street side like you. He apparently was almost killed by his mother. He's uh…a sexual abuse victim." Matt's eyes widened. "Oh…that's horrible." Matt said. Raine frowned. "So…what happened to you? What's your name, kid?" Raine frowned as Matt tilted his head.
"I…can't remember."
FM: So, tell me. Trash or Continue?
