A/N: Wow! I have a follow and a favorite already! Thanks a ton Rafanan! Author Caffeine, it's real I swear. Every time I get a little email from It's a little more excited fuel in my system for writing. So without further adieu here is chapter 2.
~ThatOneAnimeNut
My bus stop is about three blocks from home. After tuning out to all the obnoxious kids on the bus, I pull down my long sleeves and nod to the bus driver, then start home. I usually have an argument with myself on whether to hurry home so I can relax, or walk slowly to delay the explosive argument I know I'll come home to. Today was a Thursday, the day I usually bring all my history homework home to study. Neither car was at the house, so I let myself in with the black house key in my backpack. I head up to my room and start my homework. It doesn't take very long, since I remember almost everything from my notes. I put on a music playlist and head downstairs for a snack. There's nothing in the fridge except peanut butter and tuna. Appetizing. Papa was supposed to buy groceries today, so that'll probably be the subject of tonights battle. I subconsciously run a finger down my arm at the thought. I hear a car door slam, and I jump. I deduced it was Papa because you can hear Mama's footsteps leading to the door. Sure enough a the door opened and I saw his russet hair in the living room. No groceries, of course. But he did stop to buy a bottle of wine, judging by the paper bag in his hand.
"Maka!" He calls. God help me, he's already a little tipsy.
"Yep." I answer in a monosyllable. I'm not going to bother to hide my disgust.
"How was school?" He asks out of formality. I've been though this cycle to many times to think he'll actually listen if I told him it was like every other day, and I sit alone in the library during lunch.
"Fine." Has he even noticed I haven't said a full sentence since this time last year? I turn to walk upstairs. I swear, he wouldn't care if he never saw me again. I hear Mama's steady footsteps as she opens the door, and pause. When she opens the door I notice how angry she looks already. I'm told I look like her, since we both have the same ash blonde hair and green eyes. I hope my face doesn't scowl like hers though. Her eyes flick to Papa, who sits on the couch. Without a word sets her bag on the table and inspects the kitchen.
"I thought I told you to buy groceries."
Called it. That's my cue to disappear upstairs and try not to listen to them. It never works though, their voices are like gunshots though the floorboards. I try to ignore it but eventually the anger and helplessness wells up. By the time it's 10:00 they have stopped shouting, and there are neat red lines on my arm with blood dripping off my elbow into the sink.
A/N: Another short chapter. Sh*t is about to hit the fan guys. But it is 11:50 p.m. over here and I will see you lovely people later. Also, if you like my writing check out my other story "After Asura Recovery and More Wounds Yet to Come?".
~ThatOneAnimeNut