Chapter 2

"I used a Perception Filter," Ianto stated as Owen started in disbelief.

"You use a perception filter and Jack doesn't see the scars… Where did you get a perception filter?" Owen asked.

"Found it in the archives one day."

"So you're a clever little tea-boy I see." Owen joked. "Can't believe that worked on Jack…" Ianto nodded in agreement. "I am going to be rubbish at this… so umm when did you start cutting…?"

Ianto Jones, 6 years old.

Rhiannon ran away today. She couldn't take it anymore. The beatings were getting even more frequent now. Ever since mummy died… Dad just… stopped loving us. Rhiannon said something like he 'couldn't cope' but I don't understand what she means. I could hear them screaming downstairs. Rhiannon yelled something about him coming home drunk and I heard a loud noise. Daddy smacked her. She ran up the stairs and into her room. She slammed the door. The noise hurt. It was full anger and sadness. Footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Daddy's footsteps. Walking up the stairs. Down the hall. Into my room. Why my room. He had a bottle. He slammed it on the side of my bed. Glass shards everywhere. He grabbed me like a puppet. Dragged me through the glass. Yells. My yells. Shrills. Echoing off the walls. Bouncing around the house. Rhi was gone the next day. I swam. More like drowned. In a puddle of my own tears. I can't blame her for leaving. I would have left too. If daddy didn't lock the doors. And the windows. He kept me locked in the house. I was taken out of school too. Daddy told people that I was being home schooled. It was torture. So much horror packed inside one house. All of it now in my brain. I was locked into my bedroom. I couldn't leave. So many locks. I found a knife one day. On purpose I fear. I shoved it under the lamp that was right of my bed. Keep the knife. Maybe it will have some use. To run away like Rhi. I have to escape. Can't take much more. Daddy came in an hour later. Punched me. Knuckles like stone. Bruises everywhere. Every bone in my body stung. When daddy was gone I was still there. Locked up in my bedroom. Surviving. Barley. My hand found the knife. But my fingers shook so much, the knife fell. It clattered on the floor. A drop of blood spilled on top of it. There was a slit on my arm. It felt… good. The pain the knife gave him. It wasn't like the pain dad gave. It was different. And nothing ever changed in this place. Same room. Same clothes. Same daddy. Different pain. The different pain gave him excitement, when nothing else could.

Ianto stared at Owen. Stone cold eyes glazed over Owen's worried ones. The memory still gave him numbness. Just like the knife now did. Craving. The addiction is back. It wants. Ianto suddenly looked around in fear. Fear Owen thought. That's new. That's bad actually.

"Ianto. Are you okay?" Ianto launched up from the couch and ran into the other room. The kitchen. "Ianto! FUCKING STOP!" Ianto opened a random drawer. A knife. No. No. No. No. Owen thought as he ran through the door. Too late. The knife was already in Ianto's skin. Too late. He was just always too late. Just like Katie. "IANTO!" Owen grabbed the knife and threw it into the sink. Ianto looked back at Owen. Shattered. His eyes making him look completely broken.

"Just sit on the couch and I'll make you some tea… or something." Owen said, voice getting lower as the sentence went on.

"Owen your tea is shit," Ianto replied back. "I'll make it." Owen showed him where the stuff was and Ianto did his Tea-boy magic. When he finished they went back to the other room and sat in silence. "So… you never answered my question Ianto."

A/N- Friend reading perverted fan fic while typing… SCARED… Also I was sick so this came out late. Thanks for reading… Review, follow, favorite, kill I don't care :D