Sorry for not updating. School really is a hassle, but I'll try getting chapters in as much as I can.


Once we finally arrived back at home I immediately came inside the house and stomped my way upstairs to my room. Despite the interesting therapist I now have, things are still the same at home. Like how I would lock myself inside my room. My stepmother and Kaito would try to ask me to come down for dinner and I would always tell them to just leave my plate outside the door. Then twenty minutes later she'll drink till she's completely drunk. Her drinking would always result into us engaging in an argument.

This had became the daily routine for me within the past couple of years. I've adjusted to the point I've become numb to her words.

Tossing off my jacket, I plopped myself on my bed facing the ceiling.

My room wasn't of the average teenagers. It was simple. Dark. ... Me. The walls were painted grey as the ceiling was white. I owned a simple twin sized bed since no one ever goes inside my room, nor do I plan to have any sleepover. Even if I wanted one; I'm obviously too old for one.

Before I could even rest my eyes I heard a soft knock come from my door along with the sound of it creaking open. Because of this I had almost immediately shot up to see a certain bluenette standing in the doorway. "Mom would like to know if you want a ride to your therapy session tomorrow?" His eyes were averted towards the floor. Obviously averting them from me.

I only rolled my eyes and laid back down. With a heavy sigh I responded, "What's the point of her asking if she's going to force me in that shitty ass car anyway? It doesn't help much if she always send you, who acts like baby shit, to ask me instead of herself." I heard his breath hitch till I heard my door open again. `That bitch is in here. ... I can tell without looking.´ I thought silently to myself as I turned to my side so I could face the wall.

"Akaito, I ask because I want you to say that you'll accept my offer." Her fragile voice told me her pain, but the way she lingered her words told me that she drank a little. "Does it kill you to show love to your family?! I-I know I'm not your biological mother and you didn't ask to be stuck with me, but please treat me like your mom." It was then that I heard sniffling from the other side of the room.

I kept quiet. I didn't want to feed her the attention she craved. She only does this to me because she know I'm the only one who doesn't care.

"Mom, stop trying to argue with him-" "No! One day he's going look back and say,`Damn, she's gone. I should have treated her like my mother´ cause that's all I've been to you!" Kaito tried to get her out till she shouted at me again. "You act just like your mother. Stubborn like nails." She mumbled beneath her breath, but I caught it.

Once she mentioned my mother I quickly rolled off my bed and stood to face her. Her nose red from the sniffling. Eyes watery and puffy from the tears. And lastly her eyes furrowed in anger from the alcohol.

A laugh escaped her chapped lips. "What? Did I hit a touchy subject?" Strands of blue hair hung in her face. Her white blouse was wet with what I assume to be alcohol by the smell of it. An apron was tied over her knee-length Brown skirt.

My brows furrowed in anger along with my teeth gritting. "Don't ever bring up my mother. You want to be a fucking mom! Well there's your fuckingson!" I rose my voice as I pointed to Kaito who was trying to pull the woman back. To no avail, she broke from his grasp and stepped closer to me. "Why would I treat an alcoholic, emotional, bitch as my mother! Especially one who puts their hands on me all because I don't feed you the attention you want!" We were practically chest-to-chest. "I'm sorry to say, but your crowd left for a different show." I whispered to her face.

Soon as I said that she pulled her arm back and launched it forward so her fist could kiss my left cheek. "You disgraceful son of a bitch! I've been nothing but good to you!" She cried out.

Turning my head back I spat on her face. I watched as the red liquid go on her face.

Her eyes widened at the sudden action. "Do my life a favor and kill yourself." I calmly said before I brushed pass her to head for the door.

I grabbed my gray backpack by the drawer and walked out my room. She never hits me often, but when she does. ... I leave the house for the rest of the day. If I so much as lay my hands on her I could go to juvenile in an instant. Would going there make a difference to anything?

Quickly walking out the front door I pulled out my phone and dialed the only person who I thought could help me at the moment. The phone rang twice before a soft `Hello?´ came from the other line. So as I walked down the street I responded, "Is this Ms. Sakine from the Evergreen company?" I asked.

"Why yes it is. May I ask who is calling?" She asked.

"This is Shion Akaito. I'm a client to one of your coworkers and I'm in need of help for the night." I paused for a second once I heard the woman choke. "If it's too much trouble to ask, I'm kind of desperate for a place to crash. ... Just for tonight. I didn't mean to call you; it was the only number I remembered when I came by this afternoon." I explained briefly.

Stopping by a nearby bus stop I dropped my bag and took a seat on the bench as I awaited for an answer.

Minutes passed by till I received, "U-Um, okay. Just tell me where you are and I'll come get you. I'll also try contacting Mikuo on my way."

Just hearing that sentence made me let go a breath I never knew I held. I guess I'm glad I get to stay at someone's house instead of sleeping in an alley. ... Hopefully Mikuo will come too so I could mess around with him. I want to know why he's so damn happy when life is full of shit.