"Ok. I think we can have a seat right here. What do you think Allen?"

"That's fine with me Mana!" Allen said smiling and fallowing his adoptive father to a booth in the corner of the cafe.

"Hi my name is Mie and I'll be serving you this morning. What would you like to drink?" The waitress asked.

"Coffee is fine." Said Mana.

"I want orange juice!" Said Allen.

"Alright then I'll Go get them for you, here are our menus. I'll be back to take your order in a minute!" She said while smiling and placing the menu's in front of them.

"So, Allen what have you chosen?" Asked Mana.

"I want the pancake and egg delight! How about you?" asked Allen.

"I will get the same. That sounds wonderful." Mana said placing down his menu. The waitress Mie came over to their table drinks in hand.

"Have you decided what you would like to have yet?" She asked.

"Yes we have."

"And what would that be?"

"Me and my boy here want the pancake and egg delight."

"Ok. How would you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled."

"And that comes with grits and did you want toast or biscuits?"

"Biscuits. Do you have honey?"

"Yes we do!"

"Great let us have some of that then."

"Alright will that be all?"

"Yes ma'am!" Allen said cheerfully.

"Ok then your food will be out momentarily!"


The next day Allen didn't get up to go to school in-fact, he was not awake until 12 o'clock that afternoon. He sat up slowly and put his feet on the floor. He got up as fast as his body would allow him and 'ran' to the bathroom. With his head over the toilet, he pulled his hair out of his face and let out a few gags. He could hardly breathe as he remembered what happened last night. Images flooding his mind. Allen slapped his mouth shut with his hands, forcing himself to suppress the bile that was piling up in the back of his throat and slide back until his back was on the wall. Tears were once again pouring from his eyes. He couldn't believe it. This happened. This actually happened. He was raped. Allen. Was. Raped. It made him sick. Sick of the world. Sick of himself. And sick to his stomach. He retched again over the toilet and let out a nasty yellow-green liquid, then flushed the toilet. He wondered of the depth of how much it hurt inside (did it even hurt inside?) or how dirty he felt or even how much he hated himself for being so submissive (he had no choice; no choice at all). It was strange to be able to think such thoughts but not feel anything at all. He grabbed a towel off the sink counter and cleaned his mouth. Walking back across the hall he shivered, after all he was still only in the towel from last night. He walked back over to his bed and lay down. His cat, Tim, came over and began licking his face. His body was sore. He had small scabs covering his skin from the scrubbing he had done last night. He rolled onto his side and continued to lie there. After about an hour of doing nothing but staring blankly at his wall, his stomach gave a loud growl. Allen got up and limped out of his room and down the stairs, and into the kitchen. He rummaged through the fridge and tried eating the loaf of bread from last night. Feeling too tired to move or even go back to his room; he walked into his living room and collapsed on his couch. Food didn't sound good to him on second thought. It just might end up coming up when it was all said and done anyway so he placed the loaf on the coffee table the remote was near him so he picked it up, and turned on the TV. He had not gone to school that day and knew that maybe one of his 'friends' would worry about him. But he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore. He lie there endlessly flipping through the channels. As if on cue, his house phone began to ring. He let it ring, and ring, and ring.


"I'm not home right now and neither is my idiot boy leave your name and ...ah I don't care what you do just don't call back!" The answering machine picked up.

-beep-

"Hey Allen...its Lenalee. You weren't at school yesterday or today...I hope everything is ok...I'll call back later and check on you."

-beep-


The message ended and Allen continued to lie motionless on his couch. A single tear slid down his cheek. On the inside Allen was waging war on himself. He told himself,

Get up and answer the phone! Do it! Get up, hurry! Come on you can do it!

But his body revolted and continued to lie still on the couch. This was not his body, he remembered thinking. This foreign thing was controlling him, disobeying his every command. Who was this stranger controlling his life?

The day drug on for what seemed like an eternity. Hours upon endless hours of nothingness. But in reality only a few minutes had gone by. Trapped in his world of loneliness Allen curled himself into a small ball on his couch. Tim padded down the stairs and into the kitchen, the small cats stomach demanding food itself. He walked over to his bowl and found nothing. Walking into the living room on a quest to find his owner, Allen dropped his arm off the side of the couch. Tim came and rubbed along it, purring, signaling that he wanted something.

I can't let the cat die of starvation at least...Allen thought.

Lifting himself off his couch once again, the thin framed male made his way to the kitchen in search of cat food, to appease his growing cat's desires. Finding a bowl of tuna, Allen got Tim's food dish. Allen got out the can opener and tried opening the can. After a few minutes he pulled the lid off slicing his finger in the process. After sticking his finger in his mouth to catch the blood he began pouring the contents into the dish, setting it on the floor, and awaited the felines attack. He stood there watching the cat hungrily lap up its food, his own stomach howling with want, and need of sustenance. He wondered how long it would take for his body to be able to accept anything. He feared what would come later that night. (What would he dream of? Would he even dream?) Tim finished his food and went into the laundry room where his own bed sat. The cat crawled into his bed and promptly fell asleep. Allen already felt tired. Being a zombie drained his energy for no reason. He had only been up for a total of four hours MAYBE. The house phone rang again. Ignoring it, he turned around and left the kitchen going back up the stairs to his room.

-Beep-

"Hey Allen...It's Lenalee again. I said I would call back again...so I did. I know its only been an hour but I really do hope you're ok. I would come to see you but you know my brother, he calls the cops if I'm even a minute late coming home from school. I hope I'm worrying for nothing. Allen please call me back. I'm worried about you."

-Beep-

Allen fell on his bed and lie motionless not wanting to go to sleep, but the overwhelming tiredness consumed his entire being. He forcefully submitted himself into the darkness.


Allen felt a hand grab his manhood and he yelped despite having his mouth tapped. Allen began shaking his head and tried to push himself off the wall, only to be pressed even harder against it. The man took out a knife and sliced off Allen's favorite jacket, then pulled Allen's shirt up exposing his skin. Allen shook his head more and tried saying something, but it was only muffled by the tape. He felt coarse hands begin to rub his body pinching his nipple and massaging his chest underneath his shirt. Allan began shaking his head and a tear streamed down his face. The man stood up and undone his pants exposing his huge member. Allen's head began shaking from side to side silently saying no. The man pulled Allen's shirt forcing him to the ground.

"Look at the camera when someone is taking a picture of you...you dirty whore you like it...this turns you on. Come on look at me."


"NOOOO" Allen screamed. Allen curled into a ball and cried. And cried. And cried. He cursed. Then he cried some more.

Why...Why do I have to see that even in my dreams!

After finally crying enough so that his body was once again drained, he slept.


Allen woke up the next day and looked at his alarm clock. It was flashing 2:18 meaning that the power had gone out either two hours and 18 minutes ago or some other time while he was asleep. The power was back on obviously since the alarm clock was blinking, so Allen turned on the T.V. in his room. It was on the weather channel.

More thunder and lightning struck and the timing was so close together that the storm was almost right above his house.

"Today is ... October 6th, and so far the rest of the week seems to be the same, rain, rain, rain, and more rain. We have a cold front coming in from the north..."

After that Allen tuned it out. After spending an entire day in shock, the full force of the attack had hit him. He was rapped. He told himself this yesterday, but it just felt like a lie. Now reality had set in and he had realized one thing.

This person had pictures of him.

Pictures of him on his phone. (Naked)

He knew what Allen looked like.

He could come and rape him again.

What was he going to do! (What could he do?)

What if he had an STD? (How could he tell?)

"The temperature outside is 87 degrees... There is a possible tropical storm off the east coast..."

The T.V. was still playing in the background but Allen was no longer paying attention to anything. Not even Tim, who was curled up beside him. It had been 2 days since the rape and Allen couldn't feel more alone and afraid. He was a paranoid mess. All the doors we locked and windows covered. They had been that way since day one. After a few days of not eating and only drinking occasionally, Allen's body was beginning to get dehydrated. Allen was already skinny, but these past few months he had been losing weight. Cross never kept food in the house anymore and always had some women over. He stayed drunk and didn't pay attention to Allen nor the rest of the house. He stayed in his room, except for the times he came out to have Allen get him more liquor and to beat him.

All Allen's life he had been beaten and picked on. The only time he ever had a good life was when he was with Mana...

Oh Mana... The thought flickered through his mind.

As if this was something natural, Allen once again cried. It was no wonder he was becoming dehydrated. All he could do was cry. He couldn't eat, he couldn't move, he couldn't think, and at times, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Allen's body slowly contracted and curled into a ball. A tiny ball that was almost non-existent. Not there. Disappearing into nothing ness. Allen wanted to die. No-one cared about him. He was always in pain. Sure he smiled. But were they real smiles? No. No, they weren't. They were fake. A front he put on to make people think he was fine. Make people think he was sane. Make people think that he was a sweet innocent boy who was smart and never had any problems. Did anyone notice anything wrong? No. There may have been a few times someone asked about a bruise, but he was always able to play it off as nothing big. Nothing to worry about. He was just clumsy. Clumsy that's all. Yeah.

When would Cross be home? He didn't care. He didn't care if Cross came home to find him dead. Dead on his bed curled into a tiny ball. Allen wished he would just disappear already, get him out of his misery. Life was meaningless especially if all that was going to happen was him getting beaten day after day. No-one liked him in school, no-one payed attention to him. No-one knew of the long-term torture Allen had faced. Not even Lenalee knew the extent of the damage done. It had been decided before birth, Allen assumed, that he was to be piece of trash that just kept getting stepped on. There was no point in living anymore. Allen was crying, alone, hungry, tired, scared, and hurt.

He was able to get up, using all the strength he had, and went to the bathroom to look at himself. (Did he dare?) He flicked on the light and put either hand on each side of the sink to support himself. He bent his head down not wanting to looking yet. He was too afraid of what he would see, of what would be staring back at him. After a few minutes he looked up. White. His skin was so white and pale. He honestly thought he looked like a ghost. He had dark circles under his eyes, despite spending most of his time sleeping. His cheek bones were sticking out a lot and he had scabs on his face from the rigorous scrubbing he had done the night of the...rape. Now that he thought about it, he had scabs all over his body. It was still dirty. A dirty body. Impure. Nasty. He was trash. He deserved to be thrown away.

There were other scars all over his body, ones he inflicted himself and others that were inflicted by others. There was a long scar that ran from his shoulder across his back and down to his hip. When he had gotten his arm burnt, he also had part of a beam fall and land on his back burning it as well. It was a wonder he was still alive. (Why was he still alive?) Why would God, or whoever, keep him alive like this? Alive just so he could suffer? It was not luck that he was alive. It was a curse. If he could just die than maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have to live with this pain anymore. He looked away from his reflection in the mirror and back down at his hands. There were still bruises around his wrists from where the man had grabbed his hands and held them above his head.

Allen closed his eyes and a few more tears fell into the sink. How much longer did he have to cry? How much longer did he have to live broken like this? He was empty inside. His eyes that once held a shine? (A dull shine) Were now completely gray and void. Void of any emotion and had been this way for days. His cheeks were slightly red and he was sweating. Why was it so hot? His body began shaking all of a sudden he stood up trying to make it back to his room but as soon as he moved he passed out falling to the floor with a thud.


"Behave and you won't get hurt...I promise..." The, what he now knew was a man, had said. Allen felt a hand grab his manhood and he yelped despite having his mouth tapped. Allen began shaking his head and tried to push himself off the wall, only to be pressed even harder against it. The man took out a knife and sliced off Allen's favorite jacket, then pulled Allen's shirt up exposing his skin. Allen shook his head more and tried saying something, but it was only muffled by the tape. He felt coarse hands begin to rub his body pinching his nipple and massaging his chest underneath his shirt. Allan began shaking his head and a tear streamed down his face.

"Someone...anyone! SAVE ME!" Allen's mind screamed.


"Aaah!" Allen woke up screaming. He grabbed his arms hugging himself his body shaking.

"Why did that have to happen to me!" Allen asked himself.

"Why...?" Allen cried hugging himself tighter.

Tim rubbed himself on Allen's back. Tim understood that his master was in pain. Tim understood. That's all that mattered. At least someone, something, cared for him. How many more nightmares was he going to have? How many more times was he going to have to re-live that moment? Was even his own mind against him? Would his own body be against him soon as well? Would it completely shut down? His mind raced multiple thoughts trying to be thought at the same time. His head hurt and he was still on the floor. He felt his forehead with the back of his hand. It was burning hot. Lovely. Now he had a fever. Being sick on top of what he already felt was not a good thing. His mind, nor body wouldn't be able to last much longer like this. Allen pulled himself off the floor struggling to get up. Once he was stable and leaning on the counter for support he made his way out of the bathroom keeping his hand on the wall as a guide. He needed medicine. No matter how bad he felt right now he knew he needed something.

Allen made it down the stairs and into the kitchen. He reached up into the cabinet to try and get a glass to put water in but his hand was shaking so much it slipped and crashed on the floor shattering at his feet. Ignoring the glass for now Allen searched in the medicine cabinet for something to reduce his fever. He took some pills putting them in the back of his throat he then stuck his mouth under the tap and drank water to swallow the pills.

Allen made his way back into his room and fell onto his bed once again tired. It seems the small distance took everything out of him. He managed to cover himself up just before he passed out once again.


Allen woke up and turned on the T.V. he was feeling much better surprisingly.

"Good morning! Today is ... and it's still a wonderfully rainy day!"

Said the women on the news.


Outside was a slushy mess of dirty water and mud. Puddles where everywhere. Lenalee was walking on the sidewalk to school.

Lenalee Li was a pretty girl.

Young.

Smart.

Talented.

Every guy who was sane wanted her.

She had long dark hair that almost seemed to have a greenish tint to it. She usually wore it down because it looked better that way.

She was tall and thin, with long legs. She knew she was hot and she used it. She wore her skirt as short as she could get away with, just barely making it past dress code. She unbuttoned her shirt to where you could see just a bit of cleavage and she always wore he jacket open. Except for today. Today she had her skirt unrolled and down to her knees, her shirt buttoned all the way up and her jacket closed. She splashed through puddle after puddle carrying an umbrella overhead as the rain continued to fall. It had been raining for three days straight. Nonstop rain, rain, rain.

I'm surprised they haven't canceled school yet...

A car sped by and she narrowly escaped being splashed by a huge wave of dirty water.

Shit! That was close!

She only had another few blocks to walk until she was at school. A strong gust of wind blew by and she shivered.

I wonder how Allen's doing...

"Ah! Lenalee! Over here!" One of her friends yelled and waved at her.

"Hi!" Lenalee said while running over to her friend.

"What's up with this weather?"

"I'm not sure?"

"Lenalee! What's up babe!" yelled a guy.

"Daisya! I'm fine how are you!"

"Doing great lovely. Damn. You're still as hot as you were when I left."

"Thank you!" Lenalee said blushing.

"No problem."

"How long are you back in town?"

"For as long as you want me to be baby." Daisya said with a smirk.

"No really." Lenalee said with a smile as she playfully pushed him.

"For the rest of this week and two more."

"Sweet! I'm so glad I get to spend time with you. I missed being around you." She said with a smile.

-ding, ding, ding-

"Crap! I'm sorry Daisya I wish we could spend more time together but I have to go to my first class now."

"Ok babe had fun talking to you. Have a fun time in school. Bye." Daisya said with a smirk then winked.

"Bye!" Lenalee waved. Daisya waved. He then turned around and got back in his car and drove away. Lenalee walked into the school building with Miranda and the rest of the day started pretty dull after that. It was the same old stuff. Same boring teachers. Same boring schedule. Same boring friends.

All I care about right now is Allen... She thought.

By the time she knew it, it was lunch time. She stood in line at Subway, a few guys whistling at her. She had her skirt rolled back up and her jacket open but the buttons were still all done on her shirt. After waiting 30 minutes she finally got her sandwich, a bag of chips, and soda, and met her friends at a table along the windows on the far side of the cafeteria.

"Hey Lenalee. I know your friends with Allen. How is he? He hasn't been to school in like three days?"

"To be honest. I don't know. I haven't seen or heard from him. He doesn't have a cell phone so I can't text him. I tried calling him twice, on his house phone, but he wouldn't answer.

"How sad. He's a sweet boy."

"Yeah I can't stop thinking that something bad has happened to him."


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