Gah! Gomen for taking so long to update... Well expecially on my second chapater.. -.-; But yes, I do have to say thanks to the few that review and have told me that they like this fanfic. I know my grammer and spelling aren't the best but I try! And I have to say thanks to my friend Brina-chan for making me write this... Well she just kinda kept saying she wanted to know what happened next, so here you go!

And if I feel like it, I just might write the 4th chapater tonight.. smiles Anyways, I hope you guys continue to enjoy my fanfic.

Much Love-
-Insomniac.Kitty-


Light streaked through the dark room, only a strip had been covered in the light. The only section that wasn't lost in the darkness. The cold.

"Ssssss..."

Roxas had hissed slightly. On his hand, white bubbles of alcohol covered his ring and pinky finger. Looking around the bathroom that he resided in there were bandages, band aids and their wrappers, swabs, alcohol bottles and many bloodly rags. The normally pearl white sink was streaked and swirled with red. Then there was a trail of red starting at the kitchen, all the way to the bathroom.

You fucking idiot... You knew.. You knew!

The only thought that Roxas could complete. He bit his lip as he started cleaning the cut on his arm. Just when he was able to go back to wearing a tee shirt, this has to happen. Plop. Some of the bubbles had run off Roxas's arm, as they were dyed a deep red. After the bubbles died down, Roxas put a few cotton balls one. The pressure, pushing the alcohol deeper into the wound, he winced slightly. No matter how many times he's done this in his life he still never got use to the sting. Then he laid his arm gently down on the counter, in one of the very few places that wasn't covered in different shades of red. Slowly, he wrapped his arm up, making sure to pull it tightly.

A crack in the floor made his head shoot towards the hallway. His eyes widened as he realized who it was. He lunged at the light switch as he flicked it off.

"God damn it! I fucking told her... Where is that bitch at..."

A man's voice said. Well more like yelled. Roxas prayed to the Dear Lord above that he didn't realize where the blood lead to. He didn't want to see his father. Roxas could tell that he was drunk, or he wouldn't be yelling, and he wouldn't stumbling which you could plainly hear. No. If his father was sober, he be running around the house trying to find him and his mom, making sure they were both ok. Then he'd end up at the hospital getting treated and his parents thinking up some excuse to why his wounds were so bad. Roxas slowly shuffled backwards until he felt the rounded edge of the tub on the back of his knee. Slowly and quietly, he sat down, trying to be as quiet as he could in his condition.

A blackened figure stumbled infront of the door. Bam! He fell against the door frame, but caught himself from hitting the ground. A grunt was heard as you could see it's arm shake. More than likely he fell on it.

"Urgh... Fuck it..."

He yelled as he stood completely up. Then he looked back out into the hallway, seemly searching for something or some one. Then, turning back the bathroom, his eyes stared straight at Roxas. Wether he could see him or not was a differnet matter. His head turned to look at the counter. Even in the dark, you could still make out the outlines of the ojects that occupied the top. Seeing streaks, his father already knew it was blood. Then breathing a sigh of relief, Roxas closed his eyes as he saw his father walk back out, as if he just passed off anything he saw. Well, closing his eyes wasn't a smart idea. The next thing he knew, the left side of his face was smashed up against the cold porcelian with the other side of his face having an unbearible pressure.

He slumped back in the tub, feeling some liquid run down the side of his face. Roxas cracked the one eye that didn't have blood runing in it. He could see the fire in his father's eyes. That fire that he remebers so well. Every other night, that spark would be there until the littlest thing set it off, making it a full blown fire. Hell, you could just say 'Hi' to him and he would go off. And that fire... Is one of the few things Roxas is trully afraid of.

"What the fuck did you do..."

He yelled as he punched him again, but instead of hitting his target of Roxas's face again, he hit his arm as Roxas put it up in some hope of it protecting him. His father glared at him as that seemed to fuel his anger even more. Then he brung up his leg, and smashed it into Roxas's stomach. His eyes widened as he was lunged forward from the force. Smirking, his father did it once more, but with much more force. A tear fell from Roxas's eye as he leaned forward. A drizzle of new found blood made a puddle in the tub. The blood was from his mouth. The force of the kicks made everything in his stomach come up, but he had nothing in his stomach but acid and well, blood of course. His throat stung from the acid, but the blood wouldn't seem to stop coming up as it totally drenched a part of his arm.

"Now, I'll ask again. What. The fuck. Did you do!"

Grabbing Roxas's hair, he jerked his head up to look at him. Roxas's vision was slightly fuzzy from the blood loss. Many of the small band aids that were on his fingers had fallen off and the wounds reopened.

"STOP!"

A high pitched voice screamed. Turning around, but never letting go of his hair, his father turned around to look at his wife. She had tears falling down her cheeks as her mascara and eye liner made black streaks down her cheeks. She had changed out of the clothes she had on ealier to a light lavender silk set. She stood there in pure horror at her husband as she looked at her son. Yes, she knew she hurt him but she had at least forgiven him.

"Mom... I'm sorry... I really am! Gomen for not calling..."

She glared at her son who was pleading for his life after he looked at the clock. But she didn't care. Oh no. She stood up, crunching the beer can in her hand. Roxas took one step back from his mother. Then in one quick motion the can was flying through the air. Roxas moved out of the way but in the time of dodging that, his mother came in close. Before Roxas knew it, his mother slapped him, some light scratches on his cheek. Roxas gripped her hand, holding it. She glared as she punched his side, making him let go.

"I'll teach you... You should call when you're told!"

Then she grabbed the letter opener off the counter. Now, a lot of people would be like 'Oh, you have to use a lot of force for that to do any damage..' Nope. This was made out of stainless steal. And stainless steal is a metal that doesn't react to the body if it's inside and it can be honed to a point and cut through the skin easily.

"Give me your arm..."

She held out her hand for his arm as she looked at him with an evil glare. Roxas knew what she was going to do, but he wasn't going to let her.

"No."

He answered as he stood there looking at his mother, trying not to let her know that he did have fear and that he was trembling like a little kid inside. She glared and punched foreward with the mail opener and stabbed a part of his right upper arm. He winced as he moved sideways, the blade cutting down his arm. Then she put her foot underneath his which made him fall backwards, hitting his head on the cabniet door handle. He leaned forward slightly, rubbing his head.

"Now, are you going to listen to your mother?!"

She asked staring down at him, blood dripping off the opener, falling on the floor in small drops. He looked up at her, his eyes slightly wide. He wished his father would come home, sober, and help. But there was little chance that it was going to happen. And if it did, thank the Lord above. Her glare seemingly getting worse, she stepped on Roxas's ankle, bending it to where it could break. Roxas slightly winced as the tried to move, but every time he did it just put more pressure on his ankle. Soon, he was just waiting to hear the bone chilling 'crack' and feel the pain race up his leg like fire.

Roxas was strong so he didn't cry. He didn't whine. But he couldn't help but showing at least a small amount of pain. Just when he thought that she was going to literally break his ankle, she slashed her arm down, hitting his chest. It made a small cut into his shirt but it reached it's target. His flesh. Roxas only slightly winced as he went to grab the letter opener. But before he could, his mom pulled back, cutting his ring and pinky finger.The cuts were clean and straight, so blood could flow easily out of them.His mom slashed at him some more as he frantically covered his chest with his arms, trying to protect himself.

"Have you learned your lesson yet... HAVE YOU ROXAS?!"

She yelled as she stared down at him, seeing all the blood flow off her helpless son. Then something snapped. Like a brick wall, it hit her... She finally realized what had happened. Black-out rage. That's what doctors called it because she could barely remeber what happened. Dropping the opener, the clanging sound echoed through out the house. Then the next noise you heard was the pitter patter of tears falling on the floor.

"Ro- roxas..."

He looked up, seeing tears fall from his mother's face and seeing her tremble in fear. No, not a fear. At realization. Then she fell onto her knees, looking at Roxas.

"I'm sorry.. Roxas... Ple- please... Forgive... me..."

She choked out. Roxas leaned up some, slightly hugging his mom. Yes, he'd forgive his mother. He always does. But his father, no. Something about his father he wouldn't forgive no matter how much he asked.

"Go.. get cleaned up..."

His mother whispered in his ear as she stood up slowly, walking out of the kitchen. Roxas looked at all his wounds and sighed. Looking at the now empty room, he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom...

Letting go, Roxas's father walked up to his wife. She slapped him across his face, tears starting to fall once more. He glared at her as he grabbed her hands and pushed her up against the wall, slamming her back into the towel rack.

"You little bitch. You need to shut the fuck up!"

Then he threw her into the hallway, letting her hit the door frame on the way. He smirked, looking down at his wife. Anger. That's what flowed through Roxas's veins. He forgot all about the agonizing pain and stood up slowly. Then he balled up his fist as he punched his father in the back. He was thrown foreward some as he looked over his shoulder. Then, while turning around, he slung his arm out, close lining Roxas as he got pushed backwards, falling and hitting the bathtub rim.

"Please stop..."

His mother pleaded as he looked at her husband. He turned and looked at her.

"Why should I?!", he yelled as he now stood infront of her.

"Because. I'll let you... do what you want... to me.."

Smirking he nodded, "Fine you little bitch. But him..", he said pointing at Roxas,"You better teach him to answer some one!"

She nodded as he pushed past her. She ran up to Roxas and hugged him tightly.

"Please, go over to Sora's.. I don't want you hurt anymore..."

Then she kissed him on his forehead and cheek. Then her hands dropped from him as his father yelled for his mom. She took a deep breath and walked away, and to the room. Now. Now was the time Roxas cried. He'd protect his mother with his life, but no, he couldn't. He felt helpless. As the pain started to come back, new feelings arose. Numbess, depression, hurt, agony.. All the feelings he thought he had left years ago. But they were back. Then he turned off the light, that had probably gotten turned on by his father, and watched as everything was covered in darkness once again. His vision was slightly blurry, but he could still make his way around the house. Going into his room, he grabbed his cell, which was lighted up since it was charging and flipped it open. Pressing two and talk, the phone rang. After about three rings he was going to hang up until some one answered and said,

"Hello...?"

"Hey... So-sora...", Roxas answered through chokes of breath.

"Rox-Roxas! God damn... Do you know what fucking time it is?!", Sora yelled, even though he didn't sound sleepy.

"Yeah... But hey.. I'm coming over... cool..?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be waiting..."

Shutting the cell, he walked over to his closet. Then he grabbed some shirt and pants, and turned around leaving his room.

-To Be Continued-