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But does my father even care
If I'm sad or angry
You were never ever there
When I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth
Your father did the same to you
Did the same to you

- Broken Home, Papa Roach

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"Stay the fuck away from me!" I screamed as I backed up against the cold stone wall. I held out the pipe in front of me as if it were supposed to scare him away. It didn't. He laughed at me, and came closer and closer to me. "I'm fucking warning you man. I will fuck you up if you come any closer." My words were empty, he knew it. I knew it, but they were virtually my only weapon. I wouldn't use the pipe. No matter how many times he would hurt me I would never use the pipe and he knew this.

"Duncan. Come to daddy." he snarled and held out a scarred palm. I felt like I was seven years old again, being beaten for something I hadn't even done. Where was mom? Why wasn't she protecting me from Dad's anger? Wasn't that supposed to be her job?

I was shaking so hard that I could hear my rings rattling against the metal of the pipe. No matter how many piercings I got. No matter how many stores I've robbed, and schools I've vandalised he could see right through me. No matter how many other kids I've hurt to prove I'm not weak. That no one could push me around. He saw otherwise.

"Mom!" I sobbed, dropping the pipe and falling to my knees. I could taste the tears and snot that flooded into my mouth.

And then the first blow came; hard across my cheek. I cringed and protected my head in my arms, but that only made things worse.

"Don't cry you pathetic excuse for a boy! Your mama's not going to help! She's dead boy. And it's all your fault" He yelled and punched my square in the jaw. "Don't hide Duncan! You're so weak!" He yelled and hauled me to my feet with one arm. I was seven years old again, and I was being taught something I would never forget; don't drop the pipe. Don't give them a chance to hurt you. Just strike.

His hand clasped around my throat and I shrank back, my hand felt a cold piece of metal.

Never let go of the pipe. Don't give them a chance. Just strike.

I shot up and raised my fist in the air, immediately there was a shriek and Princess fell backwards holding her hands up in front of her like it could protect her. I wanted to tell her not to cry out. It made you weak. That's what he taught me…

But you're not him.

The voice in my head said, and I finally realized how hard I was breathing, and forced myself to take deep slow breaths. Courtney recoiled and looked at me with concern. I wanted to hit her for looking at me so pathetically.

"Duncan…everyone's out looking for you…" She said, and slowly reached her arm out at me, to touch me. I backed up a little bit and watched her, trying to absorb what exactly she was saying. "You were screaming…that's how I found you. Duncan, we're on the other side of the island." again she tried to touch me, but this time I grabbed her wrist.

"Don't touch what you can't handle." I managed to choke out somewhat normally and I let go. Calm down Duncan. It wasn't real. He's not real anymore, remember?

…No please don't remember that…

Okay. Well it's okay anyways. Just slide over the mask. Be the Duncan you would've been if he had never been in your life. Slide the mask. I repeated that into my head a few times before I calmed down enough without the help of a nicotine and I smiled.

"So you had me screaming for you Princess?" I asked with a smirk, and her expression did a complete 360, just like the other times. The anger was back. Any sympathy for me vanished in a second and her eyes narrowed dangerously into chocolate slits.

"You are so bipolar." Courtney yelled and stomped away to sit against a tree with her arms crossed against her chest.

"I'm bipolar? Princess. If you haven't noticed you're the one with the mood swings." With each word I spoke I gained more confidence, like there really were no mental scars. I could pretend. "You go from, 'Oh Duncan, I'll save you.' to 'I hate you.' Like make up your mind princess. Jeez." I stuck my hand into my back pocket and gently brushed my fingers against the Polaroid picture.

"Me? Are you kidding me! I am the most well-adjusted person I know!" She yelled and threw her hands in the air in frustration. She hated me, I just know she did. And that's what made this whole deal so much sweeter.

"Then tell me, miss perfect." I said in a challenging voice, "why the hell are you hanging around me?" I knew I had her there. Why wouldn't she just walk back to camp? Wouldn't it be so much better than hanging around with a supposed 'ogre' as he worked through his mental breakdown?

"Because I'm waiting for the helicopter!" She stood up once more and prodded her finger into my chest. I didn't even flinch, just kept on the smirk I know she hates. "Once I found you I contacted Chris and he sent a chopper to where we are."

As if on cue the sounds of a helicopter were suddenly audible and started blowing the trees around like crazy. There was no room to land so they sent down a rope ladder and Princess began climbing it. I didn't have any wise ass remark to what she said so I just followed her up the ladder. It wasn't that bad, 50 or so steps until we were inside and we began moving in the direction of the camp.

She stared out the window the entire time, and I didn't bother to try and push any buttons, just holed up into my own brain. But not too far. Never too far. I just thought about what she had seen. What happened when I wasn't conscious. I wouldn't go about asking her now.

"I have your clothes dude." Chris said, trying his best not to stare at my black and blue torso. I muttered my thanks and slipped on my clothes, trying not to get on Courtney's side of the chopper as much as possible.

Chris watched me and Courtney curiously, waiting for something to happen between us. Something funny, something dramatic. But nothing came.

"You missed it." I told him, and he nodded solemnly.

Courtney's head whipped around to glare at me and Chris. "Missed what?" She seethed.

"The sex." I said blatantly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You should've seen her eyes go huge, I had to bite my tongue so I didn't start laughing right then. Chris wasn't so subtle, he was chuckling already, and holding out a small camera.

"You are such a pig! I would never give myself to you in a million years! How could you even say that?! I don't care about what you are, you disgusting, ugly, thug!" she screamed. I thought she was going to push me out of the helicopter. Thank god the door was closed and locked securely. "I don't want to see your face ever again. Do you hear me? EVER. If you so much as breathe my air, I will personally see to it that you end up with a cellmate that's been there a loooonnngg time. And he'll be wanting something from you." She yelled, then her eyes narrowed dangerously, "and I don't mean money." she hissed.

"Princess…" I said quietly.

"WHAT!?"

"I'm breathing your air right now."

I swear to god steam shot out of her ears at that, and I couldn't contain myself. I started laughing so hard my sides started hurting. Chris was just howling, and Courtney, well she was just plotting our demise. Tonight I should expect to wake up to princess holding a cleaver over my head. Or dick…just to be a bitch.

The helicopter finally landed, and Courtney marched out of it and locked herself up in the girls cabin. The others who were looking around the camp grounds all looked relieved as I stepped off of the helicopter. Geoff wasn't there, so I was forced to go sit with DJ, he was still pissy with me.

"Hey." I said and sat down next to him on the log around the fire pit. He looked at me and nodded, acknowledging my existence. "Look man. I'm sorry that I called you gay." I tried to sound like I meant it.

DJ stared at me for a long time, wondering exactly how to place me. Like he couldn't trust my response. Then he nodded and smiled. "It's alright Duncan. I overreacted." he touched my shoulder again like he did yesterday. Why, why, why was he touching me? There is absolutely no need to touch anyone unless your humping, kissing, or fighting. Other than that. No need.

"Okay." I relaxed slightly and stared off t the water. "Cool."

"Attention campers!" Chris' voice came over the loud speaker. "Duncan is now found. So everyone can rest. There will be a mini-challenge later so make sure you are well rested."

"Do you know what the mini challenge prize is?" I asked DJ.

"30 minute shower." DJ said, looking over at a flyer on the bulletin board. I smirked, that would be just perfect. "Why?"

"How do you feel about screwing people over?" I asked DJ.

He gave me this look, the look of an innocent child who has absolutely no idea why someone would want to their fucking lollipop.

"I think that it's wrong. And I'm not sure why anyone would ever want to do it." DJ said quietly and spat into the fire pit. "Why Duncan?" He pierced me again with that innocent wide eyed child look, that just made me feel so absolutely dirty. And for a minute I didn't want to go along with my scam. But hell, I had to now. She had kicked me in the balls! She broke them! The one part of me that wasn't bruised.

"I'll just talk to Geoff about it." I said as Geoff came walking my way. He looked relieved to see me as he smiled and waved, and I actually felt at ease for the first time since getting out of juvi. Funny little thing friendshits are, aren't they? "Geoff man! What's up!"

"Duncan!" Geoff slapped me on the back, hitting a large bruise. I bit back the wince and grinned back at him. "What happened to you?" he asked me, I shrugged my shoulders.

"Did some sleepwalking. Nothing too serious." I tried to sound easy going as I said it. Then I looked from side to side to see if anyone was looking. DJ had already walked off so I figured it was all good. "I know how we're going to get princess back for that little stunt." I said in a hushed voice.

Geoff looked nervous and bit his lip. "I dunno dude. I thought you already got her back with throwing her into the water." He looked over at Princess, who was talking with Bridgette, both of them looked a little more than pissed. Hopefully she didn't tell her everything…

"Oh come on man. Your surfer babe won't even know that it was you who helped me out." I pleaded. I had something else -- but I wouldn't use it unless I was absolutely desperate. And I wasn't. Not yet.

"Promise?" His blue eyes twinkled, like I was telling him some unchangeable truth.

"Scouts honour." I said and raised my left hand. I never promise anything, that just leads to bad things. Like crazy stalker girlfriends, and people who want their drug money. I never promise anything.

Geoff smiled, as if a giant burden was lifted from his shoulders and leaned back against a tree. "Alright man. What did you have in mind?"

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