Chapter 3: Chapter 3

New chapter! Yay! Atemu do the disclaimer and stop doing the dab please!

Yami: Shadow doesn't own Yu-gi-oh! Dab on em!

Yugi had immediately ran up the stairs and into his room. He sighed, falling back onto his bed. He stayed locked in his own thoughts for a few hours, dozing off a few times. Yugi rolled over and caught a glimpse of his arm, a smile spread across his face. 'Why would Yami, the most handsome man ever give me his number? Should I call Yami? No….maybe I should text him. Yeah that's what I will do' He reached over and picked up his phone. Quickly saving Yami's number from his arm in the contacts and double checking it twice he sent him a small message. 'He probably gave me a fake number.'

Yugi: Hey, Yami.

His phone vibrated a few seconds later.

Yami: Ummm…..hey. Who is this?

Yugi: Its Yugi, remember? You gave me your number this afternoon.

Yugi bit his lip when Yami didn't reply. 'Yami doesn't want to talk to me. Why would he? I'm just some teenage screw up.' He sighed and lay back on his crossed arms, without hearing his phone vibrated he drifted off to sleep.

Yugi's bedroom door flew open and slammed against the wall, startling Yugi from his sleep. His mother stood there her long hair was up in a pony-tail, she had on short black leather tights, a low cut red top, and her eyes were smudged with eye-liner and blood shot from drinking.

"Yugi! Why didn't you answer your phone! I've been calling you for the past hour!" She screamed at him.

Yugi scrambled up, grabbing his phone; sure enough there were about seven missed calls and sixteen text messages.

"I…I'm sorry mom, I fell asleep…" He stuttered, looking wide-eyed at his fuming mother. Yugi knew she was mad and probably more so if something didn't go right on her outing tonight.

Alana stomped over to her son, ripping the phone from his hand she unlocked it. Yugi knew she was only looking for a reason to be angry with him. "Mhmm." Looking through his messages she raised an eyebrow. "Who the fuck is Yami? Is he your boyfriend? Cuz I didn't raise you to be a faggot Yugi!" She pushed him back on the bed, her hand placed firmly over his throat.

"Mom…I….I…." Yugi gasped, he clawed at her hand trying to get her off. He was beginning to get light-headed and his vision was spotting.

She laughed as if she was crazy, taking her hand and slapping him hard in the face, her fake nails digging into Yugi's skin. "Now are you going to tell me who he is?" She asked bringing her hands down on his wrists, nails digging into Yugi's cuts. He could feel the blood sliding down the side of his face and his wrists were numb with pain as his mother's hands gripped him firmly. A whimper escaped his throat and tears escaped his eyes. She brought her hand back up for another slap when Yugi's grandfather stormed through the door, he was livid.

"Alana Ann Motou! You get your hands off that boy this instant!" Solomon screamed, he had enough of his daughter treating Yugi this way. She had become an alcoholic and came home many nights and took her frustrations out on her young son.

Alana let go of Yugi, letting him scramble up into the corner of his bed, as far away as he could be from his mother. Solomon walked over to her, gripping her wrist and drug her out of the slamming the door behind him, and then the shouting started.

Yugi sniffled, this happens at least three to four times a week. His mom comes home from a night of clubbing, drunk as hell, and pissed that some guy didn't please her in bed, and she would take it out on Yugi. Getting up from his bed he walked over to the door, peaking out. 'Good they're in grandpa's room.' He thought as he slipped out of his room and into the hallway. He stood there for a few minutes listening to the yells and screams of the two.

"He's a faggot dad! I raised him better!"

"Alana he is not, and even if he was he is a great kid! He does not deserve the treatment he gets from you!"

"He's useless."

Yugi felt the familiar pang of depression in his chest. He slipped into the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. There were bruises around his neck, and two short jagged cuts across his cheek. The tears fell down his face as he bent down and pulled out his knife from the small hole behind the toilet. His father had given it to him after he and Yugi's mother had gotten a divorce. Yugi cherished it, which is why he uses it to cut.

He sat down on the toilet and cut downward across his wrist and then up several times beside that. At hearing another shout he just started cutting, not caring what it looked like. Thoughts of despair running through his mind.

An hour later the yelling stopped and so did Yugi. He bit his lip at his arm. 'Damn, I cut to deep make-up won't t cover it up.' He stood up and walked over to the sink, turning the water on and thrust his arm under it and hissed at the burning sensation that shot up his arm. Water is never a self-harmers best friend.

When he began cleaning the blood off he was also washing the make-up off. His old scars became visible and Yugi's chest clenched with regret.

Wrapping a towel around his wrist he walked back into his room, sitting down on the bed.

'Why would my mother do this? What had I ever done to her? And what made her jump to the conclusion that I was queer? Getting curious he reached over and picked up his phone, using his finger to flip to his latest messages.

Yami: Yugi? Ya there?

Yami: Would you like to go somewhere with me? Maybe this weekend?

Yami: Yugi? Well then, I guess not. Sorry if I upset you.

Damn, looking over at the clock he realized it wasn't too late to reply.

Yugi: No I's okay you didn't upset me….my phone died. And sure, that would be nice.

After a few minutes his phone vibrated.

Yami: So can you get coffee with me, umm maybe Friday morning since I have a concert Saturday and Sunday?

Yugi: Yeah sure that'd be great.

Yami: Great lucky you, getting to hang out with a world famous rock star.'

Yugi: *rolling eyes at you* Yeah, lucky me! You're not one of those self-centered douche bags are you?

Yami: Well…umm let's see….Marik says yes, Bakura says no and Seto says….nothing. He rolled his eyes at me!

Yugi: anyway I have to go. School tomorrow.

Yami: Alright, I need to get to sleep to. I have to go to a charity concert at some school tomorrow anyway.

Yugi: Wait! What school?

Yami: Domino high. Why?

Yugi: Hey that rhymes. Anyway that's my school.

Yami: What a coincidence.

Yugi: Yeah….a coincidence

Yugi sighed. Laying his phone down on the table he laid back down in his bed. 'Wonder how this will go tomorrow.' He thought before drifting off to sleep.

Yugi rolled over with a groan. 'Great, just great. My neck hurts, and my face hurts, what else hurts….wait that was a stupid question.' He took up from his bed and stretched his arms over his head, feeling his back crack he let out a moan.

He walked over to his wardrobe, taking out his school uniform and boots before he walked to the bathroom. Gasping when he saw his grandfather sitting on the toilet with his knife in his hand.

"Well, I came in here to clean, but imagine my shock when my hand ran across this. Now Yugi can you tell me why I found this behind the toilet?" Solomon asked with a frown.

Yugi bit the inside of his cheek. 'Should I lie? But I was stupid and didn't flush the bloody tissues….he knows doesn't he?'

Solomon stud up, walk over to Yugi and grabbed his left wrist, turning it up. "Hmm. And what's this? Hmmm?"

Yugi lowered his head, utter shame sending a pang of hurt through his chest. "I….I'm sorry."

Solomon heaved a sigh, pulling Yugi into him for a hug. "Yugi, I'm not particularly mad….I'm just disappointed…and confused. Why would you do something like this?"

Yugi felt the tears run down his face. "I….it was mom and dad….the divorce then…the bullying…then the abuse….grandpa I….I didn't know what else to do. Once I started I couldn't stop…" He sobbed.

Solomon shook his head. "Listen to me Yugi. You are a bright, handsome young man. Your mother and I had a …loud talk last night and she has decided to move in with your aunt in Tennessee. So she won't hurt you anymore. Everything will be okay, but you know this must stop."

Yugi nodded and pulled away looking up at his grandfather. "I promise I'll stop." Yugi said, feeling disgusted with himself, he knew he had just lied.

Solomon smiled. "Listen to me….I'm, going to trust you to never do this again understood? Now I'm taking this and I want you to get ready for school. We'll talk more about this when you get home." Solomon kissed Yugi's forehead before walking down the hall shaking his head.

Yugi whipped the tears from his face. Now he felt like a total idiot. 'Would my grandfather ever trust me again? Probably not.'

Tada!

Yami: Wow, you made Solomon find out.

Shut up, it has to do with that plot

Yami: Oh well, Review and tell us what you think!.