sorry for the wait, i've been lacking motivation... so here's part four!
*Kaiba's P.O.V*
He clutched his steering wheel harder and gritted his teeth together as he recalled what just happened.~
"Hey Seto, how did your presentation go?" Mokuba welcomed him home.
"Fine," he looked around, "where's Joey?"
"Oh, he went to go talk to Tristan, he seemed like he was in a rush, and he was really nervous." Mokuba noted. "Uh where are you going Seto?" he asked as he saw his brother heading back for the door.
"To go find Joey." And with that he left, and drove to Tristan's place, in hopes of finding Joey.
He knocked, well pounded on the door, letting his worries get to him. "I thought I told you that-" he saw it was Kaiba and stopped himself, "Seto Kaiba, what the hell are you doing here?" he asked, irritated yet curious as to why the city's richest person was in front of his house.
"I'm looking for Joey, Mokuba told me he headed this way this morning."
"Well, he's not here," Tristan muttered as he scratched his head, "I've done enough already so I don't think I should do anymore."
"What happened?"
"Listen Kaiba, it's really not my place to tell, seeing as it's his business" he sighed giving up, "He came today and told me off, I guess I was a really shitty friend to him."
"Well Joey spent the night at my house."
"H-He did? Aw crap, now I feel really bad." He sighed, "He came to my house last night, and told me about his dad, and that he abuses him. Then his dad came looking for him today. He went to everyone's house and asked them where he was, then he told them something that would make them hate Joey. His dad told Yugi that Joey is only friends with him to get publicity himself. He wants Joey to feel alone and abandoned..." He leaned into the door frame and crossed his arms, "then he came here, and told me a bunch of shit I didn't believe. Then he left to go look for Joey some more." he took a deep breath," So I called everyone and told them, so they would understand that his dad is lying and that Joey is in trouble."
"So no one really hates Joey."
"Yeah, but I made him think that, so he would run. To get away from here cause his dad's looking for him. I thought that was the best option for him"
"I see..." Kaiba turned and walked back to his car, "I'll be sure to explain everything, when this is all over."
Tristan nodded and went back inside, trusting Kaiba to find his friend and help make things right.
*Joey's P.O.V *
'This room, it's so dark, I can't even tell if I have my eyes closed or open…' he sat up. The room was dark, and the floor was cold and he heard dripping somewhere. 'A basement?' he suddenly felt fear though out his body. 'He found me! He's gonna kill me!' Joey started to breath heavily, ' but who cares, my friends all hate me. No one cares about me even if I die…' suddenly he felt even more sadness as he realized that Kaiba was the one who was there for him, when no one else was, even if it really didn't seem like it, he was the only one there. 'Maybe he isn't so bad after all…'. He looked up as he heard a loud bang. The room was flooded with light and a dark figure stood in the doorway, "Well well well you stupid dog, I found you, and now there's no where you can go now" he spoke loudly as he flipped a switch and Joey saw where he was. It was a warehouse by the docks but it was empty and abandoned. He father stepped closer with a bottle in hand, "Do you think you escape me?" he face got redder and Joey looked down. Suddenly his shoes came into view and he felt his head being lifted by the cold surface of the bottle. "I'm your master, and pitiful dogs don't run away from their masters." He whispered in his face. Joey cringed at the smell of alcohol. His father laughed evilly as he stepped back, "You're a fucking whore, just like everyone else." He threw the bottle as Joey, and it shattered at contact, leaving glass shards everywhere, and in Joey's arm.
"I'm not a fucking dog you bastard!" Joey yelled in anger, he pulled against he restraints but just fell on his face.
"You're fucking pathetic!" his father laughed. "I remember when I was in your position, my father fucking beating me all the damn time!" he walked around Joey and kicked him.
Joey cried out in pain as his father began to kick him everywhere he could. Suddenly he felt cold as he father poured his beer on him. He knew what was going to come now, and he wished he could just pass out before it happened as he felt his pants being taken off.
"Noo!" he yelped as the pain hit him, "Stop, just please stop!"
His father just laughed at his cries and continued, "You filthy mutt, I thought you liked it when I did this."
Joey felt like throwing up held it back. The pain grew worse in his back side, his vision began to blur and he felt like his mind stopped all together as he felt the final blow to his head.
ehhh i'm sorry to end it here..but i have to get more ideas and i'm lacking in those at the moment...and also i'm drained from lack of sleep =/
