Your mother is looking for you.
Izaya's grip on his coffee mug tightened slightly. "I don't want her to find me...I never want to see her again..." He sipped at his coffee while his dad placed his hand on his shoulder.
Everything will be alright. I'm sure of it.
He smiled and nodded sipping on his coffee more. Shizuo came into the room and sat next to the raven, gently wrapping his hands around his midsection and kissed his cheek.
Izaya's dad smiled at the two and placed his hand on the blonde teen's shoulder.
Thank you for protecting my son.
He nodded back to him. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe." The father's smile only widened at his son's happiness.
All he ever wanted for his children was for them to live happily and prosper. He knew his twins were safe with their grandmother, but what his wife made his son go through was unacceptable.
Being the first born, he wanted to make sure his son had a happy life. For the first few years he was happy and carefree, such as a young boy should be. But, at about the age of ten, something changed in his son.
His cheerful disposition seemed to fade all of a sudden. He started to harbor himself in his bedroom for hours on end, only coming down stairs to get food and drink when needed. But that seemed to stop soon after as well.
He would go days without eating and would only drink small amounts when he wanted to. He took him to a therapist to see if they could help. They diagnosed the young 12 year old with clinical depression.
They prescribed anti-depressants and other things to help him, and nothing had changed. Izaya had started cutting his wrists and at one point tied a hangman's noose. The noose still sits under his bed, gathering dust like a trinket one received as a child that held many memories that remain forgotten.
He had tried many a time to convince his son to stop hurting himself. That's when the self-piercing began.
It started out as just two studs, one per ear. Then he decided to add gages, then one by one came the multitude of small black hoops. When he ran out of room there he pierced his right eyebrow, which his father found as quite the oddest place for a piercing. Then came the small, near-unnoticeable, nose ring which had caught his father off guard one night during dinner. And finally, the snake bites.
He didn't know if there were other piercings he was hiding but didn't really want to know, for fear of finding out how badly his son mutilated his own body.
Within the last year he witnessed his son mature and slow down on the mutilation. He had started eating normal again thanks to his dear friend, and he even began to be somewhat social again.
Then he had lost his job and his wife had gotten a pay deduction. This of course affected Izaya as well, but he told him not to worry and that things would be okay soon.
Then, his wife's "idea" occurred...
She had met a lonely 40 year old man who had opened up to her about his "problems" and she decided to help him get some relief.
When she voiced the idea to him, he rejected it at first, but then she swore on her life that this was the only time and that the old man paid well.
He was for it, but also was keeping a close eye on his wife's antics. After that first time, more men came along and paid more than the last. He had grown weary of seeing his son so tormented and offered to him to run away to somewhere safe. But he wouldn't, if only to make sure his dad would be okay.
Then that night came. The night Izaya had told him about trying to overdose, the night he asked Shizuo to take him far away and keep him safe.
Anger boiled in his guts at the thought of his wife letting such things pass her by as minor. Her son tried to kill himself and she didn't even care so long as they made money?!
Izaya noticed his father becoming angry and he placed a hand to his shoulder. He calmed slightly.
I'm sorry that I'm a horrible father...
The teen frowned slightly. "You're not a horrible father. She's the horrible person."
Finally! New chapter is up! And this is going to come to a dramatic close soon...not too soon I hope...
