Wow! I'm So Sorry guys I was away at camp for 2 days! I'm pretty sure Winry's the same age as Ed. I can't tell you who writes these. Its someone on Deviant art who said I could post it on fanfiction. I will tell you who the author is, probably, when I'm done posting all the chapters. I'm sorry if I missed a question! Just ask again or I'll go back and recheck the reviews.

XD I reread this chapter so many times. Enjoy!

Ch. 9 broken mind

Living Hell

After school, Edward began his walk home. Luckily, Brandon and his usual gang weren't there, probably gone off to buy cigarettes. That was one less thing he had to worry about. He was hoping that his mother would be let off early from work and would be there to greet him instead of Von, but that kind of thing only happened on the weekends and was rare at that.

He climbed the front stairs of his home and looked over at the driveway, the Chevy still gone, leaving it empty. He slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. The loud creaking was enough to let the whole town know he had arrived home. He father was sitting in his usual chair, accompanied bottles and an unimpressed expression on his face. Edward had manged to make it the dinning room before he was spoken to.

"You told me a few days ago you would be getting your law test back today." Von said in a low ton.

He really doesn't waste any time does he?

Edward froze. Could he get away with lying? Perhaps tell him that the teacher forgot, or that he forgot the test in his locker and couldn't remember what mark he got? He looked at the ground, placing his bag on the dinning room table in the middle of the space.

"Uh- well- I-I did, but-"

"Where is it?" He father demanded getting up from his seat.

"C-can I go up to my room?" Edward quivered. He knew his father would never allow him.

"No." His father shot grabbing the backpack from the table. He unzipped the main pocket and rummaged though the bag. Edward took a few steps back towards the kitchen, knowing that the stairs were only a few paces past the doorway. There was no doubt that Edward was faster than his father, but in a house, where did he have to run?

Edward was desperately hoping that his father was to drunk to tell which test was which an see one of his old fitness tests and be satisfied. His father pulled out a few sheets of paper, the first was the last chemistry test he had received the previous day and nodded, satisfied with the mark, then flipped the paper back into the bag to come to the second pack of sheets, revealing the new law test he gotten back that morning. There was a long silence as his father absorbed the value of the mark. Von whipped around, facing Edward who was about to make a mad dash for his room, until his father grabbed his wrists. Edward flinched.

"What's the meaning of this?" Von hollered, his voice echoing through the house.

"Let go of me!" Edward shrieked, trying to pull away from the challenger. His father was looking him straight in the eyes, not even blinking. His hard golden eyes met Edward's soft ones.

"No! Tell me why you didn't get a good grade! How much time did you have to study!" Von yelled again throwing the test on the ground to have both of his hands free.

"I hate the class, OK! I don't see why you made me take it! I could be getting the marks you want me to in another class, but you won't let me switch out, and I hate it!"

"I don't care what you can get in another class." Von spat sharply. "I want you to succeed in this one!"

"Well that's not gonna happen! Apparently you're to dense to see that!" Edward shot, tears building up in his eyes. He hated facing off against his father. Not only because he was abusive, but the tone in his voice and fire in his eyes were enough to make you quiver away like a hurt dog.

Von quickly back handed Edward across the cheek, keeping his eyes locked with his son's. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again!"

"Well it's true! If you want me to do well in school than don't put me in classes I don't care about!" Edward shot, showing no sign of fear against his father, despite the tracks of water streaming down his face.

"You're going to do well whether you like it or not! I don't want to see anymore tests like this one or you'll wish I hadn't."

"I don't care! There's nothing more you can do to me that you haven't already done!" Edward said, a determined look on his face. He was thrown off guard when Von shoved him against the wall, colliding his fist with his son's shoulder.

"Don't tell me what I'm capable of, Edward Elric!" his father's voice boomed through his ears, sending chills up and down his spine. He glanced down at his son. "You're a pathetic worm. I'm ashamed to have you as my son."

"Good! and I'm ashamed to have you as my father!"

Von eyes were red with rage. He grabbed Edward's hair and began to drag him into the kitchen, shoving him on the floor, then up against the fridge. "Do you want to have another trip into the sink?" Von threatened as he reached behind him and turned on the tap.

Edward tried to back away as he sat on the floor with his father's hand still wrapped around both his wrists. He kept pushing off, but his feet kept slipping on the tiles. Von kept pulling him closer and closer to the sink with every second. Edward wasn't sure if it was just a threat or if he actually meant to attempt it again. All of Edward's strength and determination left his side and he fell to his father's mercy.

"No! Let go! Please! I'm sorry!" Edward cried trying to pull away. His father only laughed at his futile attempts, keeping a superior grin on his face. "I'm sorry, I won't say it again! Please!" Edward's only words afterwards were pure screams as tears continued to steam down his cheeks. "Al! Alphonse! Mom! Please, Someone help!"

Von quickly turned off the tap, turning back to strike Ed in the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. Edward turned silent as he held his breath looking up at his father, muffling the noise of his sobs as he clutched his chest.

"I'm sorry." Ed whimpered.
Living Hell

"Shut up!" Von yelled, slapping Edward across the jaw. Edward closed his eyes as tight as he could, fearing the man's next moves. "Go!" he yelled, pointing up the stairs.

Edward didn't move. He didn't know what would happen if he actually did leave. Was it some kind of trick? Would he be punished for it?

"I said go!" Von shot again, grabbing Edward by the hair and shoving him up the stairs. "And don't ever let me hearing you talking like that again!" he stomped away back into the living room grabbing a few more full beer bottles on the way.

Edward didn't hesitate for another second. He scampered up the stairs and into his room, quietly closing the door behind him. He stayed behind the door. He didn't want to move, every time he inhaled, pain would shoot through his chest. He sat down behind the door as if guarding it from a possible threat. He wiped his tears from his eyes and sat quietly in his dark room. He hadn't opened the curtains when he had woken up that morning and his bed was still a mess. He had no clue when Alphonse would be coming home and he didn't want it to be anytime soon, he looked like a complete wreck and didn't want his little brother to be suspicious.

His life really was turning into a living hell.

Boy, am I glad my parents love me. 0.0

Gee I had no idea what I was asking for when I decided to post this.

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