No, no, no, no, no...this cannot be happening to me. My father had taken off his pants and was standing naked in front of my bed. Grabbing my underwear and pajamas, he ripped them down to my ankles. "Daddy...no..." I heard myself whimper. It was then that I heard glass shatter about the same time as my father did. He dropped me on the bed as we both looked over at my window. A motorcycle helmet had flown through the window, causing the shatter we heard. We saw another helmet clearing the glass shards still in the window as my father stumbled over to the window with a "Whaa' the fuck?"

Yami came through the window, unintentionally head butting my father in the process as dad was leaning over to see what was going on when Yami came in. It was then that I heard footsteps coming up the staircase. My father grabbed Yami by the arm, slamming him against the wall. I saw Yami's face contort in pain. "What the fuck are ya doin' here, you lil nancy boy? Wanna get your pickle licked by my lil faggot?" My father sneered.

About then, the door to my room was being knocked...well, rather, hands were slamming on it as Gramps was yelling something I couldn't hear as he pounded on the door. I heard the doorknob rattle. I wanted my legs to work. I wanted to go help Yami. I wanted to let Gramps in...but I couldn't. I saw Dad grab a piece of glass. No! That got me in gear as I jumped up from the bed. I saw a flash of silver and realized that Yami had pulled out a knife.

That got me to change gears and I went over, unlocking the door as Gramps stormed in, worry over his face. "Yugi m'boy..." He stopped as he saw the scene unfolding in front of him, and also seeing me half naked. "What in the name of God is going on here? Why are you half naked...and what happened to your face?" Gramps looked confused and scared.

I heard a grunt and then a slam. Turning, I stared in horror at what was happening. Blood was coming from Yami's arm as a piece of glass was sticking out of his arm. Dad had him off the ground, his hands around Yami's throat. I leapt forward at that, wrapping my arms around Dad's neck, trying to pull him off of Yami. Dad threw me and I slammed my shoulder hard against the dresser. I took a sharp intake of breath at the pain.

"Torahiko, stop! Stop this instant! I don't care what they were doing, nothing excuses what you are doing!" Gramps stormed over to my father. It was then that I noticed that my father was bleeding as well. Gramps grabbed Dad's arm, jerking him away from Yami, who fell to the ground, gasping for air. Grabbing his knife, Yami stood, ready to attack or defend it seemed.

Dad jerked away from Gramps. "I will not raise a fucking faggot! You hear me?" he screamed at Gramps as Yami stood, switchblade in hand, eyeing my dad, gasping for air. All of a sudden, Dad started storming towards me, towering over me. Suddenly, Yami was in front of me, shielding me, switchblade out.

"Don't make me do this, Mr. Motou, please! Just leave your son alone!" Yami pleaded.

"Torahiko, I said no!" Everything seemed to happen in slow motion at that point. I saw Yami tense, ready to use the knife. I saw Gramps slap Dad's face...and then I saw Dad backhand Gramps...hard. Gramps stumbled and fell...hitting my desk. Dad grunted and turned back to us. Yami still stood in front of me, protecting me. Dad grabbed the glass, twisting it in Yami's arm as Yami jerked the knife at Dad, slicing his chest, blood pooling from the wound. Dad hissed and jerked back.

"Yugi...I'll deal with your ass later." He hissed, storming out of my room. I heard him stomp and then the front door slam.

I started shaking as soon as he left. Yami pulled me up into a hug. I flinched as he hugged me. I couldn't help it. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but...with everything that just happened, and with my shoulder, I just flinched. Yami pulled back, offering me a hand to help me up. I took it, standing, and went over to Gramps.

"Gramps, lets get you up and to bed, then I will get you some ibuprofen, okay?" I heard Yami on the phone, calling the police. Gramps didn't answer. I knelt down by him, terror crawling up my throat. "Yami, call an ambulance, will you? Gramps is unconscious."

I wasn't used to police. I wasn't used to getting questioned. But let's be fair...I also wasn't used to being almost raped by my own father. They tried to call my mom, but got no answer, so left a message. Then, at that point I explained, the best that I could, what happened. I told them the slurs he said. I did all this while watching the paramedics work on Yami's arm. They said it was deep, and may have some nerve damage. Yami made them work on him by me, as he kept holding my hand, never letting go. I couldn't see what they were doing with Gramps, I assume they were putting him in the ambulance.

After the police got done talking to me, they put me in the ambulance. It was only then that I realized how much Yami helped me...since he made me put on pants I wouldn't have thought to put on, since I didn't want to leave Gramps's side. That would have been embarrassing! Yami sat with me and Gramps, waiting, making sure Gramps was comfortable. Gramps kept moaning while unconscious, making my worry spike more.

Yami never left my side though, even after the police came. He sat with me in the ambulance, holding my hand when he could and they weren't working on one of us. The ambulance headed towards the hospital, right behind the one that had Gramps in it. I leaned on Yami, exhausted and scared. I put my hand on his cheek, tears falling from my eyes. "I'm sorry you are hurt. I hope you are okay...I don't want you having nerve damage because of me." The thought of Yami hurt, and it being my fault, was overwhelming.

Yami reached up, wiping my eyes with his thumb. "Hey, Aibou...it's okay. I was worried about you. You didn't sound right when you talked to me, then, when you hung up on me so quickly, I knew something was wrong and I had to come help out my Aibou." He leaned over gently to kiss me, and I gently kissed him back, more tears falling.

We got to the hospital and Yami stayed with me while being checked out. The police were also there. They told me I would have to go do something called a NASV interview, whatever that was, and I would have to do it tomorrow. After determining that I had bruises to my face from where my dad slapped me and a dislocated shoulder, they put it back into place and they let me go. Damn...that hurt. They gave me a prescription for some pain medicine. The police got more contact information from me, including my cell phone number...which was when I realized that I had left my phone at home. The Sergeant said he would talk to me more tomorrow and to call him after I woke up. I nodded, taking the business card that was handed to me. Walking out of the hospital, Yami looked at me. "I've texted Seto. He's sending a limo. Why don't we go back to your place so you can get your phone and a change of clothes, then you stay with me for the night since no one else is home?"

I nodded...that sounded like a good idea. About then, a black limousine pulled up. The driver got out and opened the door as Yami nodded at him. "Thanks Reggie. We need to go to the Kame Game Shop, then we will be going home." He smiled at the driver. The driver bowed. I crawled in, with Yami crawling in behind me. Once the door was shut and I verified the glass was up, I crawled in Yami's lap in a ball and started crying. This was the ugly, sobbing, nasty crying. You know the kind...the runny nose, red, splotchy face crying. Everything finally hit...dad almost raped me, Yami got hurt, Gramps got hurt, mom was having an affair...this was the worst night of my life. Yami just put his arms around me, holding me, saying nothing as I curled smaller into a ball.

I felt the car stop eventually. "Do you want to stay here and I go get your stuff?" Yami asked quietly. I shook my head, hanging onto him. I am ashamed to say I let him pick me up and carry me into my bedroom. I did crawl out of his grasp then and went, grabbing a bag and putting some clothes in it. Where did I put my phone? I was trying to think...the bathroom!

I went in and grabbed it from under the towel. Slipping it in my pocket, I grabbed my brush, toothbrush and then went back to Yami. He looked at me. "Ready to go?" I nodded. Yami grabbed me and slipped me on his back, like a baby panda. I held on as he grabbed my bag. I knew I shouldn't be letting him do this, especially with his arm hurt, but I couldn't seem to function right. Getting back into the limo, I just curled up to Yami.

After several minutes, I heard my phone ring. Looking at the number, I didn't recognize it, but in case it was the police or the hospital, I needed to answer it. "Hello?" I mumbled.

"Mr. Motou...Mr. Yugi Motou?" The male voice on the other end was unfamiliar, but kind.

"Yes, that is me." I said. Who was this guy? It didn't sound like Sergeant Blaketha.

"Mr. Motou, this is Sergeant Blaketha." Okay, I was wrong. "Are you sitting down and not driving?" The Sergeant's voice was kind. I looked at my phone. It had been about four hours since this whole ordeal had started, and about an hour and a half since I left the hospital. Fuck, this was bad.

"Y...yes." I whimpered, putting the phone on speaker, as I just had a feeling I was not going to have to want to repeat this.

"Mr. Motou...your grandfather passed away at the hospital...it seems he hit his temple on the furniture when he fell. He passed peacefully about ten minutes ago. The hospital tried to call you, but said they were missing a digit from your cell phone number."

My world spun out of control...Gramps couldn't be dead...he couldn't. I felt Yami pull me closer to him. I was limp...in shock. I heard Sergeant Blaketha calling my name. "Yugi...are you there? Are you okay?"

I cleared my throat. "I'm here." I whispered. "T..thank you for letting me know. I'm coming back to the hospital." I heard Yami telling the driver something I couldn't register. I assume it was to go to the hospital. Well, I was wrong but I wasn't...now it was officially the worst night of my life. It was still the same night...but more events occurred to make worse.

"Yugi...I'm not done." Sergeant Blaketha's voice continued. "We just found your mother and father in a hotel room, dead of an apparent murder suicide. We need you to identify their bodies."

I'm going to quit saying anything about this night in regards to the quality of it in my life.