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"Hey Maka," West greeted. He looked almost exactly like his brother, but more angled, and his hair defied gravity less. Maka gave him a smile, and set her bag down. She chose to bring a tote bag instead of her backpack to Kid's house, and she was thankful she did. "You're dressed nicely today." West hadn't gotten a good glance at Maka, because his brother was very possessive over her. He had just noticed that she was wearing a long grey tunic, nice looking jeans, and her combat boots. Her hair was in a beautiful braid too.

"Thank you," Maka was already in Soul's hold and she knew that West would be leaving in a couple of hours.

"So Maka, where were you?" Soul asked casually. Maka knew that he was making sure that she wasn't out with Kid again. Maka looked him in the eyes before saying, "I was out with my new friends Liz and Patty. You saw Liz drop me off. Patty was still shopping, and needed more time. I didn't buy anything though."

Soul searched her eyes for lies, and looked away satisfied. Maka smirked inwardly. She had gotten significantly better at lying. Soul had believed the fib to. But the guilt of lying to her boyfriend would catch up with her eventually. For now she would just enjoy the presence of West that prevents Soul from harming her.

It was Sunday morning that Maka woke feeling arms around her. He eyes widened only to close again in relief that she wasn't feeling any "special feelings" and was fully clothed. "Good morning beautiful. You just looked so cute in your sleep that I couldn't help but crawl in." Maka started getting suspicious as soon as he said that. Soul could be nice, but he wasn't this nice… what was he planning?

Letting go of her, he said, "Get dressed, I want to take you out for breakfast." Both getting up, Soul went to Maka's dresser and got out some clothes. "Put these on, and get ready." Maka took the clothes, and stared at the door as it was shut. Maka looked at the outfit in her hands for a moment before putting it on.

In the mirror was a girl of sixteen, her blonde hair tussled from sleep, and emerald eyes full of fear. She was wearing a grey long sleeved dress shirt, and black shorts that reached a little under mid-thigh that showed off her long, slender legs, with a bruise here and there. Taking a brush, the girl in the mirror started to untangle, and tame her blonde hair, letting it stay down.

Maka took in a breath, letting it out and gave the girl in the mirror one last reassuring smile before picking up her phone and leaving the room. Soul was waiting for her by the door, and took her hand as soon as she had on the black flats he suggested.

They ate breakfast in a nearby café. The food and drinks were great but Maka couldn't help but be tense. She knew Soul didn't treat her to things like this often. He either wanted to know or did know something. On their way home the two went through the park.

"So Maka," Soul started, swinging their clasped hands. "Before I went to sleep, I saw your phone had a text message." Soul continued. Maka's heart dropped through her stomach. She gulped back her breakfast.

"Oh, and who was it from?" She asked. She was nervous, and Soul could tell, her palm had started to sweat.

"Well you had three actually. One of them was from someone named Nathan," Maka's eyes widened. She and Nathan had exchanged numbers at some point, and she had forgotten. "The other two were from someone named Kid," Maka swore she felt Soul's eyes burning with anger. His hand tightened around hers as he continued.

"Nathan said that he hoped to see you in the halls. You two had a conversation about each other before then. I don't see him as a threat though, it's only too clear that you two are just friends. It's this 'Kid' character I'm worried about. What did I tell you about seducing the new boy?"

"Kid is just a friend," Maka mumbled, her bangs hiding her sad eyes. They had made it to their apartment.

"I want you to take out your phone, and read the last two text messages he sent you," Soul requested. The two teens walked into the apartment, locking the door behind them. Maka's fingers shook as she took out her phone. She started at the trouble these texts would get her in.

"The first one says, "Hey Maka, did you get home safe?" The second says," Maka struggled to say the next one. "He can't hurt you with West over, right?" Maka felt the phone taken from her hands. She looked up, and saw only angry crimson eyes before she felt a sharp smack on her left cheek causing her to turn her head and torso to the right.

"Your Passcode to your phone was too easy, Kami, the name of your stupid mother." Soul had lost all control, and was now blinded by a mixture of wrath and envy. He roughly grabbed her arm, and jerked her so that her scared eyes met his angered ones. "You are mine, and mine alone," He slapped her before kicking her left shin, and making his way to his room. Tears blurring her vision, and pouring out of her eyes, she broke.

"Is this really how you treat your girlfriend?" She screamed at Soul. She was on the ground clutching her shin, her newfound confidence stopping the boy in his tracks. "You are saying that I should feel the pain that you felt. I felt that pain a long time ago." Maka continued, getting to her feet, using the wall to stand. "I am sick and tired of being your punching bag, and doing what you say in fear of getting hit if I don't. I am sick and tired of it!"

Soul turned around, and slapped her again causing her to fall on to the coffee table, and make it fall on top of her. Soul threw her phone down on the floor, just narrowly missing her face. Some of the bits of the phone cut her hands as she tried to get up. Soul was staring at her with a look of pure loathing.

When he had calmed down, Soul only just caught sight of blonde hair and the door slamming shut. Looking down at his hands, he mumbled, "What have I done," And in the first time since Maka moved in, and he started to beat her, Soul cried. He cried of anger, of sadness, but mostly of guilt. He had finally realized what he was doing to Maka. She was already had enough shit in her life, with her dead mother, and alcoholic father. She missed her mother so much and he insulted that very person in which she missed. All of this shit he made worse. He was to blame. Seeing the blood on the door's lock he continued to cry of all of these emotions until he tired himself out, and fell asleep on the couch.

Maka felt her hands cut as she sat up. Seeing that he was distracted, Maka unlocked the door, and shut it, dashing away from the place that Soul was in. She didn't care how odd she looked with blood and tears on her. She didn't care that she could probably never go back to that place. Maka just cared about where she was going. She had remembered the streets, and turns it took to get there. Her heart ached, and the pain was only causing her to run faster. Finally getting to her destination, she rang the doorbell.

When the door opened, she was glad to see Kid standing there. "Maka-" He was cut off by the poor girl throwing herself at her friend, and crying into his shirt. Kid was still in a bit of shock of seeing Maka like this, beat up, and bleeding, but her still wrapped his arm around her, and stroked her hair, letting her get it all out. He didn't care that she was staining his shirt with a mixture of blood and tears. Maka didn't care that she was displaying how weak she really was. And both of them didn't care that Liz, Patty, and Nathan were there watching what was happening with faces full of surprise. They both knew they had to explain what was happening at some point.

That was, in my opinion, one of my better chapters. Hey, sorry I keep updating late, but I promise I will update tomorrow. I will explain in the next chapter why Nathan is there too, don't worry. Thank you for reading, and sorry about any spelling or grammatical errors.

~ littlecat