How's this for another quick update? :) Warning... there's abuse in this chapter...

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Okay I don't own P&F... Just my OC's.

~ Ferb's POV ~

The past days went by without any problems (surprisingly). During this time, I had a chance to visit my grandparents and uncle. They were all very happy to see me, and they must've learned from my father that I recently learned about my late sister. Because they kept telling me that my father still loves me, and that he only wants best for me. I know they're right, and yet… during all this time, I still haven't called him…

Within the first week since I've been here, I've learned everyone's routine. I planned it so I only have to see Mark at the breakfast and dinner table, the rest of the time he's either in his office, or outside taking a smoking break. Annie has 'clients' to attend to for most of the morning, and then she's home in the afternoon. Layla has a mix of things she does, but she's usually free after twelve or one. Ash is free most of the day, so I spend most of the morning with him, playing blocks, reading stories or playing a song or two on my guitar. After a while, Layla would join us and then we'd read, go swimming or play the guitar.

And lastly, Adria and I… we've been spending most of the afternoons together. We usually take a walk throughout the city, and just talk. Sometimes we'd treat each other to lunch, and other times she'd invite me over to her house for dinner. Her parents have once again welcomed me back to their family. Adria and I told her dad right away about our 'dating' each other, and he seemed perfectly fine with it. He said that he trusted me, and that I certainly know how to respect a lady. Well I guess I kind of do… the two of us only hold hands, and kiss each other on the cheeks when we say goodbye. If that's not respect, I don't know what is.

It's now two weeks into the summer, and today… I'm lying on my bed and reading a book. It's rainy outside, so I wouldn't be going out today. Layla's having a Latin lesson, and Ash is in bed with a small headache. There is something that I really need to do, that I've been dying to do for the past week or so. I need to hear my brother's voice… as in Phineas's voice. I haven't called anyone at home since the dispute with my father. I set my book down and looked over at my phone. If I call home, there's only a small chance that Phineas would answer. In which case, I'd have to try to ask for him without getting into a long conversation with my father or mum.

I decided to take my chances as I reached for the phone and dialed up the phone number. It rand about four times, before the voice I wanted to hear most answered…

"Hello?"

I tried my best not to cry when I answered, "Phin… it's me…"

I heard him gasp on the other line, "Fe… Ferb?"

"Yes it's me…"

"Ferb! You called… I mean, you're calling and I'm talking to you!"

I laughed, "Yes, yes you are. How are you doing?"

"How am I doing? I should be asking you! I mean the last time I heard anything from you was… what, two weeks ago?"

"Yeah, that sounds just about right."

"Well um… dad's not here right now. He and mom are at the store."

"Actually Phin, I called because I wanted to talk to you."

"You did… really? Oh wait a sec… someone wants to say hi…" I hear a slight rustle and soon Isabella's voice is on the line, "Hi Ferb… whatcha doing?"

I smile, "Hey Isabella… just talking to you right now."

"Well it's nice to hear your voice again, how's everything going?"

"It's been pretty smooth for the past two weeks. How are you guys doing?"

"Just fine, Phineas and I are watching Charlotte while your parents are at work."

"Wait… you and Phineas are alone? Hmm…"

"Don't 'hm' me Ferb, nothing like that is happening… hold on, Phineas will tell you…" I hear her handing back the phone to Phineas, "Ferb! Come on, you know me better then that."

"Dude, you have your girlfriend with you… in a house that's not supervised with adults. What am I supposed to think?"

"That we're being responsible babysitters…"

"Where's Charlotte right now?"

"She's right he- oh wait… at least she was right here… Izzie?"

I hear her say something, and then Phineas speaks, "Isabella is holding Charlotte. See? Responsible…"

I laughed at this, "Yeah right, when I see it I'll believe it…"

I hear a slight pause. Phineas then mumbles something to Isabella and hear her say something back. His voice comes back on the line,

"Ferb I'm alone now… is everything really okay with you?"

"Yeah I'm fine…"

"You sure? Has Mark hit you or anything at all?"

"N… not for a while now…"

Phineas gasped, "He did, didn't he? Why that lowlife, self serving-"

"Phineas it's fine. It was when I first arrived, and it was kind of my fault anyway. I got all up in his face about something and he… slapped me."

I swear that I heard Phineas growl, "Ferb! How can- I mean why would-? Ferb! You can't stay there, you don't deserve to be treated like that!"

"Phin please calm down, like I said it's been quiet for a couple of weeks. I've learned his routine so I'm able to avoid him."

"When dad comes home I'm going to tell him."

"No don't! Phineas please don't."

"Why not, Ferb? It may be your ticket back home-"

"Because it's the last thing he needs! Weren't you there when he and I exchanged conversation? Did you hear what I had to learn over the phone?"

"Yes Ferb I did, and you know what? You weren't here to watch dad break down. I mean he literally broke down. He was calling himself a failure and a bad father. He said he would never forgive himself for losing two children because of his negligence. It took mom and me days to fully calm him down; and during those days, I can honestly say that I've never seen anyone like that in my whole life. Ever since that day, he still thinks you hate him and haven't forgiven him."

I gripped the phone tightly and felt a couple of tears wanting to break through. My father was crying out loud? He really thinks that he's a bad father? My gosh, what have I done…

"Ferb… are you still there? Hello?"

I gulped, "Yeah I'm… I'm still here…"

"I'm sorry Ferb, I should've kept my mouth shut."

"No, no I'm glad you told me Phin…"

"You don't sound glad?"

I sighed, "Well it's quite a lot to take in over the phone."

I heard him sigh, "Guess its kind of a big mess, huh?"

"You have no idea…"

"Okay well, do you want me to have dad call you when he gets back from work?"

"Nah, I may or may not be in my room… I'll call back sometime soon."

"Ferb you know it's not the same here without you. I really miss you, bro."

"I miss you too Phineas."

"Do you think that you will be able to come home soon?"

I sighed, "I hope so…"

"Okay well, I should go and check on Izzie and Charlotte. So… you promise you'll call again soon, right?"

"Yeah, of course I will."

"Great… um, bye Ferb. I love you."

"Bye Phineas love you too."

I listened as Phineas hung up the phone, before my own phone fell through my fingertips and unto the floor. I buried my head into my hands and began crying. I knew my dad was hurt by my actions, but I never knew he was REALLY hurt. It's my entire fault, I shouldn't have asked about Dalia, but now that I have I just feel really awful…

I fell back on the bed and began to rub my damp eyes. I needed to talk to someone about this… hopefully Adria or her parents are home. I could use their advise on all of this. I stuck a pair of shoes on and grabbed an umbrella that I found in one of the drawers. I walked out of my room and down the stairs. That's when I heard someone on top of the stairs call to me,

"Going somewhere boy?"

I stiffened up as I stopped halfway down the stairs. I looked up to see Mark, who was looking down at me from the top, and by the way he was talking and looking, I'd say he had way too much to drink.

I sighed, "Yeah I'm going to visit Adria, I'll be back before dinner."

He smirked weirdly at he and pointed a bottle of beer at me, "You're not going anywhere… you're going to track mud in the house…"

"Mark why don't you go lie down, you're drunk and I would hate to see you hurt yourself, or someone else."

"Please… I am perfectly capable of holding down my liquor. Now come on up, and we'll get drunk together. Won't that be fun?"

He's asking me to drink? Man, he must really be out of it…

I shook my head, "No thanks, I don't drink… now if you excuse me…"

I started walking back down the stairs, and that's when I heard him following me. When I reached the bottom, I looked up to see Mark looking grim at me,

"I said," he spoke, "that you're not going anywhere. You're staying here, and I'm going to have a little fun."

My eyes widened at this. I know how dangerous drunk people can be, and I can only imagine that Mark is ten times worse then a regular drunk.

"I already said that I don't drink." I spoke, "You can't make me…"

"Oh I know what you said… but that's not what I meant by fun…"

I went to walk out the door when I felt him reach out and grab my wrist roughly. I struggled to break free from his iron grasp,

"Let go of me Mark!"

He snickered at my feeble attempt to escape. He twisted my wrist and pushed me down to the floor. I wince at the pain in my wrist, but luckily it wasn't broken… yet.

I looked up and watched as he aimed a kick at my side. I yelped out at the blow and went to stand up. He kicked me again in the same spot, so back down I went. I struggled to sit up on my elbows and looked up at Mark.

Hot tears stung my narrowed eyes, "Mark stop it! Annie's not going to be happy when she sees you doing this."

He grabbed me by my collar and yanked me up to my feet. He pushed me up against the wall, and whispered in my ear,

"Well then, it's a good thing she won't be home for another hour or so…"

He grabbed me by my neck and once again, threw me to the floor. I went to get up again, when he aimed a hard kick in my stomach. I cried out slightly and grasped my stomach. While I tried to regain my breath, I heard the sickening sound of a pocketknife being flipped open. I looked up and watched as he kneeled down next to me. I tried to punch at him, while trying to back away, but he grabbed my injured wrist and forced it down to the ground. I swung at him with my other hand, but he grabbed it with the same hand that held my other hand and pinned my arms above my head. Dang it, he is stronger then I… even when he's drunk.

He sat down on my hurt stomach and held the knife close to my face. I actually whimpered and whispered,

"Please don't kill me…"

He looked down at me and laughed, "Please… I'm not going to kill you, yet… I just want to have a little fun."

I struggled with my legs, but froze when he pressed the cold blade up against my throat.

He spoke with a warning voice, "You keep moving like that, I will kill you…"

I hated this man so much, but for the first time since I've been here, I'm now afraid of him. I stopped moving around and breathed out when he pulled the knife away from my throat. I tensed up again when he pressed the knife up against my cheek. I went to ask what he was doing, when he suddenly applied more pressure to my cheek. I shut my eyes tightly when I felt the skin break. He dragged the knife down my cheek and lifted it up to press it against my other cheek. After he made two matching cuts on my cheeks, he chuckled as he got off of me. He kicked my side again and muttered before walking off,

"Pathetic piece of crap…"

I lied on the floor a minute longer, and when I was sure he was gone I stood up. I could feel blood from my cheeks running down my face. I stumbled to my feet and made my way back upstairs to my room. Once I closed the door I walked into the bathroom and gasped when I saw my face. I grabbed one of the towels and wetted it before dabbing my face. I winced in pain as I cleaned the blood up from around my face. I then lifted up my shirt and felt around where Mark kicked me. My side was definitely going to be bruised by tomorrow morning.

Once I got myself all cleaned up, I walked back into my room and collapsed on my bed. I was furious with Mark, and I'm sure that Annie is going to be too when she returns home. But knowing now how strong Mark is, I can honestly say that I'm terrified of him and I'm not sure if I'll be able to fight him off again if he pins me down again. Which is why I shouldn't leave my room again today... unless...?

I looked out towards my balcony and got up to walk towards it. I opened up the door and walked outside. It was pouring outside, but I didn't care... I needed to get out of this house. I swung my legs over the side of the barrier and slid down the railing. My room wasn't too high up, so I was able to drop to the ground without much problem. I darted out of the yard and into the street. Rainwater dripped down my face as I ran. I must've tripped over something, because I suddenly went flying and fell painfully to the ground. I whimpered at the pain on my now skinned arms and sat up on the sidewalk. I broke down and began to cry. I have no idea why... it just felt right.

I buried my head in my hands, and wished with all my heart that my dad was here. I really needed to hear his reassuring voice... I really needed him right now. Instead of getting back up, I folded my knees up and buried my head into my knees. I felt so alone...

To be continued... :)

So after a nice lovy dovy chapter, I now wrote this.

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