Oh my sweet Jesus! Everyone I am so sorry it took me so long to update! I mean I have been BUSY! Going places and doing things. I even wrote this whole story in the car because I was like "I CAN'T LET MY REVIEWERS DOWN!!" so I wrote this story in the car on my way to D.C where I currently am :D love it here! Anyway I almost got car sick writing this chapter so I hope you like it!

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It was three days later after the incident with Giese. Everything that had happened still haunted in my mind like it had taken place only a few minutes ago. I can't sleep, I can't eat, and I refuse to talk. It's like I'm in my own little space and I'm not coming out for nothing. My mom tries to talk to me about it but I just shrug her off and stay as silent as a church mouse.

Every time I try to fall asleep I'm haunted by nightmares. I'm always waking up in cold sweats and hearing my heart beating through my ears. I've only gotten about fourteen hours of sleep these past few days. I'm exhausted. All the time my head is bobbing up and down ready to go into a slumber but I try to keep myself awake. Fearful that if I fall asleep I'll have those horrible dreams once again.

My appetite is completely gone. My mom tries to get me to eat something but I always turn the offer down. Even the sight of food makes me nauseous. It was every day my stomach was full, like I had just ate a whole cow. Maybe it was just tension, shock, nervousness, or everything bad was twisting my stomach in knots. Whatever it was it wasn't helping me at all and wasn't making my skin look any more colorful than a pasty pale.

Talking? There was no "talking". Talking was the last thing on earth I wanted to do. Especially when it came to talking about Giese. When Giese was mentioned, you could forget about even getting a single word or noise out of me. The only way you could know what I wanted to say is if you opened up my head and looked inside my mind. If for some strange reason you could do that, you'd be bombarded with single-worded thoughts like; disgusting, uncomfortable, gross, sick, forget. You didn't even have to talk to me to know that. You'd think those very same thoughts if you just heard it on the streets.

Basically, I am in a totally state of denial. I am denying help from anyone. I am denying the people who want to help me. I am denying almost everything that is precious to me. And I didn't just come into this denial three days ago, oh no. I realize I was in this denial for a long time. I would criticize my mom for her being in the same situation when I'm exactly the same. I'm probably the biggest hypocrite in the world.

I think that I've hit rock bottom pretty hard. I knew it would happen with this divorce going on but I didn't think it would be this painful.

Now I'm finally going home after staying in a hotel for the past few days. It was a safety precaution my mom wanted to make. She was fretting about the possibility of Giese coming back and thought it would be wise if we lay low long enough for that bastard to realize we were gone. I guess three days was enough so I'm riding in the car at this very minute on the interstate heading home.

Today was such an ugly day, too. The sky was painted in different shades of gray and you could hear the rolls of thunder in the distance. I guess Mother Nature feels the same way I do because this weather couldn't fit my mood any better.

Really, the only thing good about today is that I don't have to go to school. Not that this will be a problem because today is the last day of school for summer break. So it's not really that big of a deal since a lot of my other friends were skipping too. Yeah Principal Samejima, try and question me on that you asshole!

Other than all of that trouble, everything is okay. And I mean "okay" in worse possible way.

So here I am in the car with my mother in the most silent car ride I have ever been in. I for one didn't feel any pressure to talk, but my mom on the other hand was a different story.

"So...Honey, how are you feeling?"

That was the statement of the year. That's all she has been asking me. How am I feeling? Well I feel completely used, nasty, dirty, and did I mention that I almost had my virginity taken by some creep? But I didn't say that, I just stared out the window and answered a simple, "Fine."

My mom let out a sigh, stating that she is almost done with trying to get something out of me. It's not working. Not only that, but she's kicking herself hard in the ass because she knows that all of this is mostly her fault. That's why she's been crying at night. Oh yeah, she thinks I can't hear her but I can.

Also I'm not trying to be antisocial and push my mom away since now we are finally starting to patch up or broken relationship. But it's just that I think she isn't capable of handling me telling her everything. Even though she saw it happening, she saw the beating, she saw the molesting with her own eyes, she's just not emotionally stable for me to tell her every single detail. I mean she thinks that he's only done this once, but I haven't told her yet about what happened in the car. I don't think she could take it knowing that he had done something like that right under her nose.

But to be honest, I don't even want to talk about this with her anyway. Surprisingly, I want to talk about this will Johan. I really do. I know I've been crazy about not letting him know about what has been going on but after thinking about this over and over I think I should tell him. He's my first priority to helping me get through this shit.

That's why I actually changed my gaze from the outside scenery to my mom and spoke to her for the first time on my own terms, "Can you drop me off a Johan's house?"

Okay wasn't the best question my mom wanted me to ask but at least I'm talking.

"Um...okay. Is he even home?" She asked.

"Yeah, he told me he was skipping a while ago."

"Well, okay then."

I knew my mom wanted me to continue on in some form of conversation with her but I really wasn't up to it. So I went back to staring out the window and being as silent as I was before.

Once again we were drowning in complete silence. The only thing that was making noise was the rain hitting the windshield. I heard my mom scooting around in her car seat, antsy in the awkward quietness of the car. This was just eating her up in the inside. She wants me to show a sign that I'm okay or starting to feel a tad better but you know something. It doesn't take three days to get over something this big.

There hasn't been a moment when I've thought about what might have happened if my mom hadn't come when she did. I knew for sure that I would no longer have the innocence a kid my age should have, that was obvious. But I knew that if my mom hadn't have caught him in his act, he would still be doing that to me. I'd be his own little pet in his sick pleasures. Not only that, beatings would continue.

Thinking about it now made me squirm in my seat.

It would be like in my nightmares. I'd watch in fear as Giese would crawl up on the bed. He'd crawl like a spider with that evil smirk on his face. When I'd look in his eyes I'd see the devil staring back at me. I hated that it seemed so real and how I could feel all of it like it was actually happening. Always having to wake up, drenched in sweat as I pulled the covers off my body to see if anything was really there.

Even thinking about that was making me go paler than I already was. I rubbed my hands all over my face to try and make an attempt to get those thoughts out of my head. But I knew they would only be gone for the moment before they were right back in my mind again.

Now my head was clear enough for me to I realized that we were rolling up Johan's street. Then a scared and nervous feeling started to was over me. I was doubting myself, doubting if what I was about to do was right or not. Is he going to reject me and shove my ass out the door? What if he's so mad he won't even let me in to talk at all? If I tell him will he not think of me the same? Will he stop loving me?

I guess I haven't really thought this through now that I'm actually considering the possibilities. I guess there's always a little glimmer of hope that Johan will understand. I mean he can't be mad at me, it wasn't my fault.

God I'm so confused right now!

Well I guess there was no turning back now because we had already pulled up in his driveway. I gulped down the lump in my throat and had a death squeeze on the car seat. I was debating whether to step out of this car or to just stay in it and drive home.

"Aren't you going to go in?" my mom asked.

I responded by opening the car door.

I had made up my mind at the last second. Whether Johan accepts me or not at least I had the audacity to go to his house and tell him straight up.

I got out of the car and shut the door without saying a word to my mom. All she gave me a weak wave goodbye. I waved back and limped my way up to Johan's porch steps.

When I got to his front door I stared at it like I was looking into the future. Actually it kind of was my future and I was afraid to see what that future was. All I had to do was knock on that door but I couldn't even find the strength to lift my arms.

This was going to be harder than I thought.

I took a deep and calming breath. I slowly raised my shaking hand and knocked on the door. My mind was screaming at me that I was crazy for doing this, but in my heart I knew this was right.

I thought I was about ready to chew my arm off from waiting but then I heard the 'click' of the door handle being turned. I watched the door open and saw Johan standing there and what he was wearing, no, more like what he wasn't wearing made me flush a deep red.

There he was, standing in the door way with nothing but a towel around his waist and another towel that was on top of his head to dry his hair. (Pretend going to the door half naked is natural!) I gulped and looked up and down at his toned body. Then it hit me, I got this hot, sexy thing as my man. I never knew how lucky I was until today.

But, back to being serious about things.

"Judai? What are you doing here?"

I tried not to look at Johan so I could concentrate on what I was going to say, "I need to talk to you."

Johan was a little taken back by the sudden comment, "Um…O-Okay, come on in."

Before I walked into his house I glanced over at my mom, giving her the signal that she could leave. So she put her truck in gear and backed down the driveway and left for home.

I turned back to Johan and walked inside his house. He shut the door behind him and gave me a worried yet strange look.

"Are your parents home," I asked out of the blue.

"No, Dad's at work and Emmy went shopping."

"Oh then that will make it easier."

"Make what easier?" Johan asked, "What are you doing here anyway?"

I shrugged, "What, I can't come here to see my own boyfriend?"

"Well yeah you can't," he said, "but I just think it's weird that you just pop up here at my house without calling."

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

Johan started to give me a look that said that he was totally lost. He shook his head, "Okay then. Um…I'm going to go get dressed so you can sit down if you want."

"I want to go up in your room."

Johan gave a little blush, "Eh…well…o-okay."

Oh shit. Now he probably thinks I came over just to mess around. I blame my nerves.

"D-Do you need help up the steps?" he asked nervously.

"No," I said, walking towards the stairs, "I'll be fine."

Johan watched me in a clueless expression as I hopped my way up the stairs while hanging onto the railing. I found out that this was a better way to get up the steps than trying to take your time in trying to walk up them. When I got to the top of the stairs I headed to Johan's room with him following behind me.

I got into his room and immediately climbed into his bed. It was just so comfortable to pass up and I was just so tired I could fall asleep to air horns blowing in my ears. I was tossing and turning side to side because of how good it felt.

Johan just stood there shaking his head, "You're weird, you know that?"

I stopped rolling around and sat up on the side of my thigh, "You mean that in the most loving way right?"

Johan let out a little laugh and pulled off his towel.

I let out a yelp and covered my eyes, "Put some clothes on!"

"Who needs clothes? I'm free-balling it."

"Oh God! Just put some damn pants on!"

"Fine, fine."

I heard Johan open his closet door and start pushing hangers around, trying to find something to put on. I on the other hand really couldn't help myself, I made a little parting with my fingers so I could just take a peek of what Johan looks like naked. Don't call me a perv because you fangirls would have done the same thing! And I must say, that was the best moment of my sixteen years of life.

Johan finally found something to wear and put it on as quickly as possible while I'm shouting in my head, NO TAKE YOUR TIME!

I took my hands off my eyes to see Johan and his handsome self. He was smiling his beautiful smile at me and I couldn't help but feel sorrow knowing that his smile would soon fade when I told him why I was here. But I'm not going to ruin the moment now.

Johan had a devious look in his eyes, or maybe I'm mistaking that for lust. Whichever it was made Johan climb onto the bed and crawl slowly towards me.

I gave an awkward smile, "W-What are you doing Johan?"

Johan responded with a smirk and put his hands on both sides of my body. He was hovering over me for a few seconds before he couldn't control himself anymore and dove down to catch my lips in a passionate kiss.

I felt Johan's tongue brush against my lips asking permission to enter in my mouth. Of course I parted my lips and let him do a little exploring. He must have been longing for me as much as I longed for him because he let his tongue go all over the place, like it was the last time we'd ever kiss each other again and he wanted to make the best of it.

I didn't really put up much of a tougue fight. I just let Johan have the dominance. I actually wanted him to win so I could just enjoy the kiss. I slipped my arms around Johan's neck and pulled him closer to me, moaning into the sweet and amazing kiss.

Hearing my noise kind of got Johan excited because he parted his lips from mine, with a string of saliva still connecting us. He spared no time going to my neck, placing little butterfly kisses down my collarbone. Johan's hands were working down my body, touching and feeling under my shirt which made me arch my back slightly with a moan.

Then his hands went a little farther down.

That's when I started to panic.

Even though my eyes were open, it was like I was asleep again and my nightmares started to come back to haunt me. There was just flash after flash of Giese on top of me doing the same thing Johan is doing right now. My breath started to become sharp and my body started to go numb in fear. I watched as Giese stare down at me with those cold eyes and I screamed, swinging my fist right across his face.

As soon as I punched Giese I snapped back into reality. I gasped and looked up at Johan holding his red cheek. I felt my stomach come up to my throat, realizing what I'd just done. I watched a little drip blood run out the side of Johan's mouth. He moved his hand from his cheek to wipe off the crimson liquid from his chin. He started at the smeared line of blood on his hand in wide-eyed shock.

I moved my hand to my jaw dropped mouth, "Johan, I'm so…" my voice was in a shaky whisper.

I eyed Johan, watching his face twist into anger. He spit the remaining blood in his mouth into the trash can beside his bed. Without saying a word Johan got up from the bed and started to head out of the room.

I tried to sit up as fast as I could without hurting my tailbone. I put out my hand to reach out and stop him, "Wait! Johan, I'm sorry! I didn't know what came over me!"

Johan stopped dead in his tracks and turned on his heel to face me, "What in the Hell has been your problem lately?"

"I don't-"

"You don't call in days! I worried sick about you thinking something has happened! Then you have the audacity to come here out of the blue to talk!" Johan started to pull on his hair and pacing back and forth in frustration towards me. He did that for a few seconds before turning back at me to continue to voice his outrage, "Why all of the sudden do you want to talk, huh?! You never talked to me before about anything so why now?!"

In a matter of seconds I was sobbing so hard I was trying to catch my breath to say something.

But I didn't catch my breath in time before Johan went on another rampage, "Do you know how scared I got when you showed me those bruises? Do you know how it felt to sit outside that hospital room to hear from the doctor that you might be getting abused? I heard that from a doctor Judai! Why didn't I hear it from you?"

"I w-was…scared! I was r-really scared Johan!"

"So…it is true? You've been getting beatings?"

"Yes!" I sobbed, "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you Johan!"

Johan was silent for a long time and I didn't dare look up at him. I was afraid to see the expression on his face. I was praying that he wasn't mad and hoping to God he didn't storm out because of it. But there was only quiet. The only thing that was keeping us from the borderline to complete silence was my sobbing.

"I'm a bad person, aren't I?"

Again, Johan said nothing. That basically gave me a clear answer that he agreed with me. I don't blame him though. I've made him suffer so much by all the secrets. He's worried about me so much, it must have been so hard for him. I can't say I didn't see this coming.

I heard Johan's feet shuffle on the carpet. I closed my eyes as he walked over to me. I felt him standing in front of me, towering over me. When he didn't do anything for a few seconds I opened one eye to look up at him. Was he going to do anything?

I watched as Johan reached his arms out to me. I flinched, thinking he was going to hit me but he didn't. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him. My eyes shot open, wide and confused. He…wasn't mad?

Johan held me tight, his body shaking.

"J-Johan, are you…crying?" I asked in complete and utter shock.

Johan ran his hand through my chocolate brown hair and said sweet things to me, "My precious Judai. My angel. My everything."

Not really knowing what was going on I just rubbed Johan's back soothingly, "Don't cry Johan. Please don't cry."

"How could I not?" Johan let go of the embrace but still held onto my shoulders. He looked me straight in the eyes with his beautiful blue ones, "It hurts me to know something like this has been happening to you. I can't stand to hear that you've been suffering this much and I couldn't do anything to help."

I softly touched Johan's face, running my fingers on his cheek, "You did help me Johan. He helped me by loving me, by letting me know you were there for me no matter what. That's more important than anything."

"But I've been a complete asshole to you!"

I let out a little chuckle, "You haven't been an asshole. You've been very sweet and kind."

"Really?"

"Yes, Johan you've helped so much."

Johan gave a crooked smile, "And I didn't even know what was going on. I guess I'm just magical."

I humored him, "Yep, you're quite the magician."

I knew this was a happy moment that I didn't want to crush, but there was one more thing I had to tell Johan. I wasn't as scared as I was before about telling him what else Giese did. I felt a lot more confident that Johan would understand. Even so, it was still going to be hard to tell him. It was so uncomfortable to talk about in the first place, it didn't matter who I was telling it to. But I had made up my mind to tell Johan and by golly I'm going to do it.

"Johan," I started, "there's something else I have to tell you."

Johan's happy face dropped into a serious look once again.

I started biting on my lip like a dog biting on a chew toy. I knew I could do this but it was harder than it seemed. "Johan…I-"

Knock! Knock!

"Johan?" A female voice called. I knew right away that it belonged to Emmy. She must have just gotten back from the store, "Johan, can you help me bring in the groceries?"

"Alright! Be down in a minute!"

"Well hurry up there's a shit load of 'em!" Emmy called through the door.

"Language mother, language!"

Emmy just let out a little laugh and walked back down stairs to get the grocery bags.

Johan signed, letting go of my shoulders and stood up. He gave me an uneasy smile, "You can tell me later, okay?"

I hung my head and nodded. I didn't know how much more delays I can take. I needed to tell Johan now. I wanted to get this over with. If I keep getting interrupted and I have to wait longer, it's going to eat me up inside. I don't care if it's even a few minutes. I was about ready to burst.

Johan put out his hand to help me up and without arguing I took it in my own. With one pull I was off the bed and Johan let me go after that. I was glad that he did too because I was sick of people kissing my ass and helping me everywhere I go.

We both made our way down out of the bedroom, down the hall, then down the stairs, then across the living room, and finally after our little journey, we got into the garage. Sometimes I think it's crazy how big Johan's house is. But you get a lot of exercise.

Emmy came around the car with bags on both arms. She gave a startled gasp, but soon signed and put her hand on her chest when she saw it was only me, "God Judai, I didn't know you were here. You scared me there."

"Oh sorry," I laughed while rubbing the back of my head.

"When did you get here?" she asked, turning to Johan, "You never told me he was coming over."

I put my hands up in a defending way and started to wave them around, "No, no, I just suddenly came over here. I'm sorry for not calling or anything."

Emmy looked over at me with that charming smile of hers, "Oh well it's okay honey. You're always welcome here." She suddenly turned her attention to Johan and thrust the plastic bags in his chest, "Carry," she stated.

Johan's jaw dropped in outrage. He looked up at Emmy like she was an alien, "What? You're all nice to him and make me carry groceries? That's wrong!"

Emmy still had that smile on her face, "No it's not because he's the guest. You live here. So you carry your food into the kitchen."

Johan groaned and took the bags from Emmy. He walked into the house grumbling something to himself.

While I was off laughing at Johan, Emmy started to talk to me.

"How are you doing Judai?" she asked.

Oh how did I know she was going to ask me that? Maybe because…everyone else does! Man, the question is getting old people! "Oh I'm fine," my typical answer to that very annoying question.

"Tailbone been treating you well?"

I chuckled, "Not really. I've been taking Tylenol and icing it like I should but it doesn't seem to get any better."

"Oh well that takes time," she said and put her hand on my shoulder, "it'll go away soon enough."

I simply responded with a nod.

Emmy opened her mouth to continue talking to me but stopped when Johan came running out of the house at full speed. He came to a screeching halt, his breathing sharp from running so fast. He had the phone tightly gripped in his hand.

"Johan?" Emmy called in a worried tone, "Baby what's wrong? Who's on the phone?"

Johan looked over to me, stretching out his arm to give me the phone, "It's your mom. She sounds like she's in a panic."

Right there my stomach had dropped. My heart started to beat rapidly as I quickly took that phone from Johan. I put the phone to my ear, "Mom?" I half yelled, "Mom what's wrong?"

"J-Judai!" she cried, "Judai, I need you to call the police for me!"

My eyes widened immensely, "What?!" I shouted, "Mom, what's going on?!"

I watched as Johan and Emmy exchanged fearful glances to each other. Meanwhile, I was starting to have a panic attack on the phone. I kept screaming at my mom to tell me what was going on.

My mom made grunts like she was lifting something that weighed a ton. I kept hearing banging in the background and my mom's cries of desperation. Through the phone I could here, "Open this damn door right now!!"

I thought I was going to be sick. I knew that voice anywhere. It was Giese's.

Snapping me out of my shocked and overwhelmed state was the sound of glass breaking through the phone. My mom screamed and started to cry hysterically.

"Mom!!"

I heard Giese's voice much clearly now, which meant that he had gotten inside the house. He yelled at my mom with incredible hate in his voice, "What did you leave me Naomi?! Why did you do that to me?!"

I heard the crack of Giese knuckles hit my mom. She let out a cry and fell hard on the ground. Before I could scream for her again she apparently dropped the phone while falling and it shattered. Now all I could here over the line were several beeps.

My skin was as pale as a ghost now. My whole body trembling in fear. I needed to get home, now.

"Judai," Johan called to me, "W-What happened?"

"I need to get home," I said, "I need to get home now." Before Johan could say anything I shoved the phone in his hands and was dashing out of the garage. I heard Johan call out my name before running after me in the rain. I didn't waste my time in telling him not to follow me. I couldn't stop, I had to keep running. I ran as fast as my legs would take me, letting the rain drops smack against my skin. My tailbone sent several shocks of pain through my body but I ignored it and kept on going.

Johan kept right on following me, shouting for me to stop. But I wasn't stopping for nothing. Well maybe I did when I saw Emmy speed down the street in her car. Before I could decide whether to run away from the car or just stop, thinking she was going to pick me up, she had already caught up to me and Johan.

She rolled down the window and hollered at me through the down-pouring rain, "Get in the car! I'll drive you!"

Of course I didn't object. I got in that car quicker than a rabbit jacked up on Mountain Dew. Johan got in the backseat just as quick. We both slammed our doors shut, trying to catch our breaths and me trying to get over the immense pain I was feeling.

"C-Call the p-police," I said through breaths.

Emmy didn't ask questions, she whiped out her cellphone from her pocket and dialed 911. As she was doing that she sped off in the car towards my house.

"911 what's your emergency?"

Emmy gave me the phone since she had no idea what the problem was.

"Someone has broken into my house!"

"What is your address, sir?"

I told the woman my address and she said that the police would be there soon. But we were there sooner than they were. We rolled up to my house, I saw Giese's old car in the driveway and the front window busted in. Without waiting for Emmy and Johan I burst out of the car and went running up to my house.

When I got up on the porch to the front door it was already half knocked down. So I slammed my foot on the door and it flew open. I stepped inside, looking around at the knocked over furniture and broken glass from the window and vases. But there was no sign of Mom. There wasn't a noise.

I started to panic, thinking the worst, "Mom! Mom where are you?!"

The only response I got was a crash in the kitchen. I wouldn't call it relief but I was glad to know she was still here. I dashed to the kitchen where I prayed my mom was.

I rounded the corner into the kitchen and immediately froze. I watched in horror as Giese grabbed my mom's throat with both of his hands and shoved her against the wall. My mom started choking and clawing at Giese's arms, trying to get free.

"Stop it!!" I screamed, running towards Giese and grabbing onto his sleeve, "Let her go!! Please let her go!!" Giese didn't even look at me or at least acknowledge my presence. I glanced over at my mom, seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head. My eyes widened in fear and I gritted my teeth to prevent a scream. I started to shake Giese fiercely, "You're killing her!!"

Then for the first time he looked down at me. Seeing the tears run down my face and my scared expression made him smile with joy and laugh in amusement.

His smile was so wide it showed all of his cigarette stained teeth, "You want me to let her go? Fine, I will." And just like that Giese let go of his grip on my mom's neck and let her drop to the ground. I watched my mom hold her throat where Giese had abused it and started coughing violently. She kept heaving and hacking, trying to get the air back into her lungs.

I went to go down by my mom's side to help her but Giese grabbed my shirt collar before I could and roughly yanked me backwards. My back slammed against the wall across the room, my tailbone hit the hard wall along with my back making the pain ten times worse than it already was. I started screaming from the pain and for help.

Giese quickly covered my mouth with his clammy hand, "Quiet now and be a good boy." He gave a chuckle as his knee slid in between my legs and rubbed against my private area. I closed my eyes tight, my sharp breathes and screams muffled by Giese's hand.

He soon went after my neck and started to lick it up and down, sucking on it roughly. When Giese heard a little moan through his hand he smirked and pushed harder on my pants with his knee. "That's right," he purred in my ear, "moan for me, boy."

Hearing that almost made me sick. But what made me want to die was seeing out of the corner of my eye, Emmy and Johan standing there, their faces looking disgusted. I don't know how long they had been standing there and I don't think it mattered.

Giese had seen them too and stopped what he was doing and backed away. His face actually showed he was scared. Knowing that he had been caught not only once, but twice.

Emmy had her hand to her mouth, speechless.

"Oh my God…" Johan said, his voice starting to crack, "You sick- what were you doing to Judai?!" Johan already knew the answer he just didn't want to believe it.

I could tell Giese was panicking. He was sweating and his eyes moving all around the room. He actually was panicking more than I thought because he ran out of the kitchen so fast it would make your head spin.

"Get back here you bastard!!" Johan hollered while running after him but Emmy caught him by his shoulder in time.

"Don't!" she yelled, "It'll be fine."

"No it won't! He's getting away!"

Emmy shook her head and pointed towards the window in the kitchen. Johan gave her a weird look and slowly walked towards where she was pointing. He stood on his tip-toes to see outside the window to the driveway where there were two cop cars and an ambulance.

Johan watched as a cop tackled Giese while he was trying to run away. The cop pulled Giese's hands behind his back and cuffed them up good.

Johan stood there in awe, watching the action go down in my front yard. Even I limped over to see it happening. The cops were screaming at Giese and throwing him on the hood of the car since he was struggling so much. Good, that bastard deserves it.

Another cop and a medical worker came into the kitchen while we were occupied with watching.

"Is anyone hurt?"

I knew I was alright. I already knew my tailbone was broken so no big deal. I looked over at my mom who was laying on the ground half conscious with bruises covering her arms and legs. Finger prints on her neck where Giese had strangled her.

I watched with my dull eyes as a stretcher came in and the medical workers hoisted her body onto it. It was painful to watch as she was carried away to the ambulance. I just gripped my hands tightly on the counter, staring down at Giese being throw into the cop car.

Even if Giese is thrown in jail, it wouldn't satisfy me. He had almost killed my mother and that's something no amount of jail time could ever fix.

I felt Johan's hand on my shoulder, letting me know he was there for me.

I tightened my grip on the counter until my fingers turned white. My lip started to quiver so bad it was making my chin shake too. With my head hanging low and my bangs covering my eyes, I latched myself onto Johan and sobbed silently in his chest. Johan rubbed my back without even saying a word.

Emmy was leaning against the wall with little tears slipping from her eyes. She lifted up her white sleeve to show the goosebumps and hairs standing on her arm. I knew it was from what she had just witnessed. It frightened her to no end, only because she cared about me.

After a good ten minutes, I had finally calmed down enough to say to Johan, "At least I don't have to tell you what I was going to say earlier."

"He's done that more than once, hasn't he?" Johan asked, calm as ever.

I nodded against Johan's chest and he didn't respond after that.

Soon I heard the sirens of the ambulance as it pulled out of my driveway. I quickly turned to the window to watch it drive away, knowing my mother was inside of that horrible red and white car. But I knew Emmy and Johan would take me to go see her tomorrow since I guess I'd be staying at their house tonight.

But little did I know that moment when they took my mom away in the stretcher was the last time I could see her for a while. Because the next day a cop showed up at the Andersen household telling me Social Services had declared that Naomi Yuki as an unfit mother so I was now in temporary custody of my father.

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Kikuchan: oh BITCH!! Never saw that coming!

Judai: You wrote the story how could you not?

Kikuchan: Don't question me! I am the author…ess here! And you will BOW TO ME!!

Judai: umm no

Kikuchan: it was worth a shot I guess

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