Chapter 29. By the way, the date is now May 19th. because... I said so. :3 and yes it is accurate if you go back to other chapters and add up the time skips. -_- it would have to be in the middle of May somewhere.

this chapter is likely to suck horribly :)


Zexion's POV

I left the car so fast I didn't even say good-bye to Xion's mother. It was too embarrassing to stay in there for much longer. I knew that Xion's mother had suspected something but I didn't realize she knew so much about what Xion and I had done. And what idiot brings it up two months later? I shouldn't have been thinking that way. Sure, no one could hear me. But calling a woman who'd always been nice to me, even when her best friend (my mother) had hated me so much, an idiot isn't exactly decent of me.

Not that I'm a decent person, sleeping with two girls I don't want to be romantically involved with before my own boyfriend is as un-decent as it gets. What else could I possibly do? The only thing would be to get someone pregnant, and Xion made it clear to me that she wasn't at least five times. Which was great, because I wouldn't be able to handle that kind of news. I'd probably steal money and go force her to get an abortion before anyone could notice. I don't like the idea of being parent anyway.

I glanced behind me to see Xion getting out of the car more slowly, with the last box. "Just put on the ground and leave." I said as she caught up with me. She scoffed, "Afraid I'll tell Demyx you're a whore?" She said it in a teasing voice, like she knew my own thoughts. But of course she would know, she knows almost everything I'm thinking. "That isn't funny." I muttered as we continued towards the house. But as soon as we got on the porch the door opened and a dog ran out. It scared Xion and I so much we dropped the boxes.

It was barking and jumping, wagging its tail, staring up at us. And this, is why I don't like animals. I thought as I started to pick the boxes up again, all the while trying to avoid getting my face licked off. "Sorry, I didn't know she was near the door," I heard Demyx's mother say nonchalantly. "It's fine." I sighed, unable to get angry at the overly happy woman. She was after all letting me live in her house, when she knew I had my own I was already living in.

"It's the cutest thing I've seen!" Xion squealed, scratching behind the small dog's ear. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I couldn't. It'd be too rude. The dog, Jade, began rolling over for Xion, her tongue sliding onto the porch as she did so. That dog was such an attention whore. Beats being an actual whore, doesn't it? I tried to ignore my thoughts, even though they were loud and annoying and true. "So, do you want to take those to the guest room? I thought there would be more..." Demyx's mother said with a smile.

I nodded shortly before nudging the third box away from Xion, "Goodbye, Xion." I wanted her to leave. Xion stopped to give me an angry look before getting up and leaving, the dog still rolling on the porch. "Is something wrong with you two?" Demyx's parents might have acted joyful and oblivious to the world around them, but they weren't stupid. They probably knew a lot more than they tried to make everyone believe. But I shook my head in denial, "No, she just really has to be somewhere. She wasn't even supposed to help me get these boxes." Oh, lying, it's just too simple.

"Well, Demyx is showering right now, so, do you want anything to eat?" And so she was back to the oblivious and cheerful woman again. I shook my head, "I'll just wait for Demyx to get out of the shower first." I said and started to walk towards the stairs. I really didn't want to deal with Demyx or his parents, right now, actually. I was still a bit stirred up from what Xion's mother had said in the car, and what my own mother did earlier.

Leaving the third box in the hallway, I continued towards what would now be my room. Demyx had complained when his parents had said I wasn't allowed to share a room with him, but there were obvious reasons why. Demyx's parents, Julia and Frank, always trusted Demyx with relationships and thought he would be responsible enough to deal with at least me as his first relationship. But that all must have changed when he got Melody knocked up. They probably even got angry with him.

Unprotected sex isn't exactly responsible, now is it? Not that two guys having sex would cause something nearly as bad as pregnancy. Thank goodness... I'm glad women have to do almost all the work when it comes to reproducing. Unless you're a seahorse anyway. Then I heard more barking as Jade ran up the stairs with lightning speed and began jumping and barking down the hall. I told Demyx tons of times, that I was sure his dog was retarded. But I think most pets are retarded anyway, so he ignored that.

"You're one hyper animal." I sighed, patting the dog on the head a few times before opening the guest room door. And it was such a small room, surprisingly, compared to the one I'd lived in for fifteen years or so of my life. But I couldn't really complain about it. I'd take Harry Potter's room under the stairs before living another day in that miserable, horrible memory filled house. I could point out every spot on the floor and wall where my mother's cleaning supplies saved the house from my blood splattering around from a beating.

"Don't think about being beaten half to death while begging for it stop, it's just depressing." I said to my reflection in the tiny mirror on the wall. But no matter how many times I tried to push the memories of screaming and crying and whimpering in pain after or during a beating, the memories just came back, more vivid each time. Broken bones, bruised skin, gashes and black eyes... Oh they were just too real to forget. I didn't have any scars left over from those beatings, the only ones I had now were from my own self-inflicted wounds.

But how could I forget which 3 of my ribs my father had broken when I told him about a news story of a kid calling the cops on a family member for being abusive. I was trying to threaten him, by showing that I could easily dial a phone number and he could go to jail for a very long time. How long did I cry that time? I don't think I ever brought up something like that again until they healed... I thought, rubbing my hand over my ribs as if they still hurt.

Now all sorts of horrible beatings were replaying in my head, and all I could do was take it. What's worse? My thoughts raced through my head, Being beaten to a pulp and begging for it to end, or remembering it and not being able to stop it?

I kicked off my shoes and put the boxes on a chair, walking over to my new bed and collapsing on it. Sleep would be nice, but it was noon. I'd never fall asleep... But I had to try anyway, right? I closed my eyes and began to bury myself under lots of blankets. Maybe if I got hot enough I'd fall asleep.

(hours later)

And eventually I did fall asleep, because I was waking up to an annoying barking sound. "Stop barking..." I mumbled as I violently started to kick away the covers. I was sweating like crazy. "Stop barking." I repeated, glaring at the white, barking menace. But it just kept barking, like there was no tomorrow. "Stop fucking barking you dumb dog!" I shouted, throwing a pillow at it, and then another. The dog whimpered and she ran away.

Then Demyx walked in, looking back at Jade running off, "Look, I know you don't like her, but... if my mom ever thinks you're making Jade feel depressed-" "Well sorry." I cut in, lying back down and turning to look at the window. I shouldn't have been so rude to either Jade or Demyx, but I was frustrated. And who wouldn't be? Who wants to be waken up by a stupid dog barking at you?

"I was so excited to have you move in, but apparently you liked it better with that horrible abusive woman you still haven't called the police on yet!" Demyx sounded almost as annoyed as I was. Great, I'm just making everyone upset today. But I didn't have anything to say. I wasn't going to apologize again, I didn't want to explain why I was so upset in the first place. Those horrible stupid memories, driving me up a wall. Before I woke up I was having this horrible nightmare that my mother hadn't divorced my original father, and I was still getting beatings.

Lucky for me I was starting to forget what actually happened in that dream. Not that I wanted to, anyway. "Demyx, I'm just tired..." I sighed, knowing that he'd probably forgive me in the next 2 minutes anyway. Because he's too much of an idiot to argue with you all the time, stupid. Again, with the degrading thoughts.

Just as I suspected, after a few moments I felt movement on the bed and realized Demyx was on the bed with me. "You're always tired..." Demyx complained, his voice just as sweet and forgiving as always after I'd do something offensive. But how sweet and forgiving would he be, after he found out just how much I'd been doing when I wasn't with him? He'll forgive you, won't he? He wouldn't actually despise you, like you would despise him if he had been the one being a slut behind your back. Yeah, because that's realistic.

"Ohhh boys!- Oh..." Demyx's mother had once again 'accidentally' walked in at the perfectly wrong time. I just buried my face into the mattress and held back an annoyed sigh. But Demyx wasn't so reluctant to act. "Oh come on! Do you have cameras in the house or something? Why do you always have to do that? Do I have to put a sign on every door saying to knock first? Gosh mom it's like you don't want me to have a love life!" Demyx ranted, getting off the bed.

I sat up and once again had to restrain a sigh, "Demyx, the door was like, half open. You can't get mad at your mom all the time for this." And I was sure Demyx would pout and whine later that I said that, but for now he was still upset with his mother. Oh his poor mom, she probably, half the time she did walk in on us, not really know what we would be doing. But it was quite clear she knew very well what was going on before opening the door fully.

In fact, she faked another sad expression and turned around to leave, "You're right, I'm just ruining your life. Making sure all of your relationships turn out badly... But you can't blame me for always checking in on you," She turned around, with a more serious face on, "After all, you've given me and your father more than enough reason not to trust you behind closed doors." And then she closed the door behind her.

Now Demyx looked fairly upset. And not the stupid upset that he gets whenever someone ignores him, either. "Demyx-" "That's all they care about anymore!" He cut me off, looking at me with that upset look on his face. I couldn't stand it when he looked at me like that. It made me feel like I'd done something wrong. And I did do something, he just didn't know about it yet.

Demyx made his way back onto the large bed, Which could certainly be useful..., and continued, "Ever since Melody got pregnant that's all they've cared about! Have you seen my mom when she's mad?" Truthfully I hadn't seen Demyx's mother actually 'mad'. The most upset she ever got, was when Demyx and I had broken three windows and a lamp one day when arguing about stupid things about a month ago. And even then I couldn't say she was 'mad'. More like, worried.

I'd seen Demyx's father mad, he got mad over the lamp and the three windows... He got mad for lots of things. But he was still just like his wife, and didn't get too upset over the average thing most parents would be mad about. Or maybe I just think that because my original parents were abusive with me at such a young age I couldn't remember exactly what it was they used to get mad about before I'd told them I thought boys were cuter than girls. It's not like you knew anyway, you were eight.

"She told me she was disappointed in me, Zexion! She was actually yelling at me when I told her about it! And don't even get started on my dad, I thought I was going to lose my hearing! And, and they criticized me and kept saying how much I'd 'let them down'! That they didn't think I was 'that type of person' to be so irresponsible! They didn't even act like it was Melody's fault at all!" Part of me just kind of wanted to yell at him for being such a whiny brat. When his parents beat him half to death, then maybe I'd be a bit more understanding...

"It's not like it was entirely my fault! She should have told me to use a condom or she should have been on birth control or something! Every time Melody would come over they'd walk by my door, which they said I had to keep open, all the time! And if I went to her house, they'd still look at me like I'm a huge failure! Do you have any idea how.. how upsetting it is to have them not trust me? It's so stupid! And how is it fair that they still don't trust me? It's not like you can get pregnant! What are they afraid of, you giving me herpes or something-" "I do not have herpes!" I scoffed.

Demyx groaned in annoyance, "Yeah no duh, that's my whole point! I'm not sick, you're not sick, we wouldn't even need condoms anyway!" I shook my head again, "I am not having sex without a condom on." And then an awkward, embarrassing silence settled into the room. After a few moments, Demyx looked at me like he was offended, "Well why the hell not?"

I was shocked. I had no idea Demyx would use swear words and be so offended just because our skin would be not even a millimeter apart if we ever had sex! How immature could he be? I rolled my eyes and laughed, "Oh I should have known you'd get pissy over something like this!" And I started to move to the opposite side of the bed. Demyx was almost baffled now. "What's that supposed to mean, huh? That you think that I think I'm too good to use protection?"

All I did was laugh and nod again. Demyx hated that. "Well then I guess that means you think you're too good to have sex without a condom, then, huh?" And I laughed again, turning to glare at him, "No, I'm just not a fucking idiot like you. Like some stupid latex is going to make much of a difference. Oh wait, you probably never realized how thin condoms were, right?" I taunted back, knowing that it would just make the situation worse.

Demyx scooted closer to me, "Who's the one who buys condoms for themselves when they don't even have the nerve to touch themselves? Oh right, you." Now I was offended. Why would he bring something like that up? "Well excuse me, I wouldn't need to touch myself in the first place if someone hadn't dated a girl for three years without breaking up with their old boyfriend! You sexually confused, stupid, whiny dumbass! Boo hoo, you're parents were upset with you for knocking a girl up. Boo hoo, I'm not screwing you all the time like Melody would. Boo hoo! Go cry me a fucking river, build a bridge, and do everyone a favor; Get, the fuck, over it."

And then another long and awkward silence. I was still glaring at Demyx, but Demyx looked shocked and unable to process what I just said. "...What did you just say to me?" He muttered, looking more sad than angry now. Oh great, he's going to make you feel bad now. I scoffed and turned away, "You heard what I said," And I looked at him again, "You're life is so easy, and you complain about what's wrong with it. You seem to forget that it's me who had abusive parents and rarely complained to you at all about it. And you also forget that it's you who lost faith in me so easily as to go out with some bitch just because you figured I wouldn't be back."

Has anyone ever seen a more sad, lonely looking face before? The thought made me laugh, and then I felt bad. I sighed and started to get closer to Demyx. But by the time he'd figured out what I was doing we were already kissing.

(Sorry folks, no sex yet between Demyx and Zexion)

Demyx was way too impatient to get his hands all over me in the first place, like he would rather argue than make out with me for a few hours. Sympathy sex, sympathy sex... No, I couldn't think like that. Not with Demyx already 'accidentally' slipping a finger or two around one of the belt loops in my pants. He was almost as straight forward about what he wanted as Melody. No surprise there, she had three fucking years to make him a stupid slave to her own needs and-

My thoughts had been broken when Demyx had quite violently gripped my legs and dragged me a few inches closer to the foot of the bed. "You've got to be under-weight if I could do that so easily," I heard him mutter before getting on top of me and continuing the whole making out business. Why did he have to be so good at this? Sure I'd had my own sexually, irresistibly, forceful and... Oh yeah, forceful moments with Demyx, but if someone was keeping score I'm sure Demyx would be about 50 moments past me.

And for some reason, Demyx had mastered the art of holding his breath for way too fucking long. "I can't, mph, breathe damnit!" I growled in between Demyx's desperate attempts to keep our lips together. But he stopped for a minute, and looked at me like I had just said a funny joke. I resisted glaring, "What? You think it's funny-" "I think it's hilarious." Demyx chuckled and then smashed his lips onto mine again.

He didn't have to be such a cocky bastard every time we fooled around with each other... He wouldn't be if you just screwed him already and then he'd stop treating you like a poor helpless virgin. Oh but only if he knew... "Ow-," I groaned shortly, regretting letting Demyx dominate me once again, because he kneed me in the crotch like always. The filthy little pervert. Of course it was on purpose! Who the hell jabs their partner with their knee 'by accident'?

I heard muffled snickering as Demyx continued to let his hands roam. "Knock it off-" I groaned, half regretting this decision. But Demyx only gave the most innocent yet mischievous look ever as he broke away from the heated kissing, "It's not like I was planning on, oh, say, having sex with you. Not that I would since you'd prefer 'protection' from my invisible 'diseases'. But..." And the innocent part, vanished. I guess I should have been more turned on than scared, but that look was just... Sexy? Intimidating? Hot? Well, yes, yes, and yes... But it was still not very pleasing.

"What are you planning then, if you're too upset about the fact I don't my ass full of your-" Demyx cut me off with a laugh, "So you're saying I'd top?" NO! Well probably... You fucking whimp... "S-say it louder why don't you? So your mom can come in here and get all pissy with you again!" I scoffed, feeling embarrassed that he'd even brought that up. Well you implied it...

"Sooo, you aren't denying I'd be on top?" Demyx actually looked excited. I shook my head, annoyed with his eagerness, "No Demyx, I'm not denying it but I'm not supporting it either, okay? Don't orgasm just thinking about it either-" "Why not?" And there was that look again. And that oddly seductive and frightening voice. You're turned on, just accept the fact and screw him already. My thoughts were just so horrible. Not that Demyx would have thought differently...

But to stop Demyx from saying something else about sexual positioning, I put my arm around his neck and yanked him forward for a kiss. He was mumbling something, probably trying to say something about sex, but I didn't really care. For a while I let his tongue do whatever it wanted, but that got very boring very quickly, and pushed my tongue forward instead. And I usually hated leading the kiss. I couldn't really get past the fact we were both putting out tongues wherever each other's mouths have been. And I know Demyx doesn't brush his teeth every day.

So far, so good, I was succesfully running my tongue all over the inside of Demyx's mouth without thinking about what could've actually been there. Then I heard a slow zipping sound. I could only guess was the sound was of an unzipping. Since Demyx was distracted it was easy to stop the kiss and push him back a little, "What the hell are you doing, Demyx?" I growled, slapping his hand away from my pants. Demyx wasn't even remotely offended though, he just laughed, "What does it look like, Zexy?"

"Oh my god, enough with that already! I really do hate that stupid pet name you-... Stop it with that look." Demyx once again was giving me that rapist stare. And, I guess he could 'rape' me if he wanted to... But it isn't rape if I enjoy it, right? That's why only women report rapes, because if girl raped a guy, why would that guy complain? Girls are just whiny sluts anyway. I mean, Demyx is way more attractive than Xion and Melody. I mean, Xion's like a sister to me and Melody is my actual cousin. And Demyx is just hot, and he isn't related to me in any way, and he's always been so nice to me. Even if he's now looking at me like he wants to force me to strip so he could screw me-

My thoughts kind of faded into a blabbering mess. I was too busy making out with Demyx while at the same time getting a handjob. Which was... worth feeling sexually violated. I would never flat out tell Demyx to do anything sexual at all with me, I let him do all that mind-reading for me. I was even starting to forget why we'd been arguing earlier. Or why I'd always felt paranoid. Why the hell weren't we having sex? Sex would feel way better than this mediocre handjob crap.

And then I thought about it, and had realized at just the wrong time to mutter someone's name as I'd just mad a mess of Demyx's hand and pants. And the name was not Demyx's.


Okay I lied. This story might just end at 35 chapters instead of 31! XD I got some new ideas... But hey, this story was planned to end at 20 chapters! XD SO BE FUCKING THANKFUL... And I totally MURDERED the intimate scene... Sorry, I was just too focused on getting Zexion's piss poor attitude across. (Like you haven't done that already, in like very fucking chapter Mrs. This-story-isn't-going-to-have-zexion-as-emo-I-hope...)