AN: This AN is for Runa216. My life is not like this. Hope this puts u at a little bit

of ease.

That night I went back to the construction site. It didn't look like any explosion had

happened. No matter. I looked around anyway. I went to the place where the ship

was. I started to search out the area. I started at where I remembered the ship to be.

And started searching in a circular pattern slowly going outward.

It toke me about an hour and a half but I finally found it. It wasn't big. It was

probably only 5 cm in width and 6 in length. I knew it had to be part of the

spaceship. It just had to be.

I was sharp. Really sharp. I was afraid to touch it. I didn't want it to cut me. Who

knows what kind of alien diseases are one it. I ripped a part of my shirt off and

rapped it up. I found what I was looking for. Now to go back home.

On the way home I passed the school and remembered what I heard Tobias saying. I

had to go there. That was the bottom of it. Tomorrow night I would sneak back out

and go to the school.

* * *

When I got home last night I got another beating. Not that bad this time. Only a

couple of facial bruises. My mom stopped it before he could do anything really bad.

I don't think I can live through another beating. It was so brutal.

I put the spaceship piece in my floor and then snuck out to the school.

Perfect timing. The people that were at the construction site were just arriving.

Tobias wasn't there though. Odd enough a bird seemed to follow them.

They entered the school and I followed 2 minutes behind them. I followed them

really quietly until they got to the janitors closet. They all went in.

When I looked into the closet they were gone. I entered. There must have been a

secret entrance. I started randomly pulling and pushing different things. Finally I got

it. Don't really know what it was.

I wall opened up to a great big underground walkway that seemed to go to a huge

cavern underneath the city. There were horrific screams coming from the entrance.

I walked down and saw them. They were hiding behind a building. All of a sudden

Tobias was there with them. They were talking amongst each other. They all got in

positions and started to change. Horrifically change. Their skin melted and shifted.

Their bones cracked and rearanged. I almost barfed. I ran back up the stairs.

When I got up to the top I heard more screaming and shouting. Not the wailing I

heard before. But screams of pain. I had to get out of that hell hole. I ran all the way

home. Not even thinking what could've happened.

I completely forgot about my father until I walked in the door. Amazingly he wasn't

there waiting for me. I might've come home one day without having a beating. I

walked quietly up the stairs skipping the 5th squeaky stair. I got up to my room and

there my dad was looking under my floor.

"So you thought you could hide this from me?" He said wiping his belt out.

"Don't you dare hit me with that!" I yelled

"Oh, so you've decided to grow some balls, eh?" he chuckled.

I stayed silent. Didn't know what to say. He whipped his belt at me. With lightning

fast reflexes, I didn't even know I had, I grabbed it. I tugged at attempting to pull it

away from him. It didn't work. He tugged back and threw me across the ground. He

walked over to me and stamped down on my stomach. It felt like I had broken some

bones.

He went back to looking in the floor. He went in then came out with some of my

weed. Threw it at me. "Are these your video games?" he went back to looking. He

threw my hand lotion at me. "I though you had your gay lil' pal David* for this." he

went back in. There was only one more thing in there. The spaceship piece. "Ow"

he came up. His finger was bleeding. Must have cut on the spaceship piece. "Damn,

nails."

He knew nothing. I would've probably have laughed if it didn't hurt to laugh.

He bent down right in my face. "Listen, here you sick freak. I don't care what you

do from now on. You know that tight security. It over with. But, if just once you

annoy me again I'll kill you. That means coming home past 4:00 p.m. or smoking

your weed. Or masturbating. Or anything! Your social life ends here and if you try

to keep it alive your life will end."

I was pissed. He took away everything under punishment of death. There had to be

a law against this. I really didn't care if he killed me. He would go to jail and I

would finally free of him. I got a lougy in my mouth and spat it right in his eyes.

His face went pitch red. "That's it boy! Your dead!"

He jumped on me. Lay right over me. The belt was gone and his was there. He

grabbed my head and started pounding it. 7 maybe 8 punches square in the face. I

have learned to take pain from the constant beatings since I was 7. He picked my

limp body up. I couldn't move I was in so much pain. He slammed me on the

ground. He kicked me in the side again. There goes a few more ribs. He grabbed my

neck and picked me up.

He brought me close to his face and said through closed teeth. "You ever do that

again. I will finish the job." then he spat in my face. And threw me on the ground

with my narcotics. He left and slammed the door.

I grabbed a joint and a lighter. I lit it up and started to smoke. I needed it bad. I

needed to get distracted. Somehow. Someway.

It felt so good. I could barely even feel the sores and broken bones. I managed to sit

up and smoke. It was so refreshing. Until he came in again.

"I thought I said no smoking." he said under breath.

He grabbed it from me and threw it away. He picked me up and sat me on the bed. I

was either to high or in too much pain or a combination of both to really put up a

fight.

"I said I wouldn't stand for it." he pulled a knife out a grabbed my hand. "No you

will pay." he started to slice at my right index finger. The pain hurt so much. I

screamed so loud. I didn't think he would actually do this. Ahhhhhhhhh. It took him

at least 15 minutes of slow painful sawing to cut off my finger. He was doing it slow

on purpose. I knew it. I heard it thud to the ground. My now dead finger. I was lost

without it. Like a ghost finger was still there.

"And the next time you try to pull something like that it will be something even

more valuable to you and David." he looked down and smirked.

"Fuck you." I said really quietly. I wanted him to hear but just couldn't too much

pain.

"What did you say?"

"FUCK YOU!" I yelled.

"Oh that's it." he cut my pants open. Didn't even try to undue them. Ripped my

boxers off. I was helpless too. I couldn't move. Too much pain. He put the knife to

the end of it. Where the staff met my body. "This is going to hurt a lot." he smirked.

He slowly began to saw at it. It was ten times worse than the finger. I had to

something. Couldn't lose this. But what?

I the only thing I though I could do. I kicked him right in the balls. He backed off

then. He cursed something under his breath. Too low for me to hear. He walked

away holding himself. I was too dazed at what just happened to do much of

anything. I just laid down with my bleeding dick and bleeding finger ands slept.

AN: as of last chapter I introduced a Danny, that Danny was supposed to be David.

I juts forgot his name for a while. So Danny is really David.