Father of mine; 4
A/N! im sorry this is in so many chapters peoples! i always said i hated multiple chapters but im just posting as i come up with it.

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Dib winced as his foot met the ground once more. The contact sent a spark of pain surging from his foot across to his stomach. He must hide, he must find some sort of a shelter. The school? No, that was too obvious and much too far away.
On any other day, if his insides didn't feel like they were about to split open and bleed in several places, he could have made it to the school in no time.
Why not take the bus? He could sit down...rest for a second....
NO! He must not make any spectacle of himself. His father knew people, and those "people" were very well trained in finding things.....
No one must see him....So where could he go? Where was the last place anyone would think to look??

Dib fell to his knees, crying out in pain. A cramp ripped through him, springing involuntary tears. Dot danced in front of his eyes.
He chuckled at the show, and the word "polka" flashed in his mind.

He could go no further, standing up brought the world spinning around him and walking brought stabbing pain into his hips and back and stomach. He crawled to the first house he came to.

Zim's house.

His enemy, his HATED enemy...he would get no help or sympathy here...
Despair loomed inside him as he flung his fist against the door and begged Zim to here him.....another bang and door slowly crept open. Dib couldnt keep his balance anymore and fell forward.
He braced himself for whatever Zim would do with him; he was not in control here....

Never in control....

Shame ripped through his soul as he begged Zim to help him, to not turn him away. And, to his infinite surprise, Dib felt himself be lifted and carried to a cushiony soft couch.

Maybe....Zim.....blanket.....? He was confused. But so tired...he'd rest for a minute or two....then figure all this out.....

Feeling like the single most worthless lifeform on Earth, Dib let his eyes close.
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"Dib.."

A soft voice called to him from outside of his soft warm place.

"Dib..."

He didn't want to come out of his soft warm place.

"You need to eat something, c'mon wake up now."

"WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!" Squealed another voice and he winced, his ears hurting. Cracked open his eyes he saw....ZIM standing over him! Zim? But what.....
And then it all came back to him. His father.....the humiliation..... THE PAIN!
He panicked and bolted upright, hoping to get to the door. Zim was in on this with his father! They were both out to kill him......

He didn't even make it off the couch when Zim caught him. "Hey! Stop it! I just got done bandaging you up, you make all the cuts start bleeding again! I've had just enough of looking at human blood thank you!" Zim's arms went around him and held him. His back was againt the aliens shirt, and his arms were pinned to his sides.

"NOOO!" He screamed in the loudest voice he could; which was really only a hoarse scratching noise.
"GET OFF ME! Let me GO! Lemme go....." But the arms held tight, with more strength than he would have given Zim credit for. He was trapped....They were going to kill him. He slumped back against Zim, panting in exhaustion. It was hopeless. Nobody wanted him. Nobody wanted him alive, he was hated...

He felt a soft touch on the side of his head and realized it was Zims hand. Warm fingers ran down his head..it felt nice... Zim was saying something to him in a low, calm voice but he couldnt make out what was said. The soothing touches trailed over his ear and through his hair.
Relaxing against his captors gentle ministrations, Dib wondered if Zim really wanted him dead...if so why did he help him.....?

His hair felt messy and greasy...he should take a shower soon....

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dont worry, dibby will be ok. :)