ELP: Yep, this does have a second chapter.
Sammy: ELP doesn't own digimon, or anything, for that matter.
ELP: Yeah.
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Ken woke up slowly. He snapped back into reality when he remembered what went on the in the night.He climbed out of his bunk bed.
Wormmon awoke, and followed Ken after he had dressed.Ken pulled open the door and gasped. His mother was huddled in a corner,
sobbing, and was surrounded by broken glass. The room was totaled, as far as Ken could see.His mom looked up at him. Her eyes were
red and she had a bruise on her face.Her lip was split.Ken ran over and kneeled down beside her, tending to her wound. She sat there,
silent, already knowing that it would be useless. Ken always did this when his father hit her. But he always pushed away when he hit him.
Almost like he was covering the pain with pity and anger.Ken cleaned the wound in a sickening silence. He was getting sick of this.His dad
would yell, I'm Leaving! And come back drunk, and start hitting his mother. He didn't want his father to leave, he needed him. But this was
getting to his already short temper.He didn't know if his emotions could take this much longer. And then his pysical side would take over.
And then his father would overpower him and crush his spirits by hitting him harder and more. Amazing what anger and beer does to you.
" Mom,please, if he does this again, hit back.Please, or call the cops.Please, I can't take this anymore. My anger is getting the best of me,
and I'm pretty sure you don't like the fact of getting beaten all the time." She nodded,to shocked to speak. He smiled a bit. He stood up and
helped her to her feet. He grabbed the broom and swept away the glass, making a safe path for her.She walked as if in a trance to her
room. She layed down in the bed and immediatly fell asleep.Ken sighed and continued sweeping the floor. When he was done, the room
looked like there was never a fight, except for the blood stains on the walls. Ken sighed and grabbed a cloth and wet it, then scrubbed the
walls down, the blood staining the rag. He was done in about 5 minutes. Then, in burst his father, angry as a bull. He took one glance at Ken
and anger flashed through his face and stayed there.
" What are you doing boy?" He growled. Ken flinched. In Ken language, that ment, I'm about to beat you into a pulp. Ken gulped.
" T-There was red stuff on the wall, a-and glass on the floor, so I cleaned it up." He stuttered out.Ken put the rag away and slowly made his
way into his mom's room.
" Where do you think you're going?" His father asked, advancing slowly. Ken was in the doorway of her room.
" Away from you!" He yelled. He jumped into the room and locked the door. Wormmon was aleady in there. Ken grabbed the bookshelf,and
his newly awoken mother helped him tip it over and push it infront of the door. He took some shelves down and shoved them onto the
tipped over book shelf. He ran to the window.There was a fire escape under their window.
" Mom! There's a fire escape under here! We can get out!" He wispered. She nodded and pulled on a coat. She used a scarf to cover the wound.
It was winter. Luckily, Ken had slipped on a heavy sweater over his yellow shirt. Wormmon sprung a strong web down to the bottom.Ken
helped his mother to get on the line. She slid down fast onto the ladder and climbed down to the ground. Wormmon slid down with speed, right
to the ground, even. Ken slid down and reached the ground as soon as his father managed to break down the door. He grabbed his mothers
arm and yanked her out of the ally.He pulled her all the way to the police station, stopping infront of it.
" Listen mom, either we go in there, and get the hell out of this mess, or we get hurt the rest of our lives.You choose." He said stiffly, supressing
pain.His mother slowly led him into the police station. He was glad she chose to get the hell out, and he was also glad that they got away.Maybe
the critizem won't be that bad on T.V, or his friends might not be mad about him not telling him.Whatever the price to pay, he was going to stop
this now.They walked up to the assisting desk.
" Hello. What would you like?" The lady at the desk said.Ken's mom faultered for a second. Ken helped her out in that way.
" Ummm....We have a domestic problem. Who can you direct us to?" Ken asked strongely. The lady looked at his mom and then at him.
" Alright. Just go down the hall and up the stairs, then turn right. Ms. Crowely will help you from that point out." Ken nodded. He and his mom
gloomily walked down the hall, up the stairs, and turned right.{ Yes, I do mean Ms.Crowely, like Ozzy Osborne's song, Mr.Crowely.}A lady in a black
shirt and pants was sitting at the desk. They walked up to her.
" Ummm...This is the domestic violence area, right?" Ken asked. Ms.Crowely nodded.Ken's mom shifted a little.
" Yes. This is it.Do you have a problem?" She asked.Ken nodded.
" Yes." He stated simply. Everyone knew about digimon, so Wormmon was okay to be on Ken's shoulder.Ms.Crowely nodded.
" Please. Procede into the office. Mr.Denton will be waiting. He'll help you." She smiled sweetly and pointed to the door.Ken smiled a little and
walked with his mother into the oversized room. Sitting at a desk was a guy in a trench coat. He had a pair of sunglasses on his face and a black
bullet proof vest underneath. His black slacks and boots finished of the look.
" Hello. My name is J.C Denton. What is the trouble here?" He asked. Ken sighed and took a seat. His mother did the same, still silent.
"He's not here. He's at home raging. My father." Ken said, bowing his head down.
" So, he hit you both?" J.C asked. Ken sighed. His mother finally spoke up.
" Many times. He didn't hit Ken this time, but he did hit me. It's been like this since Sam died, our other son." Ken was glad that she was talking.
" And, you never came here before?"He asked.She nodded.J.C sighed. This was always different.
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ELP: Heh.Wow.
Sammy: R&R.
Sammy: ELP doesn't own digimon, or anything, for that matter.
ELP: Yeah.
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Ken woke up slowly. He snapped back into reality when he remembered what went on the in the night.He climbed out of his bunk bed.
Wormmon awoke, and followed Ken after he had dressed.Ken pulled open the door and gasped. His mother was huddled in a corner,
sobbing, and was surrounded by broken glass. The room was totaled, as far as Ken could see.His mom looked up at him. Her eyes were
red and she had a bruise on her face.Her lip was split.Ken ran over and kneeled down beside her, tending to her wound. She sat there,
silent, already knowing that it would be useless. Ken always did this when his father hit her. But he always pushed away when he hit him.
Almost like he was covering the pain with pity and anger.Ken cleaned the wound in a sickening silence. He was getting sick of this.His dad
would yell, I'm Leaving! And come back drunk, and start hitting his mother. He didn't want his father to leave, he needed him. But this was
getting to his already short temper.He didn't know if his emotions could take this much longer. And then his pysical side would take over.
And then his father would overpower him and crush his spirits by hitting him harder and more. Amazing what anger and beer does to you.
" Mom,please, if he does this again, hit back.Please, or call the cops.Please, I can't take this anymore. My anger is getting the best of me,
and I'm pretty sure you don't like the fact of getting beaten all the time." She nodded,to shocked to speak. He smiled a bit. He stood up and
helped her to her feet. He grabbed the broom and swept away the glass, making a safe path for her.She walked as if in a trance to her
room. She layed down in the bed and immediatly fell asleep.Ken sighed and continued sweeping the floor. When he was done, the room
looked like there was never a fight, except for the blood stains on the walls. Ken sighed and grabbed a cloth and wet it, then scrubbed the
walls down, the blood staining the rag. He was done in about 5 minutes. Then, in burst his father, angry as a bull. He took one glance at Ken
and anger flashed through his face and stayed there.
" What are you doing boy?" He growled. Ken flinched. In Ken language, that ment, I'm about to beat you into a pulp. Ken gulped.
" T-There was red stuff on the wall, a-and glass on the floor, so I cleaned it up." He stuttered out.Ken put the rag away and slowly made his
way into his mom's room.
" Where do you think you're going?" His father asked, advancing slowly. Ken was in the doorway of her room.
" Away from you!" He yelled. He jumped into the room and locked the door. Wormmon was aleady in there. Ken grabbed the bookshelf,and
his newly awoken mother helped him tip it over and push it infront of the door. He took some shelves down and shoved them onto the
tipped over book shelf. He ran to the window.There was a fire escape under their window.
" Mom! There's a fire escape under here! We can get out!" He wispered. She nodded and pulled on a coat. She used a scarf to cover the wound.
It was winter. Luckily, Ken had slipped on a heavy sweater over his yellow shirt. Wormmon sprung a strong web down to the bottom.Ken
helped his mother to get on the line. She slid down fast onto the ladder and climbed down to the ground. Wormmon slid down with speed, right
to the ground, even. Ken slid down and reached the ground as soon as his father managed to break down the door. He grabbed his mothers
arm and yanked her out of the ally.He pulled her all the way to the police station, stopping infront of it.
" Listen mom, either we go in there, and get the hell out of this mess, or we get hurt the rest of our lives.You choose." He said stiffly, supressing
pain.His mother slowly led him into the police station. He was glad she chose to get the hell out, and he was also glad that they got away.Maybe
the critizem won't be that bad on T.V, or his friends might not be mad about him not telling him.Whatever the price to pay, he was going to stop
this now.They walked up to the assisting desk.
" Hello. What would you like?" The lady at the desk said.Ken's mom faultered for a second. Ken helped her out in that way.
" Ummm....We have a domestic problem. Who can you direct us to?" Ken asked strongely. The lady looked at his mom and then at him.
" Alright. Just go down the hall and up the stairs, then turn right. Ms. Crowely will help you from that point out." Ken nodded. He and his mom
gloomily walked down the hall, up the stairs, and turned right.{ Yes, I do mean Ms.Crowely, like Ozzy Osborne's song, Mr.Crowely.}A lady in a black
shirt and pants was sitting at the desk. They walked up to her.
" Ummm...This is the domestic violence area, right?" Ken asked. Ms.Crowely nodded.Ken's mom shifted a little.
" Yes. This is it.Do you have a problem?" She asked.Ken nodded.
" Yes." He stated simply. Everyone knew about digimon, so Wormmon was okay to be on Ken's shoulder.Ms.Crowely nodded.
" Please. Procede into the office. Mr.Denton will be waiting. He'll help you." She smiled sweetly and pointed to the door.Ken smiled a little and
walked with his mother into the oversized room. Sitting at a desk was a guy in a trench coat. He had a pair of sunglasses on his face and a black
bullet proof vest underneath. His black slacks and boots finished of the look.
" Hello. My name is J.C Denton. What is the trouble here?" He asked. Ken sighed and took a seat. His mother did the same, still silent.
"He's not here. He's at home raging. My father." Ken said, bowing his head down.
" So, he hit you both?" J.C asked. Ken sighed. His mother finally spoke up.
" Many times. He didn't hit Ken this time, but he did hit me. It's been like this since Sam died, our other son." Ken was glad that she was talking.
" And, you never came here before?"He asked.She nodded.J.C sighed. This was always different.
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ELP: Heh.Wow.
Sammy: R&R.