Always Room For One More! Chap 3
BW~WOHOO! GO ME!!! I just got to the page, and checked reviews. And I had ONE! THE FIRST ONE FEELS GREAT, BUDDY!
Yami~ Um, Trio, thanks for the..... uh hang on...... o yeah, 50,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 candy canes... did i get that right? Anyways, Li is on a little sugar high from about half of em so uh... Yugi and I will be doing the rest.
BW *in backround*~ GO ME! UH OH! WOHOO! WHO RULZ! LI RULZ! O YEAH!!!!!
Yugi & Yami~ *bbiiiiiiiiig sweatdrop* Yeah.... right... anyways, Mistress Winter does not own Yugioh, blah blah blah....... you get the idea. On with da story!!!
/Yami to Hikari/
\Hikari to Yami\
'basic thoughts'
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My POV (still)
"Dad! Hey!" My voice shook a bit. He had heard them. He heard them accuse him and mom of beating me. He heard it all.
"Hey, pumpkin, I got a call from your teacher. She said you were sick. I figured you needed a ride home, and here I am." He looked at my friends. "So, these your friends?" That smile. He gave them 'The Smile.' The one that people give others that indicates nothing is wrong... when everything is nothing BUT wrong.
'Leave them outta this you sicko. They didn't do anything. It was my fault. I didn't hide it well enough.' I was ready to pound the crap out of him if even so much as laid a finger on my friends. But I just said, "Yeah, these are my buds."
"Great! Maybe you kids can come over sometime!" The smile. God banish that friggin smile.
Joey was giving Dad the death glare he gives people he's about to do serious damage to. Tristan too. Tea was just doing that touch-my-friend-and-get-a-serious-cussing-out look, and I've never heard Tea use curse words. Yugi... well Yugi looked like he was gonna bite Dad's head off. And Bakura... jeez, I don't want to remember it. It was too evil looking. But they would stand up for me... the first time anyone had stood up for me...
Dad sensed the tension and grabbed my arm. Maybe a little harder than he meant to. Maybe not. "Well, pum'kin, let's go!" He said cheerfully and almost broke my arm considering how hard he was holding it as he dragged me to the car. Hopefully, he wasn't that mad. 'Yeah right,' I told myself. 'Better make sure I've got pain killers...'
Dad opened the side door and threw me in. He didn't care I hit my head on the roof. Just that I was a lousy good-for-nothing. "Little good-for-nothing!" (What'd I tell ya?) "Get in!"
The whole ride home was silent. I would have personally liked it better if he would just beat me and get it over with. He kept glaring at the car in front of us, who was going unimaginably slow, like he was trying to figure out how long it would take him to burn it to a crisp with his eyes.
I looked at him. I looked at the car. Him. The car. Him. Car. Gulp. I was gonna die. I KNEW I was gonna die. I was gripping the armrest and the door like I was hanging on for dear life. I guess I kinda was.
"You know..." He spoke. Good Lord, he spoke. 'I'm gonna get it,' I thought. "Your friends are pretty nice. Nosey, but nice."
'Good Lord, what's he going to do to them?' I stared at the car. Pleading for it to go slower. To delay the time between now and the pain.
"But you had to go and tell. After your mom and I told you not to. You BETRAYED us! How dare you you little brat!" His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. 'Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.... God help me...'
"Just wait 'till your mom and I have a little talk with you." The car finally turned, and since there were no other cars in front of us, we blasted away at high speed. No where near the speed limit. Probably three times it. I didn't care. I wouldn't need to in an hour... two at most. It would all be over.
It seemed like five seconds later, we pulled up in front of our huge house, big enough to be an apartment building, small enough to not provide enough hiding places. "Get out," he grumbled. I clambered out of the seat and in the door so he wouldn't hit me for not following directions, too.
It seemed like it took him forever to come inside. When he finally did, he pushed me to the floor and said, "Wait here." I just sat there. Too scared to move. To scared to cry. To scared to run.
"TIKARII!" He yelled. His yell echoed throughout the house, and my mom came down the stairs. She passed me and went into the kitchen with dad, giving me an evil glare as she passed.
I heard whispering from the kitchen. Surely they were discussing how to get rid of me. Without moving, I cought shreds of the conversation.
"But, Terry, we can just put her in the basement for a while! She hates it down there...."
I could hear the swig of a bottle... 'Great. It reeeeaaalyyyyy helps the bind I'm in that he's drinking...'
"Tika, I don't give a care! A good beating never hurts... it'll just put her back in her place where she belongs!"
I heard a chari scraping on the floor, and footsteps. 'Here they come,' I thought. I don't know what happened. But I suddenly had a spasm in my legs and I jolted up. Dashing up the stairs, I was hoping to find refuge. Dad spotted me half way up.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?! I told you to stay there!" He threw a half empty beer bottle at me. And isn't it just my luck, he's an excellent thrower? The bottle hit me right on my jaw under my ear, sending me sidewyas into the wall. My face, covered in beer and glass, bloody, and stinging, was the only thing hurt. So far. I sprang back up, but not quick enough, because I felt my dad grab my ankle. "Little brat! Stay still!" He tried to whip me with a belt, but it didn't hit me. He tried again, and he missed. I was still trying to run, but hadn't gotten anywhere. The third time's a charm, apparently, because he hit me straight across my back, paralyzing me in pain for a few seconds. Sensing my weakness, he eased his grip a bit. That chance was all I needed.
I took off up the stairs and barely made it to my room, locking the door. I backed up against the far wall, listening to my dad rant and rave from the other side of the piece of wood that seperated us.
"Little... who's idea was it to put a door here?!" 'Great, he's drunker than I thought.' "Damn door... Tikarii! Fetch me the crowbar will ya ya lousy wife!"
I realized that I could get out of my window. I could get out of here. Where would I go? It didn't matter, as long as I got out. I packed a few clothes, a book (my fave... Salem's Lot by Stephen King) and some tennis shoes... a brush and some money. 'Is that it?' Ideas were running around in my mind so frantically, I had no clue what I was doing and where I was going.
Suddenly, the door splintered. Dad had gotten the crowbar, and rammed it into the door with a lot of force. Another hit or two and I would have to be gone. I opened my window, saw it had been raining for about five minutes, and climbed into the big oak tree outside it. 'God I love trees,' I thought, and jumped the rest of the way down. Landing on my left arm, I heard a crack or two and a searing pain jolted through my left wrist and ribcage. I wasn't breathing well, so I probably cracked some ribs. I didn't care. I had to leave. NOW.
I was halfway down the street when I heard my dad scream. Not a scream of agony, but a scream of anger. He had gotten into my room and seen I was gone. Moments later, he bursted out of the front door and was heading for me. With the little strength I had left, I ran. As hard and as fast as my legs would carry me, I ran. Finally, I realized where I was going. The Turtle Game Shop. I would be safe there.
Ten minutes later, I stopped, huffing and puffing, in front of the Game Shop. Soaked to the bone from rain and about to pass out from exhaustion, I entered. The little bell tinkled, and Grandpa came to the front desk. "How may I help you?" When he took a good look at me, he called for Yugi.
Yugi came running in, and his Yami, who like all of them, has the power to create a 'false form' also came running in.
"Good God, Li, what happened?!" Yugi said.
I looked at him... and fell forward into darkness.
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Everyone~ *dead silence*
Bw~ WOHOO! GO ME! UH OH!!!!! YEAH! I RULE!
Everyone~ *facefault*
Yugi~Ok, no more candy canes! *grabs the only ones left... which was about five...*
BW~ *EVIL GLARE* *PULLS A MALLET OUT OF NOWHERE* *CAPS LOCK STUCK* *DAMN CAPS* *CHASES YUGI AROUND TILL HE GIVES UP*
Yugi~ AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
~*~*~HAlf hour later~*~*~
Yugi~ *getting hoarse* AAAAhhhh.... ah...... oh forget it *gives up candy canes*
*candy canes melted for being held so tight for a half hour*
BW~ WWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! *runs off crying*
Yami~ Aibou, it's ok!!! *runs after Li*
Yugi~ Guess...... it's up to me... *ahem* In the next chapter: Finally, someone's POV other than Li's! Will Grandpa, Yami and I be able to hide Li from her Dad who finally catches up with her? READ ON TO FIND OUT MORE!!!!! *goes to look for Li* *sticks head back in doorway* By the way... how 'bout reviewing? And a few more candy canes wouldn't hurt! *disappears again*
BW~WOHOO! GO ME!!! I just got to the page, and checked reviews. And I had ONE! THE FIRST ONE FEELS GREAT, BUDDY!
Yami~ Um, Trio, thanks for the..... uh hang on...... o yeah, 50,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 candy canes... did i get that right? Anyways, Li is on a little sugar high from about half of em so uh... Yugi and I will be doing the rest.
BW *in backround*~ GO ME! UH OH! WOHOO! WHO RULZ! LI RULZ! O YEAH!!!!!
Yugi & Yami~ *bbiiiiiiiiig sweatdrop* Yeah.... right... anyways, Mistress Winter does not own Yugioh, blah blah blah....... you get the idea. On with da story!!!
/Yami to Hikari/
\Hikari to Yami\
'basic thoughts'
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My POV (still)
"Dad! Hey!" My voice shook a bit. He had heard them. He heard them accuse him and mom of beating me. He heard it all.
"Hey, pumpkin, I got a call from your teacher. She said you were sick. I figured you needed a ride home, and here I am." He looked at my friends. "So, these your friends?" That smile. He gave them 'The Smile.' The one that people give others that indicates nothing is wrong... when everything is nothing BUT wrong.
'Leave them outta this you sicko. They didn't do anything. It was my fault. I didn't hide it well enough.' I was ready to pound the crap out of him if even so much as laid a finger on my friends. But I just said, "Yeah, these are my buds."
"Great! Maybe you kids can come over sometime!" The smile. God banish that friggin smile.
Joey was giving Dad the death glare he gives people he's about to do serious damage to. Tristan too. Tea was just doing that touch-my-friend-and-get-a-serious-cussing-out look, and I've never heard Tea use curse words. Yugi... well Yugi looked like he was gonna bite Dad's head off. And Bakura... jeez, I don't want to remember it. It was too evil looking. But they would stand up for me... the first time anyone had stood up for me...
Dad sensed the tension and grabbed my arm. Maybe a little harder than he meant to. Maybe not. "Well, pum'kin, let's go!" He said cheerfully and almost broke my arm considering how hard he was holding it as he dragged me to the car. Hopefully, he wasn't that mad. 'Yeah right,' I told myself. 'Better make sure I've got pain killers...'
Dad opened the side door and threw me in. He didn't care I hit my head on the roof. Just that I was a lousy good-for-nothing. "Little good-for-nothing!" (What'd I tell ya?) "Get in!"
The whole ride home was silent. I would have personally liked it better if he would just beat me and get it over with. He kept glaring at the car in front of us, who was going unimaginably slow, like he was trying to figure out how long it would take him to burn it to a crisp with his eyes.
I looked at him. I looked at the car. Him. The car. Him. Car. Gulp. I was gonna die. I KNEW I was gonna die. I was gripping the armrest and the door like I was hanging on for dear life. I guess I kinda was.
"You know..." He spoke. Good Lord, he spoke. 'I'm gonna get it,' I thought. "Your friends are pretty nice. Nosey, but nice."
'Good Lord, what's he going to do to them?' I stared at the car. Pleading for it to go slower. To delay the time between now and the pain.
"But you had to go and tell. After your mom and I told you not to. You BETRAYED us! How dare you you little brat!" His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. 'Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.... God help me...'
"Just wait 'till your mom and I have a little talk with you." The car finally turned, and since there were no other cars in front of us, we blasted away at high speed. No where near the speed limit. Probably three times it. I didn't care. I wouldn't need to in an hour... two at most. It would all be over.
It seemed like five seconds later, we pulled up in front of our huge house, big enough to be an apartment building, small enough to not provide enough hiding places. "Get out," he grumbled. I clambered out of the seat and in the door so he wouldn't hit me for not following directions, too.
It seemed like it took him forever to come inside. When he finally did, he pushed me to the floor and said, "Wait here." I just sat there. Too scared to move. To scared to cry. To scared to run.
"TIKARII!" He yelled. His yell echoed throughout the house, and my mom came down the stairs. She passed me and went into the kitchen with dad, giving me an evil glare as she passed.
I heard whispering from the kitchen. Surely they were discussing how to get rid of me. Without moving, I cought shreds of the conversation.
"But, Terry, we can just put her in the basement for a while! She hates it down there...."
I could hear the swig of a bottle... 'Great. It reeeeaaalyyyyy helps the bind I'm in that he's drinking...'
"Tika, I don't give a care! A good beating never hurts... it'll just put her back in her place where she belongs!"
I heard a chari scraping on the floor, and footsteps. 'Here they come,' I thought. I don't know what happened. But I suddenly had a spasm in my legs and I jolted up. Dashing up the stairs, I was hoping to find refuge. Dad spotted me half way up.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?! I told you to stay there!" He threw a half empty beer bottle at me. And isn't it just my luck, he's an excellent thrower? The bottle hit me right on my jaw under my ear, sending me sidewyas into the wall. My face, covered in beer and glass, bloody, and stinging, was the only thing hurt. So far. I sprang back up, but not quick enough, because I felt my dad grab my ankle. "Little brat! Stay still!" He tried to whip me with a belt, but it didn't hit me. He tried again, and he missed. I was still trying to run, but hadn't gotten anywhere. The third time's a charm, apparently, because he hit me straight across my back, paralyzing me in pain for a few seconds. Sensing my weakness, he eased his grip a bit. That chance was all I needed.
I took off up the stairs and barely made it to my room, locking the door. I backed up against the far wall, listening to my dad rant and rave from the other side of the piece of wood that seperated us.
"Little... who's idea was it to put a door here?!" 'Great, he's drunker than I thought.' "Damn door... Tikarii! Fetch me the crowbar will ya ya lousy wife!"
I realized that I could get out of my window. I could get out of here. Where would I go? It didn't matter, as long as I got out. I packed a few clothes, a book (my fave... Salem's Lot by Stephen King) and some tennis shoes... a brush and some money. 'Is that it?' Ideas were running around in my mind so frantically, I had no clue what I was doing and where I was going.
Suddenly, the door splintered. Dad had gotten the crowbar, and rammed it into the door with a lot of force. Another hit or two and I would have to be gone. I opened my window, saw it had been raining for about five minutes, and climbed into the big oak tree outside it. 'God I love trees,' I thought, and jumped the rest of the way down. Landing on my left arm, I heard a crack or two and a searing pain jolted through my left wrist and ribcage. I wasn't breathing well, so I probably cracked some ribs. I didn't care. I had to leave. NOW.
I was halfway down the street when I heard my dad scream. Not a scream of agony, but a scream of anger. He had gotten into my room and seen I was gone. Moments later, he bursted out of the front door and was heading for me. With the little strength I had left, I ran. As hard and as fast as my legs would carry me, I ran. Finally, I realized where I was going. The Turtle Game Shop. I would be safe there.
Ten minutes later, I stopped, huffing and puffing, in front of the Game Shop. Soaked to the bone from rain and about to pass out from exhaustion, I entered. The little bell tinkled, and Grandpa came to the front desk. "How may I help you?" When he took a good look at me, he called for Yugi.
Yugi came running in, and his Yami, who like all of them, has the power to create a 'false form' also came running in.
"Good God, Li, what happened?!" Yugi said.
I looked at him... and fell forward into darkness.
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Everyone~ *dead silence*
Bw~ WOHOO! GO ME! UH OH!!!!! YEAH! I RULE!
Everyone~ *facefault*
Yugi~Ok, no more candy canes! *grabs the only ones left... which was about five...*
BW~ *EVIL GLARE* *PULLS A MALLET OUT OF NOWHERE* *CAPS LOCK STUCK* *DAMN CAPS* *CHASES YUGI AROUND TILL HE GIVES UP*
Yugi~ AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
~*~*~HAlf hour later~*~*~
Yugi~ *getting hoarse* AAAAhhhh.... ah...... oh forget it *gives up candy canes*
*candy canes melted for being held so tight for a half hour*
BW~ WWWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! *runs off crying*
Yami~ Aibou, it's ok!!! *runs after Li*
Yugi~ Guess...... it's up to me... *ahem* In the next chapter: Finally, someone's POV other than Li's! Will Grandpa, Yami and I be able to hide Li from her Dad who finally catches up with her? READ ON TO FIND OUT MORE!!!!! *goes to look for Li* *sticks head back in doorway* By the way... how 'bout reviewing? And a few more candy canes wouldn't hurt! *disappears again*