Hey everybody! This is the second instilment of "I'm with you" by me ^__^. This story is yaoi or shounen ai which means guys liking guys. So if that don't float your boat then don't read it. This chapter also has in it abuse. Sorry everybody but someone's going to get the crap beat out of them. I really need to stop listening to that music of mine -_-;. So go and read my story please if you do I'll love you all, platonically that is.

Disclaimer: I'm not the owner but I sure as hell wish I was.

I'm with you

By: Firefly

Chapter two Numb

I've

Become so numb

I can't feel you there

~~~~~ Linkin Parks "Numb"

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Ryou's pov

I finally went home. Well, another hour later that is. It felt like I just couldn't move no matter how much I knew that I needed to go, but I did eventually. I figured that I would have to clean up after Bakura when I went home and that might be just a little hard to do if I had pneumonia.

I open the door. I don't think that he's home yet since its pitch black inside. " Where have you been?" asks a drunken voice from the shadows. I guess I was wrong. " I went to the café tonight", I replied while I turned on the living room lights. " YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TO FIX MY FUCKIN SUPPER!" he roars at me. I have to keep my cool and show him that I'm not afraid of him anymore. " Maybe if you went to the café you could have gotten something there", I replied calmly on the out side, but on the inside I was shaking. " Maybe I should teach you a lesson the hmm? To remind you whose the boss around here", he said with a dangerous glint in his eyes and a malicious smirk on his face. As soon as he said those words to me a spark of terror ran down my spine. Gods help me. He lunged at me before I could jump out of the way. You would think that I would have a better chance against him since he was drunk, but the truth is it makes him more powerful, makes him do things he would never do when he was sober.

He punched me in the face over and over, two times in each eye, and once in the nose and lip. I tried to get away, but he punched me in the ribs. I have taken so many of these beatings that I'm surprise I can still feel the pain. "Stand up!" he yells at me. I try to do what he wants, knowing the faster it goes the sooner it will be over, but I can't get my legs to lift me up. So instead of waiting, he forcefully yanks me up to stand. Sometimes I wonder if he even remembers doing this to me. After every time, in the morning, he'll tend to my wounds and promises that he'll never do it again, yet he keeps breaking those promises over and over.

He kicks me in the leg. "CRACK", sounded as I fall to the ground. "You will NEVER be late again, do you understand?" he asks as he bends down and grabs my hair. I did what I think is a nod. I don't know if it is but either way he says, "Good". He stands up and goes up the stairs to his room. I, on the other hand, am not as lucky and sink into blissful darkness.

Hey there! I told you this would happen didn't I? Well r+r please!