Well, everybody. I got a review from someone who offered me a gumball if I updated. So here I am updating. (I expect my gumball, Koriku!) This story isn't prewritten AT ALL, so it'll take some labor for me to update. After this week when I get off of Spring Break, updates will be on weekdays, because I work ALL DAY on Saturday and Sunday. But it's okay. All right, I'm rambling and you're waiting for a story, so here ya go!
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IMPORTANT WARNING!!: I have to warn you guys right now in case you don't want to read past this chapter. I can't tell you what happens because it'll give the story away, but no matter what, this is NOT, I repeat, NOT yaoi, and it will NOT, I repeat, NOT get graphic. If this bothers you, I'm sorry. It sort of bothers me, too, but it's for the sake of the story. My apologies.
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Disclaimer: Y'know, I just realized. Nobody's gonna read this, or what I wrote above, because they're trying to find out what happens to Joey. But I don't own YGO, anyways.
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My jaw dropped to the floor and for a moment, I was frozen. This wasn't possible. I had to be seeing things. How could he do this ...

Joey was tied to the bed, eagle spread. His wrists and ankles were bound to the bedposts with thick ropes that weren't knotted well. He was face down, his head buried in his pillow, and his dad was behind him. Raping him.

Tears fell from my eyes and I felt my body begin to shake. They didn't see me. Neither one of them. Finally, Joey raised his head and saw me standing at the door.

"Kea, what the hell! Leave!" he yelled at me.

That's when Mr. Wheeler looked up. I could tell just by looking in his eyes that we was drunk beyond reason and that he probably wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow.

A rush of sense came over me and I grabbed the lamp that was on Joey's dresser. In a couple steps and a quick swing of the lamp, Mr. Wheeler fell over off of the bed, leaving Joey free for me to untie him.

"Bitch!" Mr. Wheeler yelled at me as he rolled around on Joey's bedroom floor, holding the side of his head.

I ignored the yelling and proceeded to untie Joey's wrists from the bed. I did this frantically, scared that Mr. Wheeler was going to get up and hit me or something. I just barely got the ropes off on his one wrist. As soon as I did, Joey moved to pull up his pants, which were hanging at his knees. I untied the other wrist when Mr. Wheeler got up off the floor, pulling up his pants.

"You stupid slut," he said to me, his words slurred because of the alcohol. "This is my business!"

"I don't care!" I screamed at him, my tears blurring my vision. I wiped my eyes and turned to untie Joey's ankles.

"Off of him!" Mr. Wheeler yelled. He grabbed me by my shoulder and turned me around so that I was facing him. I braced myself for the hit I was going to receive, but it never came. Mr. Wheeler was too drunk to even hit the right spot. He swung and missed my head by a mile. I jumped at the opportunity and pushed him with all the strength I had, sending him stumbling back and tripping over himself. I turned back around to help Joey.

I had never seen Joey like this before. He was crying so hard that I would have thought he was a baby if I didn't know better. I shook the thought out of my head and continued untying Joey's ankles, glancing back at Mr. Wheeler every couple seconds.

I got Joey untied and helped him off of the bed. The first thing he did was grab onto me to hold his balance. He couldn't walk and I knew it; his legs were like jello underneath him. I held him tight, making sure he didn't fall, as I quickly went out of Joey's room.

"Come back here, bitch!" I heard Mr. Wheeler yelling.

"Never!" I yelled through my tears. I hurried down the steps, nearly dragging Joey with me. He was very disoriented.

Next to me, Joey was crying enough to overflow the Nile River. "Joey it's okay, it's okay," I was saying as I opened his front door.

"No, no!" Joey yelled. "He never did that before! He hit me all the time but he never did that before!"

"I know, Joey, I know," I said, trying to hurry once I heard Mr. Wheeler's voice behind us.

*What are we gonna do,* I thought as we stepped onto Joey's front lawn. *I can't take him to my house, Mr. Wheeler'll just come get him.*

Then it hit me. I remembered telling my mom that I was going to take my keys with me when I dropped off Joey's jacket. Perfect.

"God, Kea, he's gonna kill me," Joey wailed, leaning most of his body weight on me.

"No he's not, nobody's gonna hurt you," I said absentmindedly. It was then that I spotted my mom's black minivan. I knew immediately what I was going to do. I began dragging Joey to the van. I took the keys out of my pocket and pressed the button to unlock the doors.

"Give me my damn son back you bitch!" I heard Mr. Wheeler scream.

I cursed under my breath, opening the passenger side of the van. I began to help Joey in when he grabbed onto my jacket and yelled, "No, no, don't leave me!"

Figuring it was better not to argue, I got in first and helped Joey follow me. I scooted into the driver's seat and laid Joey's head in my lap, stroking his hair with one hand as I started up the van with my other.

Joey was shaking violently, and still mumbling about how his dad had never done that before. He was nearly laying on me, his legs still limp and lifeless. I looked down at him with soft eyes as the van revved up.

I pulled the minivan quickly off of the street and did a dangerous U-turn so that I could face the highway. Just when I turned the van around, I saw Mr. Wheeler staggering into the middle of the street.

"You have no right to take my son!" he was screaming, waving an angry fist at me. "Give me my son back!"

When I saw him screaming like that, an image flashed before my eyes of what I saw the second I walked into Joey's room. It infuriated me, and I felt angry tears slide down my cheeks and drop onto my hands, which gripped the steering wheel tightly. I knew what I had to do.

This minivan could go from zero to sixty in five seconds. Five seconds was all I needed. Mr. Wheeler would be too drunk to get out of the way. Five seconds.

I slammed my foot down on the gas and stared at Mr. Wheeler intently as the minivan got closer and closer to running him over. The spedometer read thirty ... forty ... fifty ...

I got closer and closer to Mr. Wheeler until finally—

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GRRRRRRR!! Do you hate cliffhangers, too?? Jeez, what happened?! Did she hit Mr. Wheeler or what?!?! Gosh, I don't even know, I didn't write that far yet!!! I have to tell you guys, I'm sorry about not warning you about the rape. But that was it. I swear, this is NOT yaoi, and it won't get into anything else. This is the last of the rape. Next chapter, we'll meet Yugi and his gang when Joey and Kea decide to make an escape back to Domino City!