My Shadow In The Dark
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
In Weevil's P.O.V
Warnings: Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Slight Language, Slight Depression and Religious Consent.
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I felt like I was gonna swallow my heart. His back was bare to me, revealing old scars, like stripes down his back in every direction, and even new ones, with dried, deep blood.
I could feel the sweat building on my brow. These were just like the ones me and Weira had on our back. From the bastard pushing us down the stairs of our old house, of him throwing glass bottles at us, grabbing his belt and beating us until we had welts on our skin.
It sent chills up my spine just seeing it. I wanted to hug him and comfort him like I did with Weira; but this wasn't the same. Rex was older than me, and at least Rex's parents had decent jobs, and played their parts.
Not like my Father at all. The friggin' president of Japan could walk in, and he'd be sitting on the couch, chugging beers and throwing them at the wall.
I jumped at my own memories of being stricken with one f the beer bottles and cried out weakly, pausing as Rex turned back to me, pulling his shirt on. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"Now you know," His voice was low, and almost cracking, as if he were prepared to crack. I slowly lowered my head, ashamed of myself.
Why didn't I believe? Oh yeah, I'd met Rex's parents. I didn't think it could happen to him...Not the way they were so hospitable to me.
"You-You could tell Mr. Mutou. And you could stay here; with me and Weira and Yugi. You deserve better than that, Rex, I know you do."
"But...How? I can't exactly say 'Mr. Mutou, my parents have been beating me, help.' Plus, if I tell, they'll probably get out of jail soon, too, and then they'll come after me. Not just me, but everyone in this house!"
"Rex! You can tell Mr. Mutou, he'll believe you. Mr. Mutou's really nice, and so is Yugi, plus, if you run away and get hurt or sick, no one'll be there to help you! You've gotta believe me Rex, Mr. Mutou is your only adequate way away from your parents if they're treating you like this! They won't come after you, you'll be safe here. Mr. Mutou can home school you like he home schools me."
Rex just sat, his head lowered to him, staring at his socks unnatentively. "It's just four more years, Weev, I can duke out four more years."
"That's what I thought," My voice was cracking now. Memories of my Father began to gnaw at my conscience.
"My Mother had died when I was eight, and it's been four years since then. Nothing got better; thing just got worse. That, and I only had one parent beating on me; him. Sometimes I couldn't take it, I would've rather been living in a box at a train station than living with him. I didn't have anyone I can turn to at times, I would ignore what you used to tell me to do, and I'd put up with it. I know this must be sounding really speechy right now, but you know it's right. And I don't want you to get hurt like I used to, not being able to walk for weeks."
He stared at me for a long time, and an awkward silence passed by. Why...Why wasn't he saying anything? He seemed frozen in fear. After a while, his jaw dropped, and he pointed at the doorway in disbelief.
Slowly turning my head to face the doorway, I found myself locking gazes with the purple-eyed teen, who looked determined, but also, sympathetic. Slowly stepping up from my bed, I reached out at him, nervously. "Yugi, no, don't-"
Before I even finished my sentence, Yugi was shooting down the stairs, going as fast as he could.
Rex stood from the bed, his eyes shaking violently with fear. "He won't...Will he?"
From downstairs, we could hear a yelled slur of words. Followed by a gasp, which was followed by two pairs of footsteps, coming up the stairs.
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I sat on the bench next to Rex, who was curled up in a little ball. I felt so guilty...And so bad. He had been crying his whole way here, and now that we were finally in the Police Station, he'd calmed down, but he looked as if he were trying to shrink away.
He looked like he was sick; his nose was really red, his eyes were bloodshot, and had blick rings around them. He looked miserable; I don't think I've ever felt so bad in my entire life. Not even when my Mother died.
I understand why, though. When my Mother died, I wasn't there to see her pain. I never knew if she died painfully, or painlessly. With Rex I can kinda tell he's dieing emotionally and mentally...I know he's scared, and I know it's for the best, but I'm starting to feel sick myself...
"Rex....Forgive me, this is all my fault."
He looked at me with empty, lifeless eyes, that twitched at my words. His knees were pulled up to his chest; his arms hugging his knees, and his head miserably lieing on his knees, staring at me. "Nani?"
"If I had believe you, nothing would have come to this; it's all my fault."
"Weevil," He sniffled, and wiped a couple tears away from his eyes with his sleeves. "You were just being a good friend; thas' all. It's not your fault."
"No, Rex, it is-"
"Weevil." He looked at me sternly, his eyebrows furrowed. "Repeat after me. It is not my fault."
"It is not my fault," I murmured. Yeah, that's what I used to say. It reminded me of what I had been saying to myself before I bumped into Rex.
'It's not my fault.'
Always 'It's not my fault.' Those were my magic words, I repeat them to myself again and agan, but you know, the magic never worked.
I felt really bad now. I couldn't help it...I couldn't help it. I felt like a beetle underneath someone's shoe, about to be squashed. Helpless.
My head shot up as the entrance opened, and two persons walked in, causing Rex to crawl away from the edge of the bench, more towards me. It was...His Mother and Father.
His Mother's hair was in a ponytail, that was sloppily falling off from fighting the officer, dried blood under her nose. Rex's Father had a hat on, shading over his eyes, and he was wabbling unsteadily. I couldn't believe it. The parents' of my friend's who I had once looked up to...Criminals?
I felt my breathe catch in my throat as they pushed them to a door directly infront of us. One of the officer's signaled Rex to follow, and he hesitantly got up. I followed slowly, and the both of us headed towards the door.
The officer stopped us infront of the door, telling me that it was just for him. I turned to him and nodded. "Go on in, Rex. I'll be waiting for you...When you come out."
He nodded and hugged me quickly, which in all honesty, kind of surprised me. He nodded and sniffled, walking into the door. The officer shut the door behind him, and I stood there, infront of the close door.
I stood there...For what seemed like forever. There was a familiar scream from the inside. It couldn't have been...Rex's?
Pulling the door open, I dashed inside, pausing as I found myself quivering at the sight. "Holy-"
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Rika: HOW COULD I LEAVE YOU WITH THAT CLIFFIE?! I'M HORRIBLE! I SHOULD BE STONED AND MURDERED!
Rex: -.-; Yes. You should. Rin-Chan and Kathy-Sama are going to kill you. Probably Silvana-San, too.
Rika: YOU'RE RIGHT! OKAY, *POKES CAPS and let's it go* Better. Okay then. Review Q&A!
Kathy - Arigatou, Kathy-Sama. Your Baku you wish. *Cough* o_o; Anyways...Yeah, Arigatou. Rex's "Perfect" Family. *Ficcie is covered in stickers* KATHY! . People need to read it, y'know. XD.
Weevil: Kathy-Sama, forgive Rika. She's an idiot. Plus, she's trying to steal Ryou from you.
Rika: SHHHH! OKAY! Next review.
Rin - Rex Plushies. Teehee. ^^ Kawaii-Ness, I know. Especially to you. XD Well, now you know what's on Rexy's back. Stripes! I mean, scars! Well, time to kill them. XD You're welcome for the plushie, Rin-Chan. Glad you enjoyed them. ^^
Well, I better get going. I gotta start on that fic before you people hurt me. /)_(\ Ja all! And review, pweeeeeeease! ^-^
-"Weevil," He sniffled, and wiped a couple tears away from his eyes with his sleeves. "You were just being a good friend; thas' all. It's not your fault."-
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
In Weevil's P.O.V
Warnings: Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Slight Language, Slight Depression and Religious Consent.
~
I felt like I was gonna swallow my heart. His back was bare to me, revealing old scars, like stripes down his back in every direction, and even new ones, with dried, deep blood.
I could feel the sweat building on my brow. These were just like the ones me and Weira had on our back. From the bastard pushing us down the stairs of our old house, of him throwing glass bottles at us, grabbing his belt and beating us until we had welts on our skin.
It sent chills up my spine just seeing it. I wanted to hug him and comfort him like I did with Weira; but this wasn't the same. Rex was older than me, and at least Rex's parents had decent jobs, and played their parts.
Not like my Father at all. The friggin' president of Japan could walk in, and he'd be sitting on the couch, chugging beers and throwing them at the wall.
I jumped at my own memories of being stricken with one f the beer bottles and cried out weakly, pausing as Rex turned back to me, pulling his shirt on. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"Now you know," His voice was low, and almost cracking, as if he were prepared to crack. I slowly lowered my head, ashamed of myself.
Why didn't I believe? Oh yeah, I'd met Rex's parents. I didn't think it could happen to him...Not the way they were so hospitable to me.
"You-You could tell Mr. Mutou. And you could stay here; with me and Weira and Yugi. You deserve better than that, Rex, I know you do."
"But...How? I can't exactly say 'Mr. Mutou, my parents have been beating me, help.' Plus, if I tell, they'll probably get out of jail soon, too, and then they'll come after me. Not just me, but everyone in this house!"
"Rex! You can tell Mr. Mutou, he'll believe you. Mr. Mutou's really nice, and so is Yugi, plus, if you run away and get hurt or sick, no one'll be there to help you! You've gotta believe me Rex, Mr. Mutou is your only adequate way away from your parents if they're treating you like this! They won't come after you, you'll be safe here. Mr. Mutou can home school you like he home schools me."
Rex just sat, his head lowered to him, staring at his socks unnatentively. "It's just four more years, Weev, I can duke out four more years."
"That's what I thought," My voice was cracking now. Memories of my Father began to gnaw at my conscience.
"My Mother had died when I was eight, and it's been four years since then. Nothing got better; thing just got worse. That, and I only had one parent beating on me; him. Sometimes I couldn't take it, I would've rather been living in a box at a train station than living with him. I didn't have anyone I can turn to at times, I would ignore what you used to tell me to do, and I'd put up with it. I know this must be sounding really speechy right now, but you know it's right. And I don't want you to get hurt like I used to, not being able to walk for weeks."
He stared at me for a long time, and an awkward silence passed by. Why...Why wasn't he saying anything? He seemed frozen in fear. After a while, his jaw dropped, and he pointed at the doorway in disbelief.
Slowly turning my head to face the doorway, I found myself locking gazes with the purple-eyed teen, who looked determined, but also, sympathetic. Slowly stepping up from my bed, I reached out at him, nervously. "Yugi, no, don't-"
Before I even finished my sentence, Yugi was shooting down the stairs, going as fast as he could.
Rex stood from the bed, his eyes shaking violently with fear. "He won't...Will he?"
From downstairs, we could hear a yelled slur of words. Followed by a gasp, which was followed by two pairs of footsteps, coming up the stairs.
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I sat on the bench next to Rex, who was curled up in a little ball. I felt so guilty...And so bad. He had been crying his whole way here, and now that we were finally in the Police Station, he'd calmed down, but he looked as if he were trying to shrink away.
He looked like he was sick; his nose was really red, his eyes were bloodshot, and had blick rings around them. He looked miserable; I don't think I've ever felt so bad in my entire life. Not even when my Mother died.
I understand why, though. When my Mother died, I wasn't there to see her pain. I never knew if she died painfully, or painlessly. With Rex I can kinda tell he's dieing emotionally and mentally...I know he's scared, and I know it's for the best, but I'm starting to feel sick myself...
"Rex....Forgive me, this is all my fault."
He looked at me with empty, lifeless eyes, that twitched at my words. His knees were pulled up to his chest; his arms hugging his knees, and his head miserably lieing on his knees, staring at me. "Nani?"
"If I had believe you, nothing would have come to this; it's all my fault."
"Weevil," He sniffled, and wiped a couple tears away from his eyes with his sleeves. "You were just being a good friend; thas' all. It's not your fault."
"No, Rex, it is-"
"Weevil." He looked at me sternly, his eyebrows furrowed. "Repeat after me. It is not my fault."
"It is not my fault," I murmured. Yeah, that's what I used to say. It reminded me of what I had been saying to myself before I bumped into Rex.
'It's not my fault.'
Always 'It's not my fault.' Those were my magic words, I repeat them to myself again and agan, but you know, the magic never worked.
I felt really bad now. I couldn't help it...I couldn't help it. I felt like a beetle underneath someone's shoe, about to be squashed. Helpless.
My head shot up as the entrance opened, and two persons walked in, causing Rex to crawl away from the edge of the bench, more towards me. It was...His Mother and Father.
His Mother's hair was in a ponytail, that was sloppily falling off from fighting the officer, dried blood under her nose. Rex's Father had a hat on, shading over his eyes, and he was wabbling unsteadily. I couldn't believe it. The parents' of my friend's who I had once looked up to...Criminals?
I felt my breathe catch in my throat as they pushed them to a door directly infront of us. One of the officer's signaled Rex to follow, and he hesitantly got up. I followed slowly, and the both of us headed towards the door.
The officer stopped us infront of the door, telling me that it was just for him. I turned to him and nodded. "Go on in, Rex. I'll be waiting for you...When you come out."
He nodded and hugged me quickly, which in all honesty, kind of surprised me. He nodded and sniffled, walking into the door. The officer shut the door behind him, and I stood there, infront of the close door.
I stood there...For what seemed like forever. There was a familiar scream from the inside. It couldn't have been...Rex's?
Pulling the door open, I dashed inside, pausing as I found myself quivering at the sight. "Holy-"
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Rika: HOW COULD I LEAVE YOU WITH THAT CLIFFIE?! I'M HORRIBLE! I SHOULD BE STONED AND MURDERED!
Rex: -.-; Yes. You should. Rin-Chan and Kathy-Sama are going to kill you. Probably Silvana-San, too.
Rika: YOU'RE RIGHT! OKAY, *POKES CAPS and let's it go* Better. Okay then. Review Q&A!
Kathy - Arigatou, Kathy-Sama. Your Baku you wish. *Cough* o_o; Anyways...Yeah, Arigatou. Rex's "Perfect" Family. *Ficcie is covered in stickers* KATHY! . People need to read it, y'know. XD.
Weevil: Kathy-Sama, forgive Rika. She's an idiot. Plus, she's trying to steal Ryou from you.
Rika: SHHHH! OKAY! Next review.
Rin - Rex Plushies. Teehee. ^^ Kawaii-Ness, I know. Especially to you. XD Well, now you know what's on Rexy's back. Stripes! I mean, scars! Well, time to kill them. XD You're welcome for the plushie, Rin-Chan. Glad you enjoyed them. ^^
Well, I better get going. I gotta start on that fic before you people hurt me. /)_(\ Ja all! And review, pweeeeeeease! ^-^
-"Weevil," He sniffled, and wiped a couple tears away from his eyes with his sleeves. "You were just being a good friend; thas' all. It's not your fault."-