Science of Attraction 17
IceAngelDarkMoon
Hello all, I'm SO SORRY about this being 4 months late, I won't bore you with all that happened, but if you want to know I think I'll type it all up down at the bottom. This is the second to last chapter, and I promise there won't be this big of a break between the two. Again I'm REALLY sorry! IADM
#######Warning there will be shonen-ai in this story. Also there is a lot of abuse in these last few chapters, if you can't stomach it, please leave now. Also if you or someone you know are going through anything like this please go get help, if not for yourselves but for those that actually do love you, please realize it's not your fault. Everyone deserves the right to be happy and safe! Thanks IADM#########
"F…F…Father…what are you doing home?" Joey asked as he saw the man sitting in front of him like an ominous raven. Joey hated himself for letting his voice stutter.
"I should be asking you much the same question now shouldn't I?" His father asked calmly, too calmly. Joey realized it almost as if in a dream, as if he were really not there at all but just observing what was happening; his father was not drunk, his father was completely in control of himself. This made Joey very uneasy, when his father wasn't drunk it was a very dangerous thing. Joey decided to hold to his story no matter what. He would not let his father trick the truth out of him; it was no longer just himself he had to protect but Seto as well. If his father found out he would deal with Joey first and then go after Seto, and Joey could not let that happen. Joey could feel the dinner he had had with Seto like a weight in his stomach, and threatening to return the way it came.
"What do you mean sir?" Joey asked remembering in time to put the title in there. He didn't want to upset his father if he didn't know anything and was just playing mind games. He could not let him know about what had really been going on. He saw a flash in his father's eye very akin to rage but it passed too fast for him to be sure.
"Maybe you should start with where you went after school today?" His father was definitely playing at something and Joey didn't like it. This was not how this night was supposed to go not at all. Joey decided to stick with what he had told his father in his note that morning.
"I told you sir; I was staying after school today to play soccer with some friends." Joey started then paused to see how aware of things his father really was. He was right that his father would notice; his father interrupted him viciously.
"Stupid maggot, it's a frikin' thunder storm out there. You expect me to believe that?" Although still seated, Joey could see the anger starting to take over his father's features.
"As I was going to say sir, that's what I intended to stay after for but because of the rain we cancelled the game. After that I went over to a friend's house. That's where I was sir." Joey answered, feeling it was enough of the truth that there was no way his father could figure out he was lying a little. Joey was almost surprised when he saw his father calmly rise to his feet and come towards Joey; it wasn't until the last second Joey saw the fist coming at his face, by then it was too late. The fist connected with his jaw sending lighting pain all through his jaw and creating the start of a headache for him. The force of the blow knocked him to the floor. Out of habit to avoid retaliation Joey stayed where he was, looking up, at his father wondering where he made his mistake.
From his loftier stance his father began to speak, "You know you're very lucky to have a father like me you know? Do you want me to tell you why?" His father didn't even really look at him, but Joey couldn't have answered him anyway, the only sign he had heard were his eyes growing wide in his head. Going on his father said, "When I saw the rain today I said to myself, there is no way my boy is going to have a soccer game. Being the wonderful father I am, I decide why not go pick him up after school and take him out for some father-son bonding time?" Joey started to shake; he could feel this was not going to end well for him. He could do nothing but stare helplessly up at his father and pray that by some weird chance he would survive the night. "So I go to his school and wait outside for him. I wait a while and see all the other kids leave, one of the first being that really great guy Tristan you hang out with. But still not my son, so I wait a while longer, then I see his friend, that scrawny Yugi guy. And who should be with him but that really great Tea girl I've always said my son should go out with, but still not my son. Then I start to thinking, maybe he went out the back way, he has been acting kind of strange lately, so I drive around to the back of the school. As I pull around I see two kids walking out of sight, and one of them had a head of right gold hair. I say to myself that can't be my son can it?" Joey was now starting to slowly pull himself backwards and away from his father, he was really scared now, had his father seen them holding hands, what if he had seen something more than that?
"Deciding that since there still wasn't anyone coming out of the school I follow the two, who by the way were walking pretty close to one another, but there could have been a reason for that couldn't there have been?" His father bent over him and looked him squarely in the face, and Joey just stared at him unable to hide the fear that he knew would be in his eyes. "Although I still wasn't close enough to be able to see for sure, I followed the two to a huge mansion, but I still couldn't get a good view of them. I watched them go in. I decide then that since I have nothing better to do, and this is my son's welfare we're talking about, I decide that I'm going to wait outside for him in my truck. A lot of time passes and then they come back out to the door, this time I can see it is definitely my son, you at the door. What do you think happens next, huh Joey?" His father leaned down again and spoke right into Joey's face. Joey only shook his head trying to tell himself this wasn't happening that it couldn't be real; this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall, not when his father was sober and right there.
"As my son starts walking out of the house, obviously on his way home the other boy reaches out and stops him. I was just about to get out of my truck and call to my son since there was still time to go out and he could then tell me all about his new friend," he spoke the word like it were the most vile thing to have ever graced his lips. "But at just that second the other boy," again he spoke the word as if it were poison to him, "turned my son around and kissed him." He was bellowing in anger now, Joey was now visibly shaking and praying to any and all celestial beings for his life. "I tell myself to wait, that as soon as my son gets his wits about him he'll start pummeling the other guy, but to my horror my son doesn't do that instead he leans into the kiss. I decide to leave then, on my way back to the house I decided that since words didn't seem to work before that I'd have to beat it into him." As he spoke his fists started to work on Joey; some hit his chest, some his head, anywhere they could. "I promised myself then that no son of mine would be GAY, NO MATTER WHAT!!!" His father lost it then, he hit Joey with his hands, kicked him with his feet and used every part of his body to try and beat Joey. His fury was making him froth at the mouth; his eyes were wild with hate. Joey knew in that instant that his father would kill him.
Joey's instincts took over with his sudden realization; he couldn't die, not like that, not when he hadn't even told Seto he loved him. Especially since he hadn't said the words he head just realized were the truth. He tried to fight back but he was already severely beaten and broken by then. His hits seemed to make no impact but to enrage his father more, it was as if he had released the berserker inside his father and his father would not stop until one of them was dead; and that would be Joey first.
Then as if he heard something that startled him his father stopped. His eyes swinging towards the counter in the kitchen, Joey saw them, the knives. Joey suddenly realized he couldn't move any of his limbs anymore, he could see the dark springing up around the edges of his vision, and knew that he would sink into unconsciousness, possibly for the last time, very soon. He couldn't stop the tears that were slowly spilling out of the edges of his eyes. This was going to be his last moment here on Earth and he couldn't even be with his love Seto. He was so far gone already he didn't even feel the first few scratches his father made with the knife across his chest. He realized that his father wasn't going to kill him right away; he was going to make his only son suffer first. Just as Joey saw the knife blade already dripping, with what he realized was his own blood, poised to come straight down into his heart to end it all, there was a noise by the door. Both Joey and his father looked up at the noise.
A blue blur passed by Joey and knocked his father off of him. It took Joey several seconds to realize the blur had been Seto. As he watched from his spot on the floor in his own blood Joey thought he saw something, it looked as if Seto had wings growing out of his back. Then it hit him, Seto was his angel, it all made sense then. The eyes, the voice, the manner, he realized why they had all seemed so familiar. Then he realized that until he knew he loved Seto he hadn't been able to admit to himself who his angel was.
A loud thud brought Joey out of his musings too realize his father was lying motionless on the other side of the kitchen. His unfocused eyes found Seto crawling across the floor towards him with a look of disbelief. Seto reached him and gently picked up Joey's broken and bleeding body in his arms.
"I'm so sorry Joey, I knew I should have come with you, I could feel it, I knew something wasn't right. I'm so sorry I should have come earlier." Seto just kept murmuring in Joey's ear while he gently rocked them back and forth, Joey knew Seto was blaming himself. "He's not dead, I just knocked him out until the police come; I called them as I was on my way over, them and an ambulance. Just hold on a little longer, please I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you now, not yet, not ever!"
Joey used almost all his strength to turn his head to look at Seto. He realized his love was crying a little, the tears washing a path down the blood soaked face. 'It's both of our blood' Joey realized slowly and saw several knife inflicted wounds in his line of sight on Seto. He knew then I couldn't hold it inside himself any longer, he wasn't sure if he'd ever get another chance to say what he wanted to.
"S…Seto," Joey started finding it harder to talk than anything he had had to do in his life up to that point. Seto's eye's widened and met his.
"Don't force yourself to speak, focus on surviving just please stay conscious, please." Seto was trying his hardest to stay calm he had to; he couldn't let Joey realize how serious his wounds really were. Joey shook his head slowly as if to say he had to.
"I…I love you Seto, remember that." Joey got out in just barely above a whisper. He could hear the faint whine of sirens begin to fill the air. He realized it was for him they were coming, and it chilled him to the bones. Seto looked at him bewildered for a moment, and then the tears began to rush from his eyes.
"I love you so much Joey, please don't leave me, please." Joey could hear the fear in Seto's words, but he had said and heard what he had wanted to and could no longer fight. He closed his eyes as he saw Seto leaning closer. He could feel from what seemed like a far off place Seto's lips joining his in a loving kiss.
Seto pulled back when he realized Joey wasn't returning the gesture. He saw what he had feared most, Joey's eyes were closed, and he wasn't moving either. The sounds of the emergency vehicles filled the room and medical people and police filled the small room, but none of this registered in Seto's mind, all he could see was his beloved lying so still in his arms, eyes closed.
TBC
Thank you for reading this chapter, I know it was a long time in coming, again I'm sorry. Please review, let me know what you think, comments are and some criticism are welcome! Flames as always will be used for my own use IADM
For those interested in what all I have been up to instead of writing here's a brief version; broke my foot, had it heal, broke it again (but stayed out of a cast) finished 2 basketball seasons (one ended played in another and it ended), a whole season of lacrosse, learning to drive, getting my license (better late then never), got sick and better several times, went out of town at least 5 times, took a test that measured all I had learned in a year by choice (estupida yo!), almost ended a school year, several huge projects, got 10 poems published in a magazine I worked on, started a club (well getting all the paperwork done for it), had my birthday, got invited to prom, went to prom, tried out for a leadership role, failed miserably, studied forensic science, and a lot more. Like I said earlier this is the BRIEF version of what I've been up to, but if it's any consolation I haven't written anything outside of required stuff since the last update which means I've been miserable!