A/N: Yes, T'is the last chapter- but if you haven't yet, I suggest you read Closet Monster, also by me, which is somewhat like... the after math of this, but written first.

Kill-Stealer: Good call, bud. I was going for that. I don't explain everything, because I figure of people don't pick up on it, its fine, but if they do, even better. Good job. That's why Mary didn't want Joey- because he would more then likely end up like Bobby. It's a sound assumption, just a harsh one too.

Madapandabug: a canker is this sore in the mouth from lack of vitamin see (or excess citric acid, I can't remember, or I'm wrong on both) and salt is suppose to make it go away, but it really, REALLY hurts. I was posting as I put salt on it, and...well decided to share.

As for the rest of ya, I'm way sorry its over, but enjoy this anyway, and keep an eye out for my next fic. Thanks for being loyal. It makes me smile in so many ways.

Chapter 9

He was so bitter right now. It was raining and he was forced to walk the entire way home due to not having enough free money (free meaning that he was able to spend on himself) for a bus ride home, and he was soaked because his dad took his umbrella. Joey didn't mind so much. It was only a dollar, but it was also his, and well... he was wet now. He didn't even have a hood. He hoped it wouldn't be raining tomorrow. He decided before he would go home, he'd check storage to see if his bike needed some tuning up for his bike ride tomorrow.

He was slightly shocked when he found it wasn't there.

He searched all over storage, even though there was only one spot it should be, and that was the spot where he left it chained up. He gave up and went up to his apartment. Joey was becoming flustered. Where was his bike? He was supposed to bike to school with Tristan and Yugi tomorrow. He remembered leaving it in storage for the winter but it was gone. He shook the water out of his hair, and paced around his home. There was a chance that his dad had borrowed it for something, but he couldn't imagine his dad biking...

He heard the door open and slam.

"Speak of the devil..." Joey muttered. He stepped into the hall and hesitated confronting his father about the bike. His dad didn't look like he was in a good mood.

"Pop...Um...do...do you know where my bike is? I...I mean, like...I uh..." Joey tried not to sound nervous. "I just can't find it."

"I sold it."

"...I'm sorry, what?" Joey stared at his father in shock.

"I sold it! I needed da money." Bobby shrugged. Joey had to fight back the urge to scream. He NEEDED his bike! How was he supposed to get to work this summer? He didn't have the money to buy a new one! The 16 year old took a deep breath before responding.

"You didn't as-"

"Speaking of money, where's mine?" The older man looked down at his son. His blue eyes were blood shot; he had unkempt stubble, and was wearing the same shirt he wore the day before. He looked like hell. Joey remembered when his father was an attractive man, but because of his substance abuse he aged terribly. The man was in his mid 30's but looked ten years older. He also recalled how he used to look up to his dad, and hope to grow up to be just like him. Now that same thought kept him awake at night, and he prayed he never would.

Joey looked at his feet, and sighed. He dragged his feet as he walked into his room, and pulled out an envelope from his drawer. Bobby snatched it from his hand before he could even turn around to face him. Bobby flipped through the money, counting it, than frowned. "The hell? Is this all you got?"

"Dad, c'mon! I have three jobs! I work so hard to make money, but it all can't go to you! I need to put myself through school too and I keep only- ONLY- 10 bucks for myself as spending money. I mean, it's MY money!"

"Your money, eh?" Bobby pushed Joey aside and began rooting through all his drawers and belongings. He finally came across about 34 bucks and some change in Joey's sock drawer. He pocketed it and turned to leave. Joey stared at him, shocked, and angry.

"You're just going to take MY money?!"

"Yes." Bobby shrugged, sticking a cigarette in his mouth. He paused when he noticed something on Joey's shelf, and walked over to it. "What the hell is this?" He glared at Joey, accusingly. He held up a picture of Joey and Serenity from when they were little. "Why is this here?!" He grabbed Joey by the shoulder roughly and shook him.

"Because! Ow! Dad, lemme go!" Bobby released Joey and slapped him.

"I'll fix this." He grunted. He couldn't believe his stupid ungrateful son would betray him like this. He didn't want pictures of Serenity OR Mary in his home. They weren't his family anymore. The only family he had was his son, and all Joey had was him. He had been the one to raise the boy. He was the one who had watched him grow up! Sure, he didn't really know that much about his son- he didn't know who his friends were, or what he liked to do...but he was the one that taught him to be a man! Not that woman or that girl. Joey was Joey because of him! He ripped the picture into teeny pieces, causing Joey to scream.

"Dad!!" Joey cried out, horrified. That was his only picture of Serenity and him together. Bobby grabbed Joey's blonde hair and pulled him up.

"If I EVER see you with pictures of dat woman or her daughter, you won't be able to recognize yourself in the mirror. Got it?!" He slammed Joey into the wall and stormed out. Joey tried to hold back his angry tears but he couldn't. He picked up the pieces of picture of the floor, and tried to put them back together as he cried.

"Damn..." He realized his tape was in the kitchen. He sniffled, and wiped his eyes. He left his room, hesitantly. His heart was beating fast as he slowly crept to the kitchen. He peeked in and saw his dad passed out at the kitchen table. He must have been pretty drunk. Joey wiped his eyes again, as he opened the drawer. He couldn't stop crying. He just was so angry and the more he thought about it, the more angry he got and the more he cried. His bike, his money, his picture...his dad took everything away from him! His life was nothing but struggle and misery because of him.

He paused when his hand came across something other then tape.

He pulled out a revolver. He stared at it for a moment, than loaded it without thinking. Gnashing his teeth he turned and pointed the gun at his father. A choked sob escaped his throat as he prepared to shoot the gun. He suddenly changed his mind and put the gun to his own temple. There was no point for him to live anyway, he had nothing left. His mom took away Serenity, his dad took everything else. He had no future to live for, and he had no respect from anyone.

The phone rang.

Joey hesitated but answered, still holding the gun to his head.

"Hey Joey! My dad just got a pool table from his friend! You GOTTA come over and play with me! It's awesome! Plus my mom is making pork-chops; because she's expecting you to come- I know you love my mom's pork-chops." Tristan was pretty damned excited sounding. Joey didn't answer. He thought about it, and what he was doing. He looked at his father, then at the gun in his hand.

"I'll be right over." Joey hung up the phone and with unseeing eyes, removed the bullets from the gun and dropped it back in the drawer. He tossed the bullets in the trash can and grabbed his jacket. He walked out the door without a second thought.

THE FINAL END

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