A/N I'm so sorry it took so long to get this up, but when I was updating one of my other stories, "When Darkness Falls", my computer shut down and erased EVERYTHING!! So I had to re-write this and another story, gomen asai... it took so long... Oh, I'm going to re-write the previous chapters too, so they'll be better. -

Oh, and someone asked me when the other pairings would be included into this fiction. The truth is, I don't know. I haven't seen any episodes of Yu-Gi-Oh! and I'm only at volume four in the books, but they will come later... let's just say that they're on a 'vacation' in Egypt and they won't be coming home just yet, kay? I have no script what so ever when I'm writing, I'm just improvising, that's one of the explanations of why this story suck so bad... -;;

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, or the characters in it. I am making no money on this what so ever, understood?

WARNING: YAOI/ Shounen-ai=BoyxBoy love, don't like, don't read! This chapter contains non-con/rape, child abuse, incest, ped and gay-bashing.

DEDICATIONS: To everyone that waited to read this chapter, -

Never letting go – Chapter six "A fathers love"

The sterile white walls in the small room made him feel sick. He couldn't stay there any longer, he had to get away. Joey threw the covers off of his body and stood up, flinching at the pain in his chest. "Fuck... nnh..." He braced himself and walked over to the small dresser where the nurse had put his clothes. He threw the robe aside and climbed into his black boxers. He put his warn jeans with holes on the knees on and when he pulled the zipper up, he heard a noise from behind him.

"Joey!" Yugi shouted as he walked into the room with Yami following suit. Joey turned around and faced Yugi, looking down on him with pain-filled honey eyes. "Hi..." he answered, his voice hoarse from crying.

"Joey, are you feeling better?" Yami asked as he walked up to Joey who was putting his black T-shirt on. He nodded and bent down to put his socks on. When he bent over, he hissed in pain, but ignored it. He had to get away from here. Today had been nothing more than another reason for him to hate hospitals. This time it was his heart that had been crushed and broken into a million pieces, not his arm or his leg, that kind of pain he could handle, he was used to it.

Yugi hurried over to Joey's side in case he needed any help, but Joey just pulled away and leaned against the wall. "I'm... I'm fine, don't worry... I just need to go home." he grabbed his jacket and started walking towards the door.

"Joey! You can't leave, you're hurt!" Yugi's eyes where filled with concern as he followed his friend, hoping he could convince him to stay. "I'm fine, Yugi. I need to go home!" Joey was glad that Yugi actually cared enough to try to stop him, but he had to get home. or else his father would get really angry, and Joey didn't want to make him angrier than he usually was.

Yami looked at the scene where Yugi tried to pull Joey back into the room, failing, when he suddenly walked up to them and put a hand on Joey's shoulder. "We know he's hitting you." As soon as Yami said the words Joey went pale, almost starting to shiver.

"Wh-what are you talking about...?" Joey said half-heartedly, not really trying to deny it. Yami looked at him, the sympathy so radiant it almost could be touched. "Stop it, Joey. We know, and you can't go back there. I won't let you."

Joey could feel the rage rise inside him. "You won't let me? J-just keep out of my business! It doesn't concern you, either of you!" He shook Yugi off of his arm and ran out the door, running down the corridors and out of the hospital. The tears burned as they made their way down his cheek, he couldn't make them stop. They knew his secret, one of them, and he felt helpless. He hated that feeling, the feeling that made him rely on others, the feeling that made him feel small, insignificant and rejected.

Even though his ribcage ached with each step he kept on running until he saw the run-down apartment complex, and ran up the stairs. When he stopped in front of the door he hesitated but opened the door slowly, almost soundless. If his father was asleep it would be better not to disturb him.

Joey walked into the ill-lit apartment and closed the door behind him as he walked into the living room. The room was almost pitch black and he couldn't see or hear anything. Joey was halfway towards the kitchen when someone grabbed him from behind and threw him over the couch. He could feel his arms being pulled back and tied behind his back.

"What? What are you doing?" Joey asked, panicking. The only reply was a harsh slap across his face that made his head push further into the mould-reeking cushions.

"So, my little brat offa son's a fag?" the voice was filled with unmade threats, dripping with despise. "A fucking fairy?" He snorted as he slapped Joey again, this time cracking his lip, making it bleed.

"D-dad... what.." Joey licked his suddenly dry lips and grimaced as he felt the coppery taste of blood. His father knew... who could have told him? One name appeared in his mind; Anzu.

"Don't you fuckin' call me 'Dad', ya hear me? No son of mine's gonna be a queer!" His father shouted as he started to unzip his pants.

"Da... wh-what are you going to do? Please, let me go..." the tears started to fall again, this time it was from shame and fear. He knew what his father was going to do, but he prayed he was wrong.

"If you spread yer legs for that snobby C.E.O. you'll spread yer fuckin' legs for me! I'm gonna teach you a lesson yer never gonna forget, boy..." The slurry voice indicated that he was drunk, but Joey had no doubts that his dad would have done the same thing if he was sober too. And he hated him for it.

"You're wrong! I haven't slept with Seto! I haven't done anything!" Joey sobbed and tried to get away from his father. Big mistake. When his father felt Joey shifting underneath him he grabbed a hold of his hair and yanked him up. "Stay still, or I'll make you!" He breathed into Joey's ear right before he threw him onto the floor. He hit the floor head-first since he had no way to brace himself and cried out loud when his ribs made a crunching sound.

Wheeler Senior was soon on top of his son, sitting at the back of his legs. He reached underneath Joey's body so he could remove his pants and boxers, letting them slide down to his ankles. His father stood up on his knees, and grabbed a hold of Joey's hips making him lift his butt into the air.

The older man was already painfully hard and with a few strokes he was ready to go. He used his left hand to spread Joey's ass cheeks apart and his right to guide his erection right. When he was in place he once again grabbed a hold of Joey's hips.

Joey pleaded and cried for his father to stop, to regain his senses and let him go. He knew it was hopeless, but he still hoped that the door would be thrown open and that Seto Kaiba would come to the rescue.

With a hard thrust the man entered him. Joey screamed out into the night, his face and shoulders pressing down into the hard, cold wood. It was like in his dream, but this time the pain was real, and thousands of times worse. With every thrust, he screamed out his pain as his father ripped him apart by the seems. Joey's skin burned and his body ached, the only thing he could think of was how wonderful it would have been to die right then, right there.

Every time his father pounded into him, it bled more, running into the wounds and onto the floor. After what seemed as hours of excruciating torture the darkness claimed him, making his body limb and his screams to fade away.

His father made a few more hard thrusts before his body tensed up and he came. His whole body convulsed and he fell on top of Joey. As soon as he caught his breath he slid out of the boy and stood up, putting his pants back on. With a final glare and a kick in the side, he let the boy sink down on to the floor before he left the apartment, muttering.

A/N Yea, kill me I'm horrible... This chapter sux... This was the first rape scene I've ever made, and since I've never been raped (thank God) I really don't know the proper information. I'm sorry if someone found what I wrote repulsing, but honestly, I wrote you a warning at the beginning, so you knew it was gonna happen!

Thanks again for all the lovely reviews, please give me more - I'll luv you forever if you do... And remember, nobody has ever died over constructive criticism, at least I don't think so... so feel free to point out my flaws and make me a better writer.