The door to Heero's bare room was opened roughly, though his father made sure to check for noises for his wife's slumber being disturbed. When no sounds other than the slightly faster breathing of Heero's was heard from the wound he clutched and his head slightly, the man glared at Heero.

"Who was that?" The older man growled to the young teenager. Heero looked at him before standing after he was able to stand without swaying.

He shook his head. "It was no one."

"No one my ass." He growled back to his 'son'. "No one calls at one am!"

"I-It was a solicitor." The man glared at this and pushed Heero roughly back onto the mattress as Heero landed with a slight grunt.

The man raised his eyebrow and looked at the stained sheet marked with crimson streaks. Then there were the glass shards. "Well..." He leaned over Heero as he pried his hands from the wound. Heero winced slightly as some blood poured from the wound. "I guess I'll have to teach you not to lie to your father, eh?" He whispered gruffly into Heero's ear, who turned away in disgust over the reek of mixed alcohol and a slight tint of ecstasy that was poured into his drink secretly.

His cold fingers fell to the open wound and he grinned slightly but looked up to realize that Heero was turned the other way. "You can't learn your lesson if your like that, no can you?" He hissed with rising anger. The club drug mixed into his drink gave him an imbalance in steady emotions.

Heero clenched his teeth but still couldn't get used to the fiery pain that erupted across his abdomen and the nerves traveling to his brain. The man grinned a little bit and looked at his fingers that poked at the bloody wound slightly.

"Are you going to scream?" 'This time' He left out Heero thought with disgust. The man's fingers pushed into his wound, tearing already torn muscle and tissue even more as his nerves seemed to scatter, sending his body tightening and creating more pain as his muscles seemed to clench around the finger to try and get it out.

"Well?" The man jerked Heero's head over to look at the ceiling compared to the side where he had tried to keep his head. His father's fingers pushed harder into the laceration and Heero could feel the blood slipping from his body and trailing off his muscle toned body and onto the already stained mattress covered with a fresh coat now.

Heero grit his teeth in pain as he saw white specks flash across his eyes and the world began to spin seemingly. "You worthless piece of crap, to good to scream, are you?!" The father hissed over and over again.

"No wonder your mother left you or whatever it is! I wouldn't be surprised if she committed suicide because of you!" The man said with more anger and relish in his voice. "No one loves you! The people only hang with you because they want to see you break! They hate you! Who could love a piece o' crap like you?! You... and you're a fool for not realizing it!" He continued. "If you were my child I'd certainly divorce and send you to an orphanage or shoot you myself!"

Those last words stung as much as the others. Heero closed his eyes tightly, begging for it all to go away. The only thing that came was a picture of his dead mother, one he could barely remember.

"Mommy?" Heero questioned as he opened the door to his mother's room, stumbling over a couple of empty or spilled bottles of drugs and anti-depressants. "M-Mommy?"

The pitch-dark room barely hid anything but he could see a silhouette's outline from the shaded curtains. "Mommy?" The little boy questioned with more hope. He walked over to the figure and tilted his head when he noticed feet were barely touching the ground.

'How did mommy do that?' The two-year-old questioned himself. After getting special training from Odin since he ran into him in the streets, he had been back for a week and it was his third day back with his mother. He hadn't seen her for a couple of years, but tried to act 'normal' as Odin said, being more open compared to his usual cold and withdrawn self.

Heero, feeling an ominous presence, pulled the gun Odin gave him incase from his waistband. He stepped over some pills and knives scattered across the dark plush carpet that had long needed vacuuming.

Then he saw her, the lifeless eyes staring at him, blaming him for everything that drove her to this. He fell back a few steps, the cold lips and lolling tongue hanging from her relaxed facial expression. The white lines that were almost faded pink showed the previous self-mutilating Heero had seen her do at times when she cried and screamed at her reflection.

His breaths came ragged as he began to hyperventilate at the sight and he rushed to try and lift her feet so she could breath. He cried as he fell to his knees, the police sirens wailing in the distance as the neighbor pounded on the door for them to open up, hearing all the commotion and sobbing...

The father pulled his fingers out of the wound, as he knew he left imprints of his fingers in the boy's muscle tissues that hadn't been ripped. He could see some of the jagged muscle, making his grin even more as he licked his fingers in satisfaction of the heaving boy on the bed, trying to catch his breath and the distant memory fading, but leaving his marks on them.

"Clean yourself up." He ordered as he left the room to go back to his. The clock showed 1:30 AM.

At about three o'clock in the morning, Heero got up and reached the medical bag not to far away as he pulled out a needle, wishing for a painkiller but his parents made sure to keep them under lock and key.

He got up after stitching his wound and taking some antibiotics to fight the medicine and bent down to do some pushups. He then did curl ups, ignoring the pain now. He felt so empty, so hollow.

He got up and then looked into the mirror, gazing at his slightly sweating face. He sighed and then took a shower, getting ready for school today. With the thought of school, Heero's head jerked up, his soaking hair hitting him in the eyes, not that it mattered.

'Duo!' Heero's mind flashed back to Duo calling at one in the morning. Duo knew. He knew about all that was happening!

Author's note:

Well, did y'all like it? I have to tell y'all one thing though; the cat's not out of the bag yet. I have to say that this chapter was kind of really bloody so i think i'll bump the rating up to be on the safe side. I think, i'll ahve to check what R is described as because as of yet, there will be no sexual abuse. I'm better at physical and pyschological. Uh...yeah. I think that's it. I'll try and write the next chapter as soon as i can.

Reviewers:

BlackX: Thank you for the spelling mistake notice, very helpful. I'll have to fix that... Sadly, my computer can't do german though i take the class. Tja... sprechen deutsch? I will tell you one thing, the cat's not out of the bag yet...but might be soon. Who will come to Heero's aid though? dun dun dun!

Dragon1727: Thank you for the compliment! I'll try to write as much as i can and since i got these pretty fish net wristbands, it keeps my wrists up so it's easier to type seemingly. That or they're just to spiffy not to wear. Danke schon!

Lightway1017: Thanks for the compliement! Oh, have you noticed how i based the social studies teacher on our sceince teacher and our social studies class on heero's? Much fun in that class....karaoke moments in his room will come soon. Trench war fair has not died yet people! so do you like my siggie name? so pretty? i sign my art work with it (sh...it's a secret!) i know how it is at the library. danke for the review! see you at school!

Yuniestwin: Thankyou for the compliement on my writing syle. Alot of people like some of my styles at school because it has something to do with portraying emotions. I make up for my action talent in the fact that i suck at romance. Alot, as i think i've mentioned before. I'll have tio get some advice on that if there's gonna be any love in this. i'm not sure if i'll make it anymore depressing than this though...(the flashback to Heero's mother will go into more detail eventually) sorry for writing so much...i tend to ramble though i try not to in my author's notes...

Yume Keki: I THINK I HAVE A FAN? COOL!!! Yes, i did update and your enthusiasum makes me smile much that it does!

gundam girl: oh my god...i feel so sorry for you! two shots? I'll put in a class extra for you! (sobs) one time i kicked a nurse 'cause i didn't wanna get a shot. they had to come and restrain me. i do believe that was the shot that hurt the most in my life. i seriously hope no one punches you in the arm. I'll try to update as soon as i can and i'll throw in a special after the next chapter, kay? right, on the duo kicks their asses thing:possibly that may occur. It'll get more depressing before that happens. I take it that you want Duo to come to Heero's aid? I'm trying to figure out how that's gonna work. the abuse will take a turn for the worse since heero may start to do things because of the verbal abuse he experiences.

Bunch-o-Nuts: Thankyou for the compliment! I love this story alot and i'll try to update as much as i can!

clarobell: Duo didn't necisarrily find out. He heard heero's foster father say 'what the hell' and lots of banging (that would be on the door not on Heero's body...yet that is)

DarkAngel: It's lovely to know that i have a reader like you! (happines and wipes tears from eyes) i've posted the story only it's a little different. Relena turned Duo into a cat and well...Duo witnesses the abuse Heero goes through and tries to stop it while he's a cat. The next chapter will hoefully be out soon and then the special after the next chapter will be fairly easy to write since i base it on my socail studies class. Thankyou for the review!

Hells-angel8: I've updated and thankyou for the review! Duo knows somethin's up but Heero's not gonna break so easily, specially since he think's he not worth their concern.

Thankyou all other reviewers! I love y'all! Auf Wiedersehen! Red Tail