Author's note: Short, yes, I know. U.u I wasn't feeling that inspired to write this chapter. It's an interlude, so it's not nesessarily required for the story line. I have to say that the Therapy chapter is my favorite. Only 'cause I'm weird.

Innocence Taken, Interlude

The room was dark, like it always had been. Dust bunnies hid under the sparse furniture, like it always had been. The young child lifted his hand to cough in his mouth, head feeling like a pillow was shoved under it. He felt his forehead once more and shivered at the warmth radiating in waves from it. The room was both hot and cold. He looked around the room and saw what—or better yet who—he was searching for. Mother.

"Mother?" He questioned, coughing once more as he stepped into the room. The dark blob on the bed moved and another figure beside it stirred also. Mother's boyfriend.

"Hm….?" His mother groaned, lifting her head off the pillow a mere inches before plopping back into her sprawled position on the bed, a couple of her limps entangled with her love.

"Mother," Heero was by her side now, looking at her with his prussian eyes. "I don't feel really well." He knew better than to complain and especially when Mother and "father" were asleep, or doing whatever it was that they did in their bedroom.

"Brat." His mother muttered, arm untangling from her boyfriend's arm to reach on the bedside table for something. She felt her fingers wrap around the base of the lamp.

Heero took a step back and ducked with wide eyes as the lamp went hurtling towards him, shattering into millions of pieces on the wall behind him. Some scratches appeared on his arms and he coughed once more, getting dizzy from the sudden movement.

"Wha waz zat?" Tom opened his eyes and blinked in confusion, anger rushing through his veins at being woken up by that brat of a child that the bitch had.

"Mama…" He dodged another object thrown at him. "…Please, mother!" He tried once more, pleading with her.

"What's wrong with him?" Tom grumbled, throwing his feet over the side of the bed.

"He says he doesn't feel well." Heero's mother replied with exasperation and tinges of fury still lacing her words.

"Couldn't he have gone to that person…" Tom grumbled, glaring at the brat on the floor as he got to his feet but not before stumbling and swaying a bit.

Heero stared at his family, wishing that he had gone to Joselyn down stairs. She was always kind to him and looked after him. But he always had to come home because Mother had threatened to hurt Josie if he ran away.

"I got something that'll make him feel better." He handed a syringe filled with a clear liquid over to his mother and Heero stared at the needle, shivering at the menacing presence it held.

"Mama…" She walked over to him, roughly dragging him out from the bedroom and into the hall. She lifted his arm, pushing him down onto the floor roughly.

"Please don't!"

"It'll make you feel better, now shut UP!" Jabbing the needle into his vein, she pushed the injection into his blood stream. All of it.

The door was thrown open, police walking into the room with Joselyn behind in the hall looking worried and fearful. She was a kind old woman of fifty, caring more for Heero than any ever could of his real family.

"We got a report from this woman here that disturbing noises…" The policeman's eyes wandered over to Heero and his mother, holding the needle in her hand and looking wide-eyed at the police.

Heero's eyes dilated and his breathing became harsh. His fingers twitched, the over dose of the drug rushing through his veins faster than a speeding train.

The policeman's partner ripped his radio off his utility belt as Josie rushed in to check on Heero who didn't respond to any of her words or tender touches.

The first officer pulled his gun out of the holster, pulling the needle out of Heero's arm as he pointed the barrel of the weapon at his mother. She moved over to the other side of the wall, still wide eyed.

His voice came out in a snarl, "What did you give him?"

"Something to make him feel better." She hotly replied with a glare after the shock of the sudden storming of her home wore off. The gun pressed against her chest menacingly, reminding her to choose her words wisely.

"It's heroin." A short halted breath escaped the lips of the officer with the gun pointed at the woman. He glared at the mother and then the neglected child.

"Call an ambulance, ASAP!" Sirens were heard as the information was replayed over at the police station.

"We're gonna need to flush his veins or something!"

"He's going into shock! Get some meds up here!" The police offers bent down, trying as best as they could to help the drugged and abused child.

TBC