I know this chapter is really short and i'm sorry. I've been having kind of a rough time lately, so just bear with me on the long waits for updates. Thanks. Disclaimer: I don't own FY, Yu Watase does, so no suing please.


The little girl sat huddled in the corner of the dark room, hands over her ears to drown out the screaming. Tears ran down her red cheeks as she sobbed quietly. If he should hear her crying, she would get it too. She could hear the cries of her mother from down the hall, the sound of the belt lashing at her back echoing to her room. Her father had been drinking again that and her mother had obviously said something to upset him. And now she was being put into her place. Eventually she could hear the sounds of her father's boots clomping down the hall and stopping outside her room. Her lower lip shook violently as he swung open the door with the belt still in hand. " Get out here, you little whelp, or I'll beat you twice as hard…" She immediately shuffled to her feet and did as she was told. She didn't want to make him even more angry than he already was…

She thrashed violently as the dream continued, the sounds of her mother's cries and the belt all too real in her mind. She flinched as if it were still striking her, leaving welts on her pale white skin. She had been four at that time. Old enough to know when to avoid her father when he was drunk, or at least do as he said. In disobeying him, she would only bring a more fierce and painful beating. When she was at this age, she thought she could make her father love her again by letting him hit her without crying, or picking up his empty beer bottles. It wasn't until she was older that she realized it didn't make a difference.

" Please daddy…I'm sorry, I'll never do it again…" She struggled fiercely to keep the tears from spilling from her eyes. " Shut up, you little brat!! I told you to pick up your damn toys over an hour ago. And yet they're still laying in the middle of the god damn floor!" His hand made contact with her small face then, knocking her to the floor. " Daddy…Daddy, please, I'm sorry…"

The sweat practically drenched her sheets as she tossed and turned. Her hands were squeezing the sheets, bundling them into fists. Her cheeks were flushed and tears formed at her closed eyes. The door to her room would open, as a red headed man would trudge in with a yawn. " I swear to Suzaku, I've never known anyone who makes so much freakin' noise in their sleep…" He approached the bed swiftly and as he lifted a pillow to smack her, he stopped. 'Tears? Is the moron dreaming?' He shook her shoulder roughly, trying to jolt her out of her slumber. She sat up all to swiftly and pulled herself to the other end of the bed, screaming. " I'm sorry, daddy!! I'm sorry! Please don't!!!"