Chapter Seven:

Interruption

As Jenny walked in from school, she was not surprised to see Roy Mustang drunk.

Again.

"'Ey! It's the bitch! How'ya'll doin'?" he hiccuped, and let loose a grin as well, "You're so well-behaved...doin' what ah tell ya to..."

Jenny held back her tears, and let the confusion of her mind wander yet again.

"Daddy!" she suddenly yelled, "Stop this! I know that you still love me, because I still love you too!"

"'Love'?" he said, laughing, "That don't mean nuttin'! 'Sides, I hate ya! Yer one that I can't stand, that I wish was dead!"

And with that he took out a small pocket knife, and pinned poor Jenny to the ground. He then gave Jenny a small cut across her left hand. It was about six inches long, and one inch deep. The blood came out slowly, and Jenny's eyes watered in pain.

"Now go ta yer room." he said.

As she ran up to her room, she grabbed a band-aid. The cuts...the bruises...they all hurt.

But her heart hurt the most.

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The next day...

At her school the next day, Jenny held her left hand in pain. The cut made it harder to write.

Mr. Elric noticed her wincing in pain whenever she wrote. When he noticed it for the fifth time, he walked over and asked to have a word with her after school.

"Alright." she responded.

After school, Elric sat in a student's desk, while Jenny sat in her own.

"I noticed that cut on your hand, Jenny." said Elric, "That must hurt."

"N-not really." said Jenny, wincing in pain.

"Alright then, can you tell me how you got it though?" he asked.

"I...was using a knife and cut myself." said Jenny, but then she realized what she had just said.

"Ah." said Elric. "But how, exactly, do you cut your left hand...when your left hand is holding the knife? Did you suddenly decide to try to risk your hand by using your right hand to cut whatever it is you were cutting?"

Jenny searched her mind for another excuse. The one she came out with was somewhat crappy.

"I-I always cut things using my right hand." she said, "MY left hand is only for writing."

Elric frowned, but had no way of getting her to admit if something was bothering her. "Alright, thanks for telling me."

He got up. "You should go back home. Your father should be waiting for you."

As she got up and left, Elric sat down and started thinking.

"If you and that evil bitch went so well together, then why did you feel the need to marry my mother?" shouted a younger Edward Elric.

"I loved your mother." responded a tall man with a golden set of hair and beard. His name was Hohenheim of Light. "With all my being, I had never loved before her."

And another time...

"What about you? Aren't you coming too?" demanded the younger Edward.

Hohenheim of Light was surprised for a minute, but then he smiled.

"You know." he said, "I was actually relieved to learn that the law of Equivalent Exchange wasn't true. That you didn't always have to give something up in order to gain something else. Because there's no price I could pay that could equal up to the prize of my two sons...you, and Al."

And one other time...

"Does this mean that Dante was right, but to the opposite extreme? That I got something for nothing? Or does it mean, in reality, Al still is..."

Hohenheim picked up when the younger Edward stopped.

"You boys had a long journey together."

Edward looked back at him.

"The people you helped, the pain of losing friends you loved. The blood, sweat, and determination." Edward's father smiled, "Don't you think that...is the price you paid?"

Edward smiled, and then he turned and walked away. He silently agreed with his father.

As Edward stopped his thoughts, he felt slightly jealous.

I wish my bond with my father had always been as strong as Jenny's bond with Mustang.

He sighed and prepared to depart for home.

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What Edward didn't know, was that Roy and Jenny had an even worse relationship than Hohenheim and him. Well, this was when Roy was drunk.

"Oof!" cried Jenny, after being pushed against the wall again.

Roy's eyes, glazed with hate, glared at Jenny.

"I HATE YOU!" he yelled, manner less human then the night before, "I HATE YOU AND ALL THAT YOU'RE WORTH! WHICH IS NOTHING! YOU'RE WORTHLESS!"

As he pushed her around, a knock came at the door, but her ignored it.

"Help...whispered Jenny, "Whoever you are..."

She was started to slip unconscious, and as she did...the door swung open.

Havoc stood there, bewildered.

"What the hell...what the hell is wrong with you, Roy?" he shouted.

Roy grinned.

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Author's Note: More child abuse, and we learn that Jennifer Edward Mustang is left-handed. Like me. Yay.

Sorry that I'm torturing Jenny like this. The story is close to halfway done.

Please R&R! Since I'm being preoccupied with school now, I'm not going to update the chapter unless I get five more reviews. Sorry people :( but it's the only thing that I could do.

Thank you Roy&Rizacuteness, bautchchic, and The Nine-tailed Fox for your reviews on Chapter 6.