Jeff lays down on his bed, But just as he gets comfortable, His father rushes into the room, Slamming the door uproariously. Jeff immediately sits up, His face filled with worry when he sees his father's boiling rage. "Damn you boy!, You are gonna get it!." He hollers as he walks up to Jeff who had now taken to scooting on the bed trying to further the distance away from him-self and his father, He had made it as far as he could flee when Gilbert yanks at his clothing, Pulling it hard, dividing the fabric down the side. Jeff commences to sob "I'm sorry, But I did not do anything." Gilbert scowls "Sure you did, You did not do as I said. You just stood there along-side him!. You would take his side over your own father's." He furies. He brings his hand up, Jeff rushes off the bed and out the room before his father can react.

Jeff makes it just outside his door before his father catches up with him, He grabs Jeff's already torn shirt, Causing Jeff to stumble and fall.

Gilbert kicks teasingly for his son to get up. Jeff cries while looking down at the floor, He was on his hands and knees, His father walking along-side his emotionally weaken son, Weaken from years of this exact same thing. Jeff just wished his father would go ahead and kill him, It would be a better life to live then the one he does even if he really wouldn't be living.

He tries to get up but his father pushes him back down. "Where are you gonna go boy, What are you gonna do now that that man ain't here to protect you. You deserve what your gonna get, You just remember that. You deserve it all." His father demands. Jeff just nods, His tears leaving a trail on the floor.

Jeff crawls all the way into the kitchen, There he proceeds to sit, His breathing was hitched, He assumed he was having a panic attack.

But of course you are, Wouldn't anyone have labored breathing if you had someone trying to beat you. Jeff thinks.

"Please daddy, Don't hurt me." Jeff pleads nearby the fridge, Gilbert witnesses his son coward down on the kitchen tile, His face covered with his hands. Jeff's sobs continued.

Gilbert walks intently toward his youngest son, He has his belt in hand, Smacking it on his leg, It brought about a swish then a cracking sound.

"Daddy..PLEASE.. I BEG YOU." Jeff screams for mercy while putting his hands up in some-small claim of defense.

Jeff had remembered Mark's phone number, However the matchbox was still sitting in his jeans, The same jeans He had changed out of about 20 minutes previously.

He could run to get them, They were after-all just thrown by his bed-room door. But his dad was not going to just stand there and allow him to call this man who had just embarrassed him a half an hour ago, Not at all.

Jeff was scared and he didn't know what to do. He should have expected this but he honestly thought his father would just go to sleep, His anger subsided. But alas Jeff was wrong again. His father was not gonna allow him one break. It would have been too nice of him.

He gets up to Jeff, He leans down, The belt still in hand. "Are you gonna just sit there." His father asks.

Jeff looks up at his dad, His eyes watery with tears.

"...I'm sorry." He whispers, His voice cracking.

Gilbert smiles "..Sure you are." His father monks.

Jeff clinches up when the belt swings down on the side of his leg "Get up boy!." His father proclaims as he grabs Jeff by the hair, Jeff cries out. Gilbert forces Jeff up, Jeff clings to his leg, It was stinging now.

Jeff looks up in time to see his father swinging the belt back again. He closes his eyes ready for the impact but in that instance, Jeff gets a feeling of courageousness. He pushes his father away, He grabs his hurt leg when standing up, He pushes his father back once-more.

"Now look who actually has balls, You just try to act tough. You ain't nothing. Ain't never been, Won't never be. Nothing but a disappointment." Gilbert shouts.

Jeff senses something else taking over, Jeff's eyes show hatred fuming. Just a few feet away from him, He see's the dirty dishes laying in the sink, Jeff heads to the sink, He reaches for the sharpest thing he could, A carving knife. He displays it out in front of him, His eyes were dazed over and red from crying, He stumbles closer to his father, The knife just inches from possibly puncturing his father's chest. "You just stay away from me!, STAY ...AWAY!... I don't want to hurt you." Jeff whispers.

Gilbert was stunned, His eyes were wide-eyed. He couldn't believe what his son had just done. He stood there the belt falling to his side.

Jeff glazes at his father's shocked expression before dropping the knife, He continues to stand there for a few more seconds, Taking in what had just transpired, What he him-self just did. He calmly walks into his bed-room, He makes sure to shut the door behind him. After locking it, He grabs his jeans up from off the floor and picks the pocket that had the matchbox card inside, he flips it over just to be sure it was indeed that, He see's Mark's writing.

Jeff smiles, He places the matchbox in his shorts back-pocket. He grabs his shoes and goes to his window. He opens it and climbs out on-to the ladder, He takes two steps and rests on the stairs-steps. He grabs his shoes that he had thrown out the window to land near the railing, He begins to tie the shoe-strings when he hears commotion coming from inside the kitchen, It sounded like his dad was throwing something, He might have even heard glass breaking, He wasn't in a real good position to hear what was exactly going on, But Jeff could bet his dad was furious and was taking that anger out on their property. It wasn't the first time that they had broken dishes from his father. He gets up after putting his shoes on and starts heading down the fire escape ladder.

He wasn't sure if he was gonna call Mark or not, He didn't wanna disturb him but he knew he was not gonna stay at home, At-least not right at this moment, If he would, His father would just come in and start it all up again, At-least this way he can give his father a few hours to cool down "I'll probably come back in the morning, He will hopefully be asleep by then, And I won't have much time before school so I know there's no way that he'd beat me when I would have to go to school right afterwards. Someone might see bruises if that was to happen."

Jeff hoped that tonight's events, His braveness. Or craziness, What the hell was I thinking!. Jeff thinks

He would hope that his father realizes that he can't treat him that way any-longer. Jeff thought of what he had did and what could have happened, And It actually scared him to think that he had pulled a knife on his father, That "it" his emotions had made him snap like that, Unable to control any-kind of emotion other then rage. But it wasn't exactly hard to believe when you really think about it, He was just so sick and tired of being bullied on, It was like his feelings took over and he had no control. It was something that Jeff prayed would never occur again, He would hate to think how differently things could or would go down if it did happen again.

What if I killed him, What would happen then. I'd go to jail, No not jail, Prison. What the hell do you think would happen to you in prison?. Jeff contemplates.

He breaths several sharp inhales.

I can't believe this has even occurred,Who would have thunk it, Me the weak one showing some back-bone, I really think I'm improving some-what...maybe or I'm just slowly slipping into madness, What do you think?. Jeff laughs " I think I am going insane, I'm talking to my self in second person." He shakes in head as he continues to walk on down the dark road, Not sure just where he would be going too but knowing he wasn't turning back home, Not for right now anyways.

He will eventually have to head back home dreadfully but for right now, He was just gonna roam around town. Maybe someone would decide to take him in, Like a lost puppy with no home to call his own. Jeff would consider his place just a roof over his head, Not a home. A home has laughter and love, Not screams and pain. Jeff begins to cry. He felt so lost.

I wonder what you'll be doing tonight if I was there with you, I wonder what you'd be saying if I was too sit and listen. I don't even know you but I think I need you. Could you save me from this darkening place, It only gets darker. There's no light to be found. And I just need you to shine that light for me, Only you have the light that I'm searching for. If only you would come find me... Come find me in the dark.

TBC

First off I would like to say that I'm sorry for all the misspellings in the previous chapter, I had intended to fix them before adding them to the story but the chapter editor would not load probably for some unknown reason, I have hopefully edited this one as much as possible.

Shout out time!

Slashdlite: Well, You at-least found out one of your questions. Thank you for reading and reviewing!.

Birdym: I don't but I have worked with two or three in the past, For other stories. I've never really liked using beta's because I seemed to wait rather a long time to get the chapter updated, And I'm a very impatient person so I really hated the wait. Do you think I really need one or will the story be good with-out one?. I really hope that this chapter is better with the spelling and as for the long form, What exactly do you mean by that?, Was the chapter too long? Or was it referring to the sentences running for too long?. Anyways, I really hope that you like this chapter :)

IsidoraAnggst: Hi, I'm glad you like! I hope that you will like the other chapters.

Smiley1014: Hello, Thank you for reading and reviewing. I'm sorry that your having trouble with continuing your story, Don't you hate when you can't write?. You've got your shout-out =D I hope that your like the next chapters to come.

Infection13: Thank you for reading and reviewing!. Hopefully Jeff will contact Mark, Which I think he will shortly ;)

I will hope too update in a few days!.

Night guys!.