The Truth

Morimoto groaned as he rolled over on to his stomach, he hurt all over. Carefully he opened his right eye, the left was swollen shut. The room he was in was mostly dark, except for the light shinning through the door way from the hall. He was able to get himself into a position so he could crawl and crawl he did. He crawled from the study into the hall; practically dragging his right leg as he did. He continued crawling down the hall, glancing back every few minutes at his father's, slightly open bedroom door. He shuddered to think of what would happen if his father woke up before he had the chance to hide. Finally a triumph he had reached the front door, from there it was only 30 more feet to the kitchen. If he could get there, he could get his cell phone out of his backpack. The backpack, in question was in the large cupboard under the island. 15 more feet, 10 more, 5 more, there; he had made it. Once in the kitchen he scurried, as quickly as possible to the cupboard; almost not caring how much it hurt. Morimoto flipped the phone open, hit speed dial 9 and pressed the call button. It only had to ring twice.

"Yeah," A smooth voice came from the other end.

"Help! Hurts…," Morimoto managed to squeak out. He tried to smile when the phone went to dial tone. DK was coming to get him; he wasn't going to die at the hands of his drunken father.

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Neela rolled over and tried to return to her wonderful dream, it wasn't working. She groggily opened one eye. The light was on in the hall, she blinked and sat up. She listened and heard a voice, that was what was keeping her up. She threw the covers back, shivering slightly; her black, silk night gown was long but quite thin. She opened her bedroom door and saw DK heading down the stairs. He stopped, flipped his phone shut and turned around.

"Neela, what are you doing up baby? It's late. Did I wake you?" He said in his sweet, caring voice.

"Where are you going?" Neela asked sleepily.

"Um just some business stuff, babe, I'll be back soon," he said as he walked back up the stairs. He took her hands gently and led her back to her room. She followed still half asleep. It wasn't uncommon for DK to have to leave in the middle of the night. He helped her back into bed, tucked her in and kissed her forehead.

"Sleep, sweetheart," DK insisted. Neela yawned and rolled over slipping back into her dream.

It seemed like she'd only blinked her eyes when more noise woke her again. She groaned and rolled out of bed. She flung the door open and head to the stairs. She only made the first step when she noticed DK at the bottom of the stairs holding a beaten and bloody Morimoto. She rushed down the stairs to help. 'What the hell was she going to tell Reiko?'

As if he had read her mind, Morimoto whispered, "Don't tell Reiko, Please."

"I won't," Neela promised.

Reiko pulled her pillow over her head and groaned as her alarm clock went off. 'Damn the government for making the school week six days long instead of five.' She eventually rolled out of bed and dragged her scrawny ass to the shower. She quickly threw her uniform on and jetted to the kitchen. She quickly ate some breakfast and then ran to wake Han. She had to pull the covers off him, which resulted in him pulling back. She finally kicked him and he released the covers. She dropped them in the hall and continued to search for her bag. She found it after 10 minutes of looking. Han yawned as he made his way into the kitchen.

"Come on, I'm gonna be late," Reiko screeched as she ran out the door. Han followed lazily. He dropped Reiko off and she scurried to the P.E. class room.

"Somebody over slept," Said Neela as Reiko sat down in the desk next to her.

"I did not!" Reiko said in a falsely hurt voice, "Han wouldn't get up."

"Sure," Neela replied cockily, "I think you were having that dream again."

"Actually ,no," Reiko told her sadly, "I didn't dream at all last night. I kept waking up."

"Why?" Neela asked.

"I don't know," Reiko replied.

"So did you check your locker?" Neela asked excitedly.

"I will before lunch," Reiko promised, "but I'm only showing you if you promise to keep your mouth shut this time! If Han finds out, he'll go all over protective and that's the last thing I need!"

"Ok, Ok," Neela said defeated.

The two of them joined Amelia's team when the teacher announced they'd be playing Football. Sean, of course, began bragging about his skill, but quickly shut up when he realized it wasn't American Football. Reiko wasn't half bad at Football but she was glad she'd joined Amelia's team. Amelia was really good. She had scored twice in the first 20 minutes. Earl would whine about it later. He was quite competitive and didn't like being beat at his own game; even though they were on the same team. Reiko, of course, took up the position of goalie. She was fairly good at it and nobody else ever wanted to be it. She blocked at least 2 goals and felt fairly satisfied. Normally, by now Morimoto would be taunting her and making her lose focus on the job at hand. 'Wait a minute. Where was Morimoto?' She looked to the left. She looked to the right. She scanned the field. There was no sign of Morimoto. 'Huh, he never cuts P.E.' She cautiously looked behind her. 'Nope. No Morimoto. I wonder where….. "Smack" The football hit Reiko right in the middle of the forehead. She dramatically fell over. "Oww," she groaned, not really in pain.

"Reiko you ok," Twinkie voice reminded her, of where she was.

"Yeah I'm great," Reiko answered sarcastically.

"You blocked that last goal," Twinkie told her seriously. Reiko gave him a, half angry thumbs up. She eventually raised both her arms into the air; Twinkie grabbed one and Earl grabbed the other. They pulled her to her feet. She, Neela and Amelia wondered off to the locker room.

Sean Boswell walked with Twinkie as they headed to the cafeteria. He wondered where Morimoto was. His plan wasn't going to work unless Morimoto was present. He got his lunch and sat down next to Twinkie. Reiko sat down next to Earl on the opposite side of the table. She was reading what looked like a note. Neela was leaning over her shoulder and smiling.

"So who do you think it is?" Neela squealed excitedly.

"Neela! Shut up," Reiko replied with a blush.

"Who is what," Twinkie asked confused.

"Reiko has a secret.." Neela tried to say but Reiko elbowed her in the ribs.

"It's nothing," Reiko stated. Twinkie went back to his lunch but didn't seem to buy it.

This was priceless and perfect. Reiko was getting love notes. Sean looked around the cafeteria for Morimoto but didn't see him. That was good it would give him more time to plan his script. He knew from the way Twinkie acted, he had a big thing for Reiko. She was going to make everything much easier for him. First he'd gain Twinkie's trust by making it look like Morimoto liked her. Then he'd start a fight. It always worked the same every time. Finally he'd make Han to look like the bad guy. By the time Twinkie or any the others figured it out. He and his father would be long gone. He'd have Neela and his father would have a shinny new toy, at least until it broke.