A/N: I am really enjoying this story. I hope yinz are enjoying it too. Let me know if you have any ideas, comments, concerns, or just wanna say hi. Do so. And OMG I have Shimejis on my screen now. They are soooo cute. Alfred and Iggy made out a few times. :D OH and now we're back to the normal Arthur chapters this time.

"Arthur… Please come out…Poppet. Please, your father-"

"That bastard is NOT my father!" Arthur slams his fist against the closet door. He will never be my father.

"Please just give him another chance sweetheart. We can work things out. Poppet; please." He could hear his mother clearly through the door. She doesn't want to fix things; she just wants me out of this stupid thing. Arthur scoffs, "I love you mum, I really do. But I will not live with that bastard any longer."

"Darling pl-"

"Shut up! How can you still take his side after you saw what he did!?" Arthur tries to hold back his tears. He swore to himself he would never cry again, not after his father left them.

"I…I'm sorry then Arthur. If…If you wish to leave then I have nothing to stop you." The last thing he heard from Elena Kirkland were her light footsteps walking away.

The first chance he had, Arthur bolted out of the closet and locked himself in his room down the hall. He let out a sigh of relief. I have nowhere to go. I…I could always stay in a motel. With that thought he packed his bag with school books, clothes, and cell phone. A small smile plays on his lips before he finally leaves the room and heads down the stairs.

"So I take it yer finally leavin' zhen? Vell gut riddens to ya." Cyril doesn't give Arthur a second glace as he takes a swig of the beer.

"Yes I am Cyril. I hope you are happy with my mum. But let me tell you this, if you hurt her. I will murder you." And with that, Arthur leaves the house.

Two weeks later, Arthur has not left his apartment. He has received multiple calls from his mom, school, and Alfred especially. I don't want to talk to anybody. Every time the phone would ring, he would automatically shut it off.

All he could do was lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling. He hadn't even begun on the project due next week. I wonder what they wanted from me anyways. The school wants me to go back and do work. My mum wants me home, but knows what Cyril does to me. And Alfred…Oh Alfred, sometimes, I just can't understand you. All that was running through his mind was Alfred. His blue eyes, blond hair, his cowlick, that goofy yet warm grin he seems to have. Why did I have to fall for you?

"Arthur! Open up zis damned door right now!" Three lock knocks are heard from the other side of the apartment before the door bursts open and there stands Cyril with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. "Vhere ze hell have you been? Your mutter has been vorried sick." He gives Arthur a sympathetic look and slowly walks over to him. "I have missed you too libeling." A rough hand slightly brushes Arthurs' cheek but he slaps it away.

"This is just a dream. It's just a dream…A dream… A…Dream…"

"Mr. Kirkland! I will not tell you again, wake up or I will have to give you detention." Miss Héderváry slams a ruler on Arthurs' desk and he wakes up with a start.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't really sleep last night."

"Well since you seem to have time to sleep in my class. Why don't you take the poem assignment I gave everyone yesterday and read it? Remember, it is a poem you think describes you and your life."

Arthur politely nods his head and walks to the front of the classroom.

"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view."

A/N: this chapter just did not want to be written. Sorry for the wait. I had to go out and buy things for an American Cultures project. I hope I get another chapter done tonight. I try to have at least two a day. R & R dudes.