Hey guys this is my first fanfic and I would really like it if you all could review and tell me what you think and i will put chapter two up soon.

"Get out, " she yelled. " Get out you bastard, I never want to see your face again!"

CRASH!

The shards of the broken vase lay on the ground after its encounter with the wall. A small boy of only ten coward in a corner of the his house trying his absolute best to make himself as small as possible almost as if he wanted to become part of the wall itself. Despite all his attempts to become the wall, he know in his heart that she would find him and when she did it would only end in pain for him.

Through eyes that were blurry form crying he could make out the women coming through the door of the living room. Oh, she was a beautiful women to those that saw her during the day in her thousand dollar suits and her beautiful dirty blond hair falling gracefully over her shoulders and her blue eyes that when looked upon felt as though they could look right through you. If only the people who worshiped the ground this millionaire and CEO of the largest company in town could see her now and how she treated her only son.

She stood in the door way her icy blue eyes sweeping over the room looking for the reason for all of her anger and misery and the reason that she would never love again. And just as she was about to leave she heard a soft whimper and stalked toward the sound and found her in the corner of the room behind the couch and let a sinster smile form on her lips as she saw the state her son was in. His hair was in disarray and his eyes were red and puffy from crying and as he looked up at his mother with pleading eyes that screamed at her to stop and not do what she was going to do. But she was going to do it because of HIM because of what HE did to her.

"Oh Demy, why are in the corner? Don't you want to see your mother?"

The boy looked up with pleading eyes and whispered, "Mother please, stop."

The women could only laugh at her son's feeble attempts to reason with her. She then spoke in a cold voice that held only resentment, " But Demy, I only want a hug."

The boy started to shake uncontrollably and began to cry even hard as his "mother" moved closer to him and through the moonlight that peaked through the only window in the room he saw that she was holding a large carving knife. Lightning and thunder broke through the house as the women flung herself on the boy and pinned him to the ground on his stomach and whispered in his ear as she tore his shirt off and…

"Nooo!" The sandy mullet haired teen screamed as he sat bult upright, gasping for breath having sweat rolling off his face. He placed his head between his knees as he wrapped his arms around himself to try and catch his breath.

How many years, he thought, how many years has it been since I last thought about that night?

"Demyx?"

The sound of his name made the blond turn and look at his lover. Said boy looked at the blond with concern swimming in his dark blue eyes and spoke with that concern resonating in his voice. "Are you okay?"

The blond nodded and gave his lover a small smile before answering, "Yeah, I'm okay, I was just thinking about the test we have tomorrow in math."

Although it was well known that Demyx was not the brightest in math and it often gave him much difficulty, Zexion know that that was no reason for him to wake up at three-thirty in the morning screaming, sweating and hyperventilating because of a math test that he know that he had helped his lover study for. So he continued to stare at Demyx in disbelief.

Seeing that his lie hadn't been believed, Demyx grabbed his small lover and kissed him sweetly on the lips to confirm that he was indeed okay. After he had released Zexion's lips he looked at the slated-haired boy and said, "I promise you, I'm fine. Now go back to sleep we have a big test tomorrow."

"Fine, but Dem I just want you to know that you can tell me anything." With that said he grabbed his lover and pulled him back into the bed and snuggled right up to his chest and closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.

Demyx put his arms around his sleeping lover and looked out at the window at the moon, and sighed he knew that one day he'd have to tell Zexion about his past but for now he just wanted to lay down and fall asleep and not have to think about THAT WOMEN, again. This time when Demyx closed his eyes he dreamed about the first time he had meet Zexion and how he had changed his life.