Chapter 6

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First off, I would like to thank you for all of the reviews and ideas. I've been busy, first I had to go to summer school to World Geo out the way, then I was force to get a job. How wrong is that?! (A/N: I really dislike world geography! Too much homework...) Anyways I finally got around to updating, hope you like it!

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People killing, People dying,
Children hurting, children crying,
Can you practice what you preach,
or would you turn the other cheek....
Father, Father, Father, help us,
send some guidance from above,
cause people got me got me questioning
where is the love?






So here we all are in the car on our way to the resort thing. Now don't get me wrong, I do usually like going on trips that involve me going away from home, but what I didn't realize was that I had to room with these people 24/7. Originally my mom had planned it so I could have a room to myself, but Kari brought a friend and I had to give it up for them. It's not that I'm mad about giving up my room, it's that I have no privacy, what if someone walked in on me? I've already figured out what I have to do. It will be hard, but I'll just stop doing... you know, while I'm here, problem solved right.

Anyways, as of now we are all stuffed in a van my 'parents' should I say rented. I was sitting in the back left against the window. The scenery was nice, but boring. All we did was pass fields, trees and some occasional hills. Once in a while we went through a small town. The older people were sitting up front and the younger people, us, were sitting in the back. My mom said it was because we 'needed to stay out of grown folk business' or something like that. I still don't know exactly what she meant by that. I had just woken up from a rather peaceful sleep because the grown ups decided that singing road trip songs would be such a 'wonderful' idea.

I looked at them like they were crazy and decided against saying something. I would only get in trouble anyways. The van was not the normal van. The seats were rather large, that two people could actually sleep on them. To the right of me sat/ laid Tk. He had fallen asleep with his head on his pillow and was leaning against the other window. Tai and Matt were in the seat in front of us, I hadn't heard anything from them in a while so I just assumed they were sleep. Kari and her friend were near the grown ups playing some kind of game. I turned the volume on my head phones up and took out my song book. Might as well write while I'm on the road.

'FLASH'

I paused my song and lifted my head. "Who just took a picture?" I asked. I didn't have to wait long, I saw the camera in Kari's hand. Her friend was laughing behind her.

"Don't they just look so cute!" Kari said as she flashed another picture towards the two unsuspecting boys.

I looked over the seat and saw Matt and Tai sleeping, which had confirmed my earlier thought. What would you expect on a long trip?

"Why are you taking pictures of them sleep?" I asked not really seeing why they would want pictures of people sleeping.

She laughed and then whispered, "Blackmail. When we get there, just hope that you aren't the first one to fall asleep." Kari said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She went back to her seat, and from what I could tell start discussing there evil plans for the person who fell a sleep. I always knew she had a bad streak.

I turned on my music and went back into my own little world. I was in the process of writing my newest song. Brian told me that we had to sing two songs, one we had written and one by another artist to see if we could adjust to different styles of music. I think I should get some sleep now while were on the road, I don't think I would want to be the first one to fall asleep. It looks like it's going to be a long night.

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(Dream/Memory)

"Were am I?" Davis voice echoed. "This seems... familiar." Davis found himself in the long winding hallways of his school. An aurora of bright silverish lights blinded his vision. Then suddenly the scene changed and he ended up standing in the doorway to the classroom, overlooking the students, even himself.

"I remember this." Davis talked in his strange dream voice, you know the type you usually hear in a movie when the character is reliving a past dream. "What am I doing here?" Davis asked himself confused. "This was a couple of weeks before we went on christmas break. Why did I have to dream this, I hated this day alot... and still do. No one seems to understand, especially not that nosy ass teacher." He walked into the back and sat down on one of the tables in the back. He tried to talk to one of his friends, but he couldn't see him or hear him. He leaned against the wall and watched the scene.

"Everyone, listen up and get in your seats. Today I would like to inform you of a situation and the positive results of getting help. Hotu, will you please come up here." The teacher said. A boy with black hair and green eyes suddenly stood up and walked to the front.

"You know you don't have to do this right?" Mr. Kakito told him as he took a seat near his desk

"It's ok, I believe they should know. They can try to prevent it from happening to them and it will teach them that this kind of thing happens to everyday people." Hotu replied.

"Ok, I have a few rules first. During Hotu's story, I don't want any rude comments. Treat him with respect none of you know how hard it is to speak about something like this. Second, hold all of your questions until the end, and third reframe from joking and laughing. This is a serious situation." Mr. Kakito said while glancing at Davis, letting him know that the rules applied to him too. " Maybe it will teach you all to be grateful for the lives you lead today. We will also be attending a program in the Auditorium in about an hour. Hotu, if you will." Mr. Kakito ended.

Hotu sat down in the chair placed in the center of the room for him. He took a deep breathe then began his story.

"It happened over summer vacation, my parents were going out of town for a week. My parents are good people, they would never put me in danger purposely. Anyways, my Aunt and Uncle, who I had me like once throughout my whole life were arranged to take me in that week. Seriously, it was like a week from H-E double hockey sticks. The first day I got there it was ok, I got weird vibrations from my uncle but shrugged it off as nothing."

"A couple of hours into my visit, my aunt said she had to work leaving me with my uncle. If I could have taken that next moment back, I would have. His excuse was, I was taking the family fortune away from his family. I forgot to mention he had a son, but he was away at college. We were sitting at the kitchen table when she left. He gave me that lame excuse and then proceeded to hit me. I was so shocked. I knew my family was wealthy, but not to the point that my own uncle would get jealous of me. Once I got over the shock, I ran towards the front door. I out ran him and ended up in some kind of alley. I had a black eye and forming bruise on my stomach and arms."

"When I got back...*sniff* h..he was there waiting for me." Hotu said stopping a moment to compose himself.

Seeing how this boy was a close friend to the teachers family, Mr. Kakito got up and gave the boy a tissue. He gathered the young boy in his arms and comforted him until he settled down. The teacher then pulled away and sat back in his desk letting the boy finish his story.

"I don't wanna drag this story out, so I'll give you the short version. I came back, he beat the crap out of me for running away, spraining my wrist. He got out a knife and scarred my stomach. Though, that was the only time he used a knife. That whole week when my aunt left for work, he would turn into abusive uncle. I knew there had to be more of a reason for my treatment. I was really beginning to think that I had done something wrong."

"The second to last night I was there, I went into his room while he was away. I knew I was searching for something, except I didn't really know what it was. I tried to open up the bottom drawer near his bed, but it was locked. Me being an excellent lock pick, I just picked the lock. So then I opened it and found tons of weed, needles and other drugs that I did not even know of. He's going to kill himself with this I thought when I first saw it. I closed the drawer and began to leave the room. That's when I heard the front door open. From the sound of the boots I knew my uncle had returned and I had just enough time to hide."

"Needless to say I was caught and the beating started. My uncles pupils were dilated and I could tell he had done something before he came home. He threw me into the living room and against a wall. I was lucky though. For the first time ever, my aunt came home early along with my parents who had came from their trip a day early. My dad knocked out his brother in law and my mom called the police. They talked with my aunt while I was in the car. They also took me to the hospital so I could get my wounds fixed up."

"I just want to tell you all that I did not think a thing like this could happen to me. You see it on tv and sympathize with the kids on it. Though it tends to leave your mind the next second and you never think about it again. But I am living proof that abuse can happen to people you go to school with. I mean who knows, somebody besides me in this school might be getting abused besides me and is to afraid to tell." The black haired boy finished and looked around at the class.

"Thank you Hotu for sharing your story, class do you have any questions for Hotu." Mr. Kakito asked looking around the room seeing several hands pop up.

"Um, you over there." Hotu said pointing towards a red haired boy near the front center. The boy took his hand out of the air and thought a moment about the question he was going to ask.

"What did your parents do when you got home, did they get any weirder around you?" The boy asked looking at Hotu for an answer.

Hotu thought about it. "No, not really. They were really protective of me a while after it happened, come to think of it, they still slightly are. I know my parents just don't want something like that to happen again."

"How about you." Hotu said pointing to a girl with long black hair and glass.

"I wanted to know, did you ever get depressed after it happened and what gave you the courage to tell us this?"

"Well, I did not really get depressed, though I was upset for a while. I just put it all behind me. For the second question, I want normal kids to actually know something like this happens to real people. Some could even be people you know. Heck, there could be some others in this class besides me this happened to, but we'd never know. I'm one of the few that is willing to tell my story to give people knowledge about this situation and to remind them not to take their lives for granted." Hotu ended.

Mr. Kakito interrupted. "Hotu, pick one more, were almost out of time."

"Okay. What about you." Hotu said pointing to Davis.

"So, it only lasted a week huh." The teacher had a look on his face like 'oh no here it comes.' After your encounter, did you find yourself wanting to cause yourself pain for being so weak. Also during your visit, did he beat you til' the brink of death or until you wanted him to just kill you?" Davis asked starring at Hotu's surprised face expectantly.

"N..no, he didn't beat me until the brink of death, but what he did was wrong none the less!" Hotu replied getting defensive.

"Hey, no need to get all up tight about it, it was just a question. Though, If you didn't feel like that, then he must not have beaten you all that bad."

"What are you trying to say that I'm lying or something!" Hotu raised his shirt. " Look I have the scar on my stomach when he used the knife!" He said placing his shirt back down.

"Dude, chill out. Damn, it was just a statement, if you can't take it the don't let people ask questions. I'm not saying that any type of abuse is right, I'm just saying your lucky that you got a some what gracious uncle. There are other kids out there that aren't as lucky as you were and have killed themselves or want to be killed. Just be lucky you weren't one of them." Davis said sitting back down in his seat. Hotu also sat back down.

"Davis, what you said was uncalled for, how can you understand a situation you've never been in? I know for a fact that none of you all are homeless or hungary out on the streets. By right I think you owe him an apology, do you know how hard this could be on someone?" The teacher asked.

'No, I have no friggin' idea about how someone could live like that. Oh, well maybe be if you count the fact that I... AM one of those people.' Davis wanted to say that but decided against it and remained silent.

"...."

"That's what I thought, now apologize for being so rude to Hotu."

"Mr. Kakito, Davis wasn't really being rude he was just stating his opinion like everyone else did." Hotu said surprisingly taking up for Davis.

"Hotu, I am sorry for being rude about the way that I said it, but I don't take back what I said." Davis told him.

"See, now it wasn't all that hard was it. When you get home tonight you'll be in your nice warm house with your family feeling better that you apologized." The teacher said smiling sincerely.

"No offense or anything, but how would you know?" 'You got your head stuck so far up your ass that... no can't say that' "Maybe you shouldn't stereotype people so much. You don't know half of what you think you know."

"THAT'S IT!" Davis had finally wore the teachers thin patience off. "I will not tolerate this behavior from a student, I'm calling your parents, what is your phone number?"

'Is this man kidding, or is he just plain stupid. He knows I'm not going to give him the right number.' "My home number is (321)-654-9876." Now if he's smart he'll see what I did. He he!

"You know what never mind, I'll just look it up and inform your parents that you were being a disruption to the class."

"Cousin, you really don't have to do that, Davis wasn't all that bad." Hotu said speaking up once again, but this time his was seated in his desk.

"He needs to be taught a lesson and I intend to get this through his skull. Now we are going to that D.A.R.E assembly. Everyone stick together and head to the auditorium. Davis, you can be expecting a call tonight." The teacher said and the he exited the room.

The dream flashed again brining the Davis sitting on the table in the back to his house. Let me remind you, that this is a long ride. So anyways Davis sees the other Davis picking up the phone.

"Hello." Davis answered monotone. He had just woken up from a nap he so rightfully deserved.

"Davis, is that you, this is Mr. Kakito, are one of your parents available?"

'Hell no!' Davis thought. Um no... not at the moment, see you at school!" Davis said quickly. He then did the only thing he could think of, he hung up. He then took the phone wire out of the wall disconnecting it and did the same with the next phone. Now he can't call back.

*I was so dumb, I thought my father would not find out, man was I wrong.* Real Davis thought.

Another bright silverish light flashed and he was still at his house, except his father was there now. " I got a call from your teacher the other day at work, and why did you disconnect all of the phones. Were you thinking that I wouldn't FIND OUT! *slap.* Dis 'ruppen a class, yo' stupid ass should be listenin, maybe you would LEARN something! Just remember, this is for your own good. You will learn respect, even if I have to beat it into you."

*It had taken the teacher about a month to actually reach his father, a month after the whole talk. The class already back to normal.*

Then the scene changed yet again, but this time it had fazed out and he appeared in his classroom again. The slap was the only hit Davis got on his face which had already disappeared. The rest of the bruises were covered by mounds of clothing.

"I can see calling your father truly did help a bit, there is still stuff we need to work on. Though, your not as hotheaded as you usually are. I'm glad for that. Anyways, your dismissed, you may leave now." The teacher said.

'Please, you would be quite too after you just got the sh** kicked out of you. I there was something I didn't want, I was for him not to call my father again. I mean regular beatings are bad, but this time I had to go to like a local doctor to get my arm set and stitches. I had told them I got in a hit and run accident and luckily they believed me.'

*Not another flash.* The real Davis said as he was once again placed into another memory. Except this time it was a happy memory. His mother and father were sitting on the couch smiling while he and Jun unwrapped christmas presents. He was around 7 years old around found that I received the fire truck he had always wanted.

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(Dream End)

"I like the red fire truck...." Davis murmured.

"Wake up dummy!" Tk said whacking him upside the head with his pillow seeing how shaking his shoulder wasn't working.

"Wha..? Hey! What's the deal Ts!" Davis said grabbing Tk's pillow from him and hitting him with it.

"Stop it." Tk said. "Geez I was trying to was you up for the past five minutes, so I thought I would take a different approach."

"Oh." Davis said as he dropped the pillow.

"I was trying to tell you that we're here. Didn't you notice that there was no one else in the van besides us?"

"No, not really.." Davis replied looking towards the front.

"Well, that doesn't matter, come on everybody's in the lobby. We're about to go get our rooms." Tk said as he opened the van door to get out.

The first thing to meet Davis eyes was the bright, almost to bright sun. He groaned and reached to grab his cd player out of the van. He assumed they would probably come back to get their stuff later once they got a room. Davis followed Tk into the resort. To say the least, this place was very fancy. It had a huge chandelier in the middle of the floor with a group of spaced out couches surrounding it. He looked upstairs and sat a man playing the piano with a few people sitting and eating, considering it was a restaurant. It was the nicest place he had ever been in.

Once the group was checked in, they headed back to the van to drive over to the cabins they had rented.

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TG101

Ok, that was part one of the camping trip, they have just arrvived. Hope ya'll enjoyed it, remember to R/R!