Note: XD honeslty, I wrote this two hours after seven...but I waited to upload it. Why?
Because I generaly get more views when I wait, and im a view whore XD sorry, its the truth.
^_^ So please, enjoy this...
XD GOD this chapter is short...Sorry, please dont kill me ok?
My grammar nazi, I mean best friend and proof reader kiddy, says alot happens in this chapter, but I dont think so...Hmm...^_^ Tell me for yourself in the reviews!
"Done?" Roxas looked his reflection over. He was surprisingly…Handsome.
The reflection nodded happily, his porcupine-esque locks bouncing with his head.
"Yea, I'm done! Can you believe it! Sorry it took so long…" he nervously rubbed the back of his head.
It still weirded Roxas out that his reflection in a mirror could move. Move.
You know, like a human being…But in a mirror…not doing what his reflectee was doing.
Roxas let out a sigh, "I'm glad to see you…But…" He look down at his feet, pondering on what to say next.
The reflection bent down, quite the strange sight since he is 2-D, "But what Roxas?"
Looking back up, Roxas groaned, "Dad…What am I going to do about dad?!"
"Doesn't he pull this kind of stuff all the time?"
"Yea but…I don't know, this time feels different. And now he thinks I'm gay!" Roxas waved his hands frantically, trying to prove a point.
Sitting on his floor crossed legged, the reflection looked up at Roxas, "Why?"
For the next fifteen minutes, Roxas laid on his bed, and regaled the entire story about Hayner, Riku, and that creepy cashier at the 7-11 to his reflection.
Yeah, he was soooo not losing his mind.
Just as he was finishing his story, Roxas heard a loud bang, followed by a smash of a bottle on his door.
"Where the fuck is that boy!?" He heard his father slur.
He was cursing the fact he didn't get into a car wreck.
"I don't like swearing, you should tell him that." The reflection noted as Roxas bolted off his bed, looking for either something to push in front of the door, or somewhere to hide.
As Roxas was starting to contemplate jumping from his two-story high window, his door burst open, revealing his way-too-intoxicated father.
"There you are you faggot" His father slurred, putting way too much emphasis on 'faggot'.
Roxas waved his hands at his father, trying to signal for him to stop charging at him and to cool down, "No dad really! I'm not gay!!"
A bottle flew past Roxas, out his broken window, onto the street, "Don't lie to me anymore boy!"
"Really! Honest! I am not lying! Why would I li-"
Roxas' words were cut off as his fathers hands wrapped around his neck.
"What did I do wrong!? I raised you right! I taught you to be strong and honest! And you lie to me! You fucking lie to me!" Cloud's grip was becoming tighter, as Roxas' vision began to blur.
Roxas tried to kick Cloud in the stomach, but his limbs failed him as the oxygen to his brain was straining.
Why was he doing this to his child?
How could someone say they loved you, then do this?
Roxas wished this was the first time he had been choked by his father.
He remembered the first time, he was nine.
He had left his skateboard in the living room, he had just got it.
Cloud tripped over it, drunk off his ass, and attacked his only son.
Roxas never left his skateboard in the living room, or anywhere near his father, again.
But what could he do this time? He wasn't gay, he wasn't lying, and he hadn't done anything wrong!
There was nothing he could not do again to learn from this.
"Why…" Cloud's voice was straining, like he was holding something back, "Wont…" Roxas hardly saw it, his vision was going black, "You…" But he did see it, "DIE!?"
His father was sobbing. He did really hate Roxas that much? Was he crying that he couldn't kill his only son? That he couldn't kill the only part of Aeris he had left?
He dropped his son to the floor, burying his face in the hands that had just tried to kill his son, and sobbed.
He was crying.
Not something Roxas saw often.
Roxas would have been more sympathetic over his shaking and sniffling father, if he hadn't been so busy catching his breath and rubbing his neck.
He considered going to school tomorrow, just to get away.
The boys laid there. Father crying on the floor in a heap of self pity, son curled up, leaning on the wall, knees hugged to his chest, praying that his father would suffer a heart attack and leave him alone.
Besides his fathers untimely death, Roxas wished this wasn't the first time he lived out this scene.
"He's a cold person…" Roxas' reflection told him, they both knew his father couldn't hear him.
"Such a cold…cold person…"
Roxas stood up, rubbed his neck, and walked over to his bed, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, he's a terrible person! He just choked his only son!"
Roxas scoffed, "Wouldn't be the first time, probably won't be the last…"
"Well I want it to stop…You're a good person Roxas, who cares if you like other boys?"
Roxas gave his reflection his best death glare, "I'm not gay…"
Laughing, making Roxas feel even more crazy, his reflection looked at him, eyes burning holes into Roxas' soul, "How do you know? You've never kissed a girl, but then again, you've never kissed a guy. Besides it doesn't matter, you're you, no matter what right?"
He hated how much sense his mirror could make.
He also hated how crazy he felt.
But he felt something besides the crazy this time. He felt warm. Happy.
Like he had a friend.
Pretending to ignore what he said, Roxas asked, "Are we friends?"
A small pause, "Well yea, of course we are silly head!"
Roxas had realized his father passed out long ago, sucking on his thumb, "Silly head? God, for someone I'm making up, you sure are different…"
"You are not making me up Roxas."
"Okay, then where do you come from?"
A creepy little giggle, followed by, "You'll see…Soon enough…"
Roxas was going to burst out in anger at his reflection, considering today's events, but his voice was frozen in his throat.
A hand was on his leg.
Before he could register what happened, he was on the floor again, and his father was standing over him, a foot resting on Roxas' chest.
"I hate you son…" His eyes welled up with tears once more, "I hate you so much…You took her away from me…And you sit here…every fucking day…" He jabbed a finger toward Roxas on the word 'day', "And you act like you don't remind me of her! All you ever what is attention, and you just sit there and you look like her and…" He wasn't even trying to hide the tears anymore, "And you just remind me everyday that you took her from me…And all you want is more!" He slammed a fist down in Roxas' chest, bringing him to a laying position on his son, spitting in his face as he continued, "All you do is take from me! All you do is take and you remind me of her!" He punched Roxas in the face, hard as he could, which at this point wasn't that hard since he was crying and drunk, "Why…didn't you just die…"
His father was sobbing uncontrolled now, so Roxas pushed him off.
Getting up, Roxas shook his head. He hated the smell of various alcohols on his father's breath.
Especially when they were that close to him, unable to escape.
Watching his father cry in the fetal position on his floor, Roxas thought about his life.
Why was he such a coward? Why doesn't he just stand up to his father, the way he did to Hayner today?
And why did his neck still hurt?
He got up to check himself out in the mirror, late to realize he would have to use the bathroom one.
"Are you ok…Your necks bleeding…so is your mouth…" His reflection pointed out the obvious.
Roxas could taste it.
Roxas was used to this taste…Far to used to that taste for his own sanity.
Roxas let out a sigh, "I know…"
Roxas had to sleep on the couch that night, after he bandaged this wounds. His father had dug his nails into his neck, fairly deep.
His father had taken up residence on Roxas' floor, where he would most likely spend the rest of the night.
As Roxas lay on his mildew/mold smelling couch, watching his old TV with a rerun of 'scrubs' on, he remembered something.
His arm.
He rolled up his sleeve, looking at the scab that was starting to form.
"That dream…How did it…" Roxas was talking to himself, he had gotten used to the mirror replying, he almost forgot he was in the wrong room.
He sighed and laid his head onto the pillow. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Glancing at the clock, he noted it was only seven thirty. He could go to school, he would get enough sleep.
But that would mean explaining all the cuts and bruises from Hayner and dad.
He had a feeling 'I fell off my skateboard' wouldn't cut it this time.
Author Note: Lame note name, I know. And I promise! The Roxas abuse is pretty much done. ^_^ So momentai everyone!
XD And yes kiddy, you can feel off something...(I acidenlty put "feel" Instead of "fell" in the last sentance and she made fun of me)
So yea, please review, fav, and alert! ( I took out the 'or' because I want them all XD)
Sora...necklace...still not here...
