A/N: Trigger Warning! Sad stuff head. And yes, that is a legit trigger warning. There is nothing like coming to read a new chapter of your favorite fluffy fic and getting this massive pile of angsty angst instead. So you've been warned! Get ready for a (short) sad chapter!
Disclaimer: The story is mine but the characters are not!
I remember the worst day of my life.
"You faggot! You queer freak!"
Shouting, anger, lots of hitting. It shouldn't be okay to hit people with your words or your hands. Not Yami this time, though. It was worse than that.
"You're no child of mine! No wonder your mother died giving birth to an abomination like you!"
The accusations hurt much more than his punishing hands. It wasn't like my father had never hit me before, but he had definitely never spoken to me in such a way.
I hardly remember how he even found out. A misplaced comment by Ishizu about how the kids at school were treating me, I think.
She hadn't done it on purpose, it was just her regular inquiry when she came to visit (both she and Rishid had moved out by now).
If father hadn't been listening in, he might never have found out. It wasn't like I was bringing boys home with me at the age of thirteen. I hadn't even made it into high school yet.
At this rate, I wasn't going to.
"Father" -
"You –are –never –to –call –me –that –again! You are not my child!"
Each word punctuated by a blow. All I could do was cower on the floor and pray Ishizu got back from picking up Rishid soon.
The blows paused, and I risked a peek up. I only caught a flash of metal, but cold fear filled me.
"Don't! Don't father! Please!"
I was no stranger to father's beatings, but it seemed he had really snapped this time. Flipping over, I tried to scramble to my feet, but quickly found myself pinned to the ground.
A moment later there was a sharp pain across my back and then all I could hear was the sound of my own screaming.
I didn't hear the sound of the door opening, but it must have, because the next thing I knew, my screaming was joined by Ishizu's.
The memory is foggy with pain and noise, but someone, probably Rishid, hauled father off of me, while a hysteric Ishizu babbled into the phone.
Not too long later more people arrived, and I vaguely realized it must be the police, but I was in too much pain to think anything else.
In fact, all I knew for certain at that moment, was that the darkness was very comfortable and extremely inviting…
A/N: So, this where I strayed from canon more than I normally do. I realize that Marik should, canonically speaking, have a split personality/crazy older brother that kills their father at this point. BUT…I decided not to do that this time. For one thing, I already did that in "Perfect" so I couldn't use Mariku (though he is in this story, just not related to Marik!) but more importantly, if you kill your father, they don't just let you go back to school the next year like it's no big deal…kind of a problem for this story! Sorry for the sadness guys...I promise next chapter is happier? :)