Joey saw his group of friends stood by the gates after the final bell had wrung. He jogged lightly to catch up with them, aware of his straining wounds. Yugi beamed seeing that the blond had shown up. They began walking towards the arcade.

Yami and Téa walked a few steps behind, with the latter of the two commenting on the blond's slight limp.

'So you don't think he fell?' Téa looked towards the taller tri coloured teen.

'Like hell he fell.' The former Pharaoh looked at the girl.

By the time the reached the arcade, Téa took Duke and headed to the DDR machine. Yugi dragged Joey over the fighting games, before putting some coins in, letting the game begin. They played for a good thirty minuets with Joey finally beating his smaller friend. While Yugi is the king of games, Street Fighter was a completely different story.

'Awh you win, again.' Yugi looked defeated. Joey smiled.

'Don't look so sad, Yug', I have to be good at something!' He patted the tri-coloured teens head, before glancing over to a clock. 'I gotta run! I gotta get everythin' done for when my dad gets home, sorry!' he ran off, waving goodbye to everyone. Everyone stared at the dashing blond, shaking their heads.

When Joey got home it was already 4.30. Fuck, he was running out of time. He ran upstairs and grabbed a badge before heading out again. Tonight was Tuesday. He worked as bar staff in a club. Yes, he was a minor, but no one needed to know that, and best of all, his friends where also minors, so they wouldn't find him. He dashed off, running his fingers through his hair as he did so, trying to tidy his appearance. When he arrived it was 6pm. The club was just opening. He hopped over the bar and watched as the lights went off and the strobes came on. Of all his jobs, this was his favourite. The music stopped him thinking, the place was lively and it was dark, so no one could see his scars. The night grew busier, the music louder and he found himself swaying his hips gently to the bassline until 3am rolled around and he was free to go home.

He walked steadily home, the early morning air refreshing in his lungs. As he reached the door, he gave a contented smile. He slipped his name badge into his pocket and opened the door. The shadow loomed before him once again.

'Where have you been.' It was a demand.

'With my friends, then for a walk…I guess I lost track of time…' I felt a sudden punch to his face, his right eye suddenly stung.

'You know good son of a bitch!' he felt his body fall to the floor, followed by blows to his head, back and legs. He curled into a ball to protect his ribs as he knew one blow to them would be enough to break them. He curled up tighter and tighter, the abuse becoming louder and louder. All noise faded into a distant hum, the pain was pulled from his body and he felt like a spectator. He watched from afar as his drunken lout of a father beat him mercilessly, and he watched as his own body shut down, unable to take any more pain, anymore suffering. He clenched shut his eyes for 5 painful minuets, before opening them soon enough to watch his vision turn to black.

The light blinded his eyes. He woke up, pain electrifying his body. He looked around, confused. The sun was only just rising, so he wasn't late yet. He came to his senses to notice he was laid in the hall, a small pool of blood besides him. He looked at it vacantly before the clock came to view. Fuck…7.30, he had to go. He hobbled to his room, wincing in pain, grabbing his school jacket. He left without looking at himself first, a mistake he would later regret…

Hey everyone.

A short chapter from me tonight, but I had to write something, I was in that kind of mood.

Anyway, remember the end of project X, I mentioned some guy had been abusing me? Anyway, I used my boyfriends profile to send him a kind message back. You can see this below. I just want you all to see why I was so annoyed at him insulting my use of language.

I also discovered he's a cosplayer. Not a very good one but oh well…at least he will have understood my 'binky boy' comment I made at him last time. The following message was posted on facebook…so yeah.

Anyway for anyone not reading (I don't expect you to, this guy just made my blood boil) please R&R the short chappy, as a much better one is next…more drama! OoOoO!

Much love,

AB x

Now then, the dumb blonde has something to say.

Firstly, I don't appreciate you're racist and xenophobic slurs at me. You might want to crack out the OED before I carry on, because I highly doubt a tiny mind like your own can comprehend what I am about to say.

Firstly, it's quite sad that a 22/23 year old man feels the need to send racist, abusive private messages to an 18 year old girl, and then make sure she has no way to defend herself or comment back. That's pathetic.

Secondly, I am not American. I do not live in America. While I might have Polish ancestry, I am native to Britain. Not only does that make it my native language but it also makes me a citizen. Did you see the spelling of that? Please do not comment on my use of English, when your own is obviously very flawed, to say the least.

Again, I never said whales where fish. I know that they are mammals, and maybe if you spent more time paying attention to English in grade school rather than to biology you would know that 'arrogants' is not a word. It's spelt 'arrogance' you illiterate moron and it is very different to 'ignorance'. While one person can show traits of both, for example, yourself, they are very different. Again, use the OED if you know what it is.

Finally, if you manage to read all of this, which I doubt you will, I strongly suggest you brush up on your language skills. It's shameful to have this pointed out to you by someone who's a dumb, 18 year old foreign, blond that doesn't know what a mammal is.

PS: Before you insult my English again, please take note I got 100% on my English paper last year, thank you.

For anyone confused, please see below, which features the unedited message I was sent on facebook.

'I can read, why can't you? Arrogants and ignorances is the same thing. You must be Polish to by your stupidity. And yes, they teach English is grade school, but I already knew English as I a a born citican Maybe you should have learned English better when you can to this country, so then you wouldn't have be confused enough when the teacher's talking so you could learn the different between a fish and a marine-mammal.'