Joey and Mokuba arrived at the park. It was a nice day, the breeze was blowing and kids were everywhere, it was spring break after all. Joey looked out over the lake. It seemed so distant. The last time he was here he had laid back, ready to end his life. He had been determined that day that he would never again see the sun. That he would die alone in his apartment after been beaten to death by his drunken father. He gave a sad smile, the park would always be something to him, it was a little more than a recreational spot. He looked over to the black haired boy besides him. Mokuba looked up smiling,
'So what do you want to do first, Joey?' The blond looked around,
'Ice cream?'
'Sure!' he walked paces behind the kid who was now running to the closest vendor. He smiled feeling sorry for the unlucky work force who had to deal with them. When they arrived Mokuba had already asked the vendor about what ice cream was available and seemed to be arguing about which flavour was better, chocolate, fudge or mint. Joey smiled at the guy who was trying his best not to annoy the kid.
'Um, I'll just have strawberry please.' Joey smiled at the guy who seemed thankful for the interruption. 'Moki, what are you having?' the vendor looked nervous again.
'Um, I'll have a triple scoop, one of each. If he doesn't know what flavour is best, I'll decide for myself.' Joey watched the relieved vendor as he placed each ball into the cup. They walked away, Mokuba sampling a little of each as they walked towards a bench.
'I think mint is the best. It's refreshing.' Joey smiled at the youth, who was now shovelling in spoons of the green stuff.
'I guess so, however I think berry ice cream and strawberry is also really nice.'
'We'll have to get some next time.' Mokuba looked up, resting his head on Joey's shoulder. 'You know, it's really nice spending the day with someone other than myself. I mean, I love Seto, but he's always so busy. I'm glad you're here.' Joey ruffled the black locks,
'Me too kid, me too.'
As they looked out over the pond enjoying their ice creams Joey felt a hand on his shoulder, his body suddenly turning rigid.
'You.' The leather like voice boomed behind him, Joey's breath hitched. Fuck. Mokuba turned around confused. 'You little bastard, do you not think I'd know?'
'Joey, who is this?' The younger looked the man over, Joey's eyes going wide.
'You mean you didn't tell this fuckin' runt who I am?' the older man sneered at Mokuba, 'I'm his dad, kid, now fuck off. We got business.' Mokuba stared at the man, who the fuck was he talking to, the youngest opened his mouth to speak, but Joey raised his hand.
'It's ok, Mokuba, you can go home, go home, and don't come back. I'll be fine, honestly.'
'But Joey…'
'Trust me, you're brother wouldn't want you here, you don't wanna disappoint him.' With angry, weeping eyes, Mokuba stood up, and ran. He didn't know why Joey didn't want him, but something was wrong. Very wrong. Joey never let anyone take that kind of tone with him. He ran home as fast as he could, he needed his brother and he needed him quickly.
'So, you thought you could run away, eh, kid?' Joey turned to face his father, who towered above him.
'No, I was staying at a friend's. They needed a babysitter and I offered.'
'I told you no fucking jobs.'
'I'm not getting paid.'
'That's fucking worse. You're a slave.' Joey felt a tight grip on his collar. 'You lower yourself to be a fucking slave? What a disgrace. You don't deserve to be my son, you don't even deserve to be alive.' Joey's hands reached to pull the arms away from him, but it was no use, his father was to strong. Joey gasped as he felt himself land on the floor, hitting his back and his head. 'I'm going to fucking kill you, you're a disappointment, you destroyed our family's good name, you don't deserve the oxygen you steal.' Joey felt a blow to his ribs, and he rolled into a ball. He needed to defend himself somehow. But it was no use. The blows kept coming to his head, his back, his legs. Couldn't anyone see? Couldn't anyone stop him? His father was a big man, it was likely no one wanted to stop him.
Joey felt sick, this might actually be it. He might actually die here. Right now. This would be his last day. All he could think of was Kaiba and Mokuba, how he'd have left them without a goodbye. Would they miss him? Would they even care? Joey didn't know. He told his mind he didn't want to know, his world was fading into black, and there was nothing he could do…
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hey!
Was really hard to write this chapter, Antony kept asking questions such as
'Is it Yaoi?'
'Is that meant to say Kaiba?'
'Is he gonna fuck Mokuba?'
'Last question…' (3 times he said that.)
'Do you wanna see my ass?' (he then showed it me)
He also did a dance with my hat and sang.
Yeah he's drunk. He's now doing para para for carmelldansen on his own and cant even stand. Bless.
Anyway, please R&R
Much love
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