Chapter Twelve: It's Not Tuesday, But That's Okay

"Mi hijo, despiértate…" the dark looming figure whispers into the slumbering child's ear. The boy's eyes slowly open and take in his surroundings before he realizes that his wrists are tied to the wooden headboard of his bed, and panic start to bubble in his stomach as he tries to make out his father's facial features while tugging on the bindings.

"¿Que pasa papa?" he asks quietly, blinking owlishly while looking up at his father, the man simply shakes his head, his hand caressing the boy's exposed thigh and making the small child recoil slightly at the strange tough.

"Nada mi hijo," the man whispers, and the boy looks around his room, only to see someone else standing at the foot of his bed, the hallway light shinning into the room and darkening the man's features as it outlines his body with a strange orangey glow.

"¿M-mi mama?" the boy whimpers, fear settling in his core and branching out, his brain sending his body signals that he was in danger though he had trouble understanding why. This was his father, he would never hurt him.

"Se fue a la casa de la tía por el fin de semana…" his father answers just at the other dark figure climbs onto the bed, the closer he gets the more the boy can see his face and he realizes that it's his uncle who's been living with them for years. Surely his uncle wouldn't hurt him either.

The boy's eyes go wide as his uncle pulls the sheets away from his body, exposing his thin body, the light from the hallway still shinning brightly into the room. The tiny boy looks questioningly at his father, his throat going dry as his uncle touches his legs, rough calloused fingers gliding along his skin and leaving a sickening feeling on the boy's soft thighs.

"¿Que están haciendo?" he asks, his voice shaking with fear but his father just shakes his head and tells him to be quiet, or else he'll wake up his little sister. The boy shuts his mouth, not wanting to cause trouble but when his uncle begins undressing him, he squirms and tries to pull away.

"¿T-tío…que…que haces?" the boy asks, squeezing his legs together and twisting away, trying not to let his uncle undress him. That wasn't right, why was he doing this?

"Quédate quieto niño," his father hisses and tugs the boy's face in his direction by his hair, making the small child's eyes water as he looks up at his father, his uncle pulling off his shorts and exposing him to the cold air in the room. The boy feels tears filling his eyes as he is forced to look at his father.

"N-No me gusta," he cries, fear making him cry loudly as his uncle touches him in places his mother had told him no one was supposed to touch. He kicks his legs around furiously; trying to get his uncle to stop but the man simply grunts and grips his calves, pushing his legs up till his knees touch his chest.

The boy begins to tug against the ropes, the soft flesh on his wrists burning as he twists his arms around trying to free them from the hold. Then his entire world freezes as he feels something forced into his body, his eyes going round as his mouth opens to scream out but his father muffles his cries with his hand, watching as the other male slides into the tiny body. The boy squirms, as tears stream out of his eyes, pain rippling through him and he tugs harder against the bindings only succeeding in making them dig deeper into his thin wrists, "Déjenme, salgan de mi cuarto!" the boy screams, his tears choking him.

"Cállate!" his father hisses as the boy keeps screaming into his heavy palm, it's suffocating him but he keeps screaming and tugging against the ropes that are holding him in place. He screams for his sister, for his big brother, for anyone to save him but no one comes. He can feel a warm liquid sliding down his arms and leaking onto the bed, he's too afraid to check if it's blood.

He feels his uncle leave his body, a disgusting feeling between his legs mixing with the immense pain ripping him in half, and when he hears his father unbuckle his belt, his eyes go round and he shakes his head.

"N-No mas, por favor…no papa," he cries out, screaming until his throat feels raw but his father doesn't listen.

~*~

I wake up screaming, my eyes filled with tears and my entire face feels wet. I blink once I'm sitting up right and realize that I'm in a hospital room. The too white walls definitely don't belong to my bedroom, and the rough itchy sheets thrown over my legs aren't mine. I look around crazily, my heart beating much too quickly and I scream again because I'm scared…why am I here?

I feel the needle that's stuck in my hand and I look down at it, blinking the tears out of my eyes as I grip the plastic tube connected to it. With one harsh tug, I rip the I.V out of my vein painfully and look around panting, the heart monitor beeping loudly as I swing my legs over the edge of the mattress and unclip that blood pressure thing from my finger tip. That really makes the machine squeal and when I try to get out of bed my legs feel like jelly. I wriggle on my feet, stumbling towards the door and tugging it open with a desperate pull. I need to get out of here!

A nurse is standing in the exit way when I manage to swing the door open, looking like he just ran a marathon and when he sees me, his eyes widen and I hear Reno shouting from down the hallway, his boots stomping and creating too much noise for a hospital. The nurse tries to lead me back to the bed but I refuse and I try to hit him, why am I here in the first place?

He struggles with me, trying to stop my weak attempts at landing a punch until Reno appears and I slump against the nurse's body, my eyes still streaming tears and I don't know why I'm crying. Reno rushes over and pulls me away from the nurse and towards the bed, holding me up against him. I plop down on it, completely drained though I didn't really move much.

"Why am I here?" I ask as the nurse looks at my irritated hand, the hole where the I.V was is swelling and looks too red against my pale skin.

"Did you rip out your I.V?" the nurse asks and I blush before nodding my head, he makes a disapproving noise in his throat and pulls away saying something about going to get the doctor and being back shortly. Reno waits for the man to leave before he turns to look at me worriedly.

"You had me scared half to death kiddo," he says and I look at him confusedly and he sighs.

"Don't you remember yo? You passed out at school on Tuesday," he says and I look at him like he's crazy, at least I know I wasn't in the psyche ward or something but wait…isn't it still Tuesday?

"And no little dude, it ain't still Tuesday, it's freaking Friday night yo," Reno says with glassy eyes and I gawk at him, staring because I've never seen Reno close to crying before. Reno looks at me tired and I realize he's probably been running between the hospital, home and his work all week basically.

"Sorry," I say quietly and he open-palm smacks me on the back of the head, I grin up at him while he scowls, his mouth twitching in a feeble attempt to hide his smile.

"You had us scared, the doc said if you didn't wake up in 48 hours then they didn't know when you'd wake up…comas are apparently like that yo," Reno says and I frown, realizing he had said us.

"By us…who do you mean?" I ask and my question is answered when the door opens and Roxas walks in, still wearing his football uniform and I look at him shocked. "Any news Reno?" he asks and when he looks up, I see face streaked with mud and his uniform covered in grass stains. His eyes light up when he sees me awake and he rushes over, dropping his helmet which lands on Reno's toe, the man yelps in pain and stumbles over to a chair.

"You're awake!" he shouts happily and I stare at him lost and confused, Reno chuckles before explaining to me that Roxas has been staying at the hospital with me during the night after school. I stare at him with wide eyes and he smiles softly at me, simply staring back.

"Fuck, I thought you'd never wake up," he breathes out and plops tiredly onto an armchair pulled close to the bed. "I didn't know how much longer my spine could take being hunched over you without snapping," he says with a smile and my tongue is just frozen in my mouth.

"H-How'd the game go?" Is all I can bring myself to ask and Roxas seems to glow; his smile is just spurting pride and joy, right away I know they won.

"It was awesome! You should have seen me man, Tidus was all like 'Roxas!' and I was half way across the field but I heard him and I had to turn and sprint cause he had already thrown the ball and I made it just in time, totally slid right into the end zone!" he shouts excitedly and Reno just stares at him looking incredibly bored, like Roxas has been sport-talking him to death while I was asleep and I try and show interest. Roxas though, is too smart for his own good and notices our boredom.

"Alright, I'll stop with the football talk," he says and rolls his eyes; I feel a twinge of pity and apologize.

"Sorry Rox, I'm glad you won," I say and he seems to choke on his spit before smirking at me and I feel myself almost blush.

"Mr. Martinez?" a deep voice from the door draws everyone's attention towards the doctor, standing there with a bright smile as he walks over.

"I'm glad to have you join us," he says with a chuckle as he reads over the papers on his clip board, Roxas scoots away from the bed a bit and gives the man some space as he walks closer to me.

He picks up my injured hand gingerly and examines the wound I inflicted, shaking his head and looking at me with those disapproving eyes.

"I can't say I'm surprised though, many patients wake up in shock, so this happens quite often. Let me just run a few tests, get you a band aid for that hand and we should have you out of here by tomorrow night," the doctor says before excusing himself and leaving the room with the nurse. I groan and flop back onto my pillows.

"I want to leave now," I say and Reno just shakes his head.

"You can't yo. You were passed out for the better part of a freakin' week," he says and stands up, stretching lazily before sighing.

"I have to get home, I'll be back tomorrow yo," Reno says and I smile, nodding my head. He probably has to shower and get things ready for work.

"I'll see you then," I say and he walks over to the bed, hugging me tightly.

"Get better bro," he says with a smile and leaves the room, looking at Roxas before closing the door. I look towards the blonde and he smiles.

"I met your brother the day I went to apologize, so it wasn't as awkward as you might think," he says with a shrug and I laugh softly before remembering something I had to say to Roxas.

"Hey…uhm…I forgive you," I say kind of pathetically and his eyes go wide, his mouth opening and just hanging there. "I wasn't as mad as I acted…I mean…It did hurt but…I like you too much to hate you," I mumble and Roxas stands beside my bed, just watching me with his eyes wide and sparkly.

"Oh, well…I'm glad," he says and scratches at the back of his head, a bright smile on his face when I look up at him. I smile a little then he snaps his head in my direction and glares at me. "If you like me so much, why were you making out with Demyx behind the school?" he asks angrily and I can see the jealousy on his face. I feel my eyes almost pop out of my head as the memories from Tuesday flood my brain and I remember just what lead to me passing out.

"Oh shit! He told me he likes me," I say out loud and Roxas glares at me, I can see him biting the inside of his cheek and he grumbles something under his breath. "What was that?" I ask and he looks out the window at the other end of the room.

"I…sort of…beat the shit out of him," He says with a shrug and I shoot up in bed, staring at him with wide eyes.

"You beat up Demyx!?" I shout and he shifts a little on the spot, chewing on his lip nervously.

"Yes," he says and I think it's the first time I've ever heard of Roxas personally going after someone. He usually sends other people to do it for him; he's never dirtied his hands with anyone else's blood.

"Why?" I ask dumbly and he stares at me like I'm stupid, his mouth in a straight expressionless line and he rolls his eyes.

"Because he was kissing you…and he was real into it too, he even had the nerve to come visit you," he growls and I shake my head, sighing.

"He visited me because he's one of my best friend Roxas! Please tell me you didn't hurt him," I ask, genuinely worried for the health of my friend and Roxas shrugs his shoulders.

"He's got two black eyes, but the swelling probably went down…I got him on Wednesday," he replies with a shrug and I feel a chuckle pass my lips.

"You're unbelievable," I say and he smiles at me, leaning over and kissing the tip of my nose sweetly making my stomach twist.

"So uhm, the party was rescheduled and it's on Sunday at Riku's, you still coming?" he asks and I shrug not really sure if I want to be in that house. I don't know how these popular types can just forget about the horrible things they all do to each other so easily.

"If you don't want to that's alright…we can go on a date instead?" he says softly and I blink a few times before smiling brightly. He just asked me out on a date.

"Sure, I'd love to," I say and he chuckles shooting me a glare.

"You're turning me into a sap Martinez," he grumbles, leaning over and kissing me on the lips softly, pulling away and just staring at my face. I shift on the bed a little uncomfortably because he's so close, he can see everything on my face and I don't know…I just feel so strange. "But you know what?" he asks, still close enough for me to feel his breath fanning over my lips as I shake my head, "I don't mind so much, crazy isn't it?" he straightens up and looks at me, his eyes filled with this odd warmth I've never seen in them and it makes me feel fuzzy on the inside.

"So…does this mean you like me?" I ask pathetically and he just chuckles, picking his helmet up off the floor and looking at his wrist watch.

"Yeah, it does," he says and sends me a smile before telling me I should get some rest because it's late. He kisses me good night and leaves me there lying in the hospital bed.

I'm actually really tired but the excitement of having him admit to liking me keeps me awake a while longer.

Roxas Anderson actually likes me.

A/N: Ahh Nosemilk (:

Horrible flash back in the begining...I'm sorry v___v
Oh and here's the translation:

"Mi hijo, despiértate…"
English: My son, wake up

"Q-Que pasa papa?"
English: W-what's wrong dad?

"Nada mi hijo,"
English: Nothing my son.

"¿M-mi mama?"
English: M-My mom?

"Se fue a la casa de la tía por el fin de semana…"
English: She went to your aunt's for the weekend

"¿Que están haciendo?"
English: What are you both doing?

"¿T-tío…que…que haces?"
English: U-Uncle...what...what are you doing?

"Quédate quieto niño,"
English: Stay still boy

"N-No me gusta,"
English: I don't like it

"Déjenme, salgan de mi cuarto!"
English: Leave me, get out of my room!

"Cállate!"
English: Shut up/Be Quiet

"N-No mas, por favor…no papa,"
English: N-No more, please...no dad.

Atleast Roxas finally comes around.

Good.

Thanks for reading (: