Disclaimer- I only own the characters that don't appear in any of the video games mentioned in the first chapter...
Warnings- The mention of rape.
Well here it is the last chapter. -sniffs- I am so sad, it's been a long hard road to get here. I want to thank all of those who reviewed this story. And well there will be a sequel so look for it. It will be out in due time. -coughs- Enjoy this last chapter. xD
Chapter 8
Roxas walked through his front door door, looking around for any signs of his father. None were present. 'It looks like I'm safe.' He thought too soon, from inside the kitchen Kira called him.
"Roxas is that you?"
"Yes father." Roxas tried to walk to his room, he was at the bottom stair, when his father called again.
"Can you come in the kitchen for a minute?" The sound of chopping resonated throughout the house. "Now."
Roxas nodded to himself, then called out to his father. "Okay." Roxas made himself walk towards the kitchen, ecpecting the worst. Entering the kitchen, he leaned against the doorframe. "You called for me." He didn't dare come closer.
"Yes." Kira set his kitchen knife down, turning towards his son. A look appeared on his face, one that Roxas couldn't decipher. "I need you for something." He held out his hand, beckoning the other to come forward. "Come over here."
Recluntant, Roxas strode forward, not taking his hues off the man. When he was a good five feet away he stopped, waiting. "What do you want?" He said it slightly ruder, then what was allowed. Flinching, Roxas waited for the punch that would usually come.
"There is something I need you to do." Kira closed the gap between the two, instead of hitting his son like he usually would, he grabbed him by the back of his neck. Pulling him closer, he lifted Roxas' chin up forcefully. "Look at me."
Roxas did as he was told, opening a hue. Nothing happened for a few seconds, making him think he was off the hook, when Kira did something unexpected. He brought his face to Roxas, pressing his lips against the others. 'What the fuck is he doing?' Roxas thought to himself, grateful for any distraction. This was not the type of punishment he had in mind. Roxas' thought process didn't last long though, as Kira shoved his hand down his pants. Roxas gasped.
Kira pulled away grinning. "Did you like that, fag?" Pulling his hand out of Roxas' pants, he went back to his spot at the counter. Resuming his job from before, he continued to talk, acting like nothing had happned. "Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes."
Roxas nodded, numbly. He was still trying to wrap his brain around what happened. Turning towards his room, he walked upstairs.
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A few weeks later...
Roxas walked into his fifth period class, excited. There was only one more week of school. That meant only one more week of his father's weird mood swings, before he left for a few months. Nothing had really happened since that day in the kitchen, the beatings had even started up again. It made Roxas wonder if what happened was just his mind playing tricks on him. Things were going well with Sora, helping distract him from the home situtation.
"Do you have your homework?"
Roxas snapped out of his musing. Facing Sora he looked between him and the board. "No. We had homework?"
"Yeah. Page four hundred fifty, numbers one through twenty." Sora held up his own work on notebook paper.
Roxas groaned, he had completely forgotten about it. Leaning his head in his hands, he wished last night's beating hadn't taken so long. "Fuck. I'm screwed."
"Yeah." With those parting words, Roxas had to endure the class period.
He survived the rest of the class and the last one. Today he was going straight home. The night before Kira had told him to come home right after school, he had a surprise waiting for him. Although it creeped Roxas out, he thought nothing of it. 'He probably wants his punching bag.' Walking into the house, he noticed that all the lights were off. His father was most likely not home.
Deciding that not checking was the worst thing to do, Roxas called out, "father." Nobody answered. 'Well I guess he isn't home.' Walking into his room, Roxas threw his bag down in the corner. Making his way over to the CD player before he started his list of homework. "It's one of the last weeks of school and I still get tons of homework. Life sucks." Opening his CD case he popped in a CD turning it on. The sounds of Silverstein rang throughout the room.
All was quiet for a time, before his father came home. "Roxas, where are you?" Looking up for the bed, Roxas rolled off the bed, not bothering to pause the CD.
"I'm up here father." He called out, closing the door again. He didn't hear the footsteps that followd shortly after. Climbing back on the bed, Roxas reopened his textbook. The door opened not soon after.
"Father?" Roxas was confused Kira never came upstairs into his bedroom. It was like his own little safety haven.
"Shut up." Kira was in a bad mood, he had found out that his normal summer vacation had been looked over. Therefore he had to work for the summer, and being around his son was something he couldn't bare. He had to work out his fustration the only way he could. He walked into the room, an item hidden behind his back. "Stay where you are."
Roxas did as he was told, frozen in shock. 'What is he going to do?' It didn't take him long to find out. Kira walked forward, pulling a belt out from behind him. A grin graced his face.
So ironic that a heart made by man,
when broken is easily fixed.
When a human hurt can last a lifetime.
Taking the belt, he pushed Roxas' back onto his bed. "This is what you deserve."
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You can breathe without oxygen
and live without sorrow.
How I envy you,
though pity your ghost.
Ignorance is bliss
I wish I could never love you.
Roxas just sat there staring at the ceiling. He knew he had to call the cops and fast, but he couldn't move. His backside hurt too much. Kira had walked out of the room a few minutes, a grin plastered on his face. 'That bastard his happy.' Rolling over, he winced rubbing his bottom. Getting up he pulled on some clothing reaching for the phone, he had in his room.
Dialing 911 he waited for the operator, reporting the crime, he just sat and waited. Roxas wasn't sure how he felt. One would think he would be sad or even depressed, numb even, but Roxas was kind of glad. At this rate it meant he could rid of his father once and for all. No more sitting around for hours, waiting for the beatings to come, or even the recent sexual acts. 'It is kind of better this way.'
The cops arrived fifteen minutes later, a long time for someone who just reported a rape. Knocking on the door they questioned both Roxas and Kira, before bringing him in for further questioning. Roxas was forced to follow. After arrving at the police station, he went through some more questions before being sent off to the hopstial. Once there they did a rape check, finding it postive.
Early the next morning Kira was charged with rape.
A/N: I hope nobody is going to die from the little cliffhanger I made, but it was the best way to end. Well once again I hope you enjoyed. And don't forget to review this is the last chance you will have for this story. -cries-