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Summary: Ryou and Bakura have finally escaped fromtheir abusivefather. After being put in CPS they try desperately to escape so they can stay together. Will they be able to escape together? Or will Ryou's condition be the end of them both? Read and find out. BakuraRyou Yaoi Abuse Angst Rape
Warning: Yaoi Angst Rape
Evie: this ist a vent fer meh . . . kinda . . . wanted to write it . . . so I did . . . it’s been floating in meh head for . . . well, forever.
Short first chap. Srry.
I don’t understand why he always insists on sitting up front and why he refuses to let me even when he’s doesn’t.
I sighed heavily and looked out the window watching the scenery go by.
We were moving. Again. ‘We’ happen to be me, my twin and our father. We lost our mother when we were young and no one in their right mind want our dad.
Oh, I guess I should tell you a little about myself.
My name is Ryou, I am sixteen and live in an abusive household with my twin, Bakura, obviously. Well, it’s more like in an abusive car seeing how we move at least once a month. I can’t remember a time when my father showed any form of compassion, and we’ve never stayed anywhere long enough to make a true friend. And, out of the three of us, I’m the sickly one.
I watched another field with cows pass by.
“HEY COW!” my brother yelled enthusiastically out the window. That’s Bakura in a nutshell, fer ya.
Half the cows looked up, where as a little black and white calf trotted along the fence next to us and ‘Moo’ed happily.
That made me smile.
Our father mumbled soothing that sounded a lot like ‘fucking horses’.
‘Kura chucked at this and looked back at me.
“How’re ya fellin’?” he asked reaching back and felt my forehead.
I batted his hand away, “I’m fine.”
“Ok, ok, just please don’t hurt me,” he faked a fearful voice.
“We’re stopping at the next food joint,” their father interrupted, “I’ll drop you two off and come back for you in an hour.”
We nodded in unison and quieted down.
After about ten more minutes of watching farmland go by we came to a town. A really, really, really small town.
He pulled up to a Waffle House and let us out of the car. Rather he waited till Bakura was out and I had one foot on the ground then took off.
Bakura helped me up and we walked in to the restaurant, if it can be called that.
We sat down in a booth towards the back and waited for a menu.
“So what do you think he’s going to do now?” Bakura asked leaning back and stretching.
“I don’t know and I don’t think I wanna,” I answered crossing my arms.
“Here are your menus,” a girl said popping out of nowhere. Her voice was high pitched and, frankly, I didn’t like the look she gave Bakura. “Today’s special is pancakes!” She squealed in an ultra sugary voice while trying to catch ‘Kuras eye.
“Come back later,” my twin said dismissively and waved his hand at her.
She looked a bit distraught but walked away in any case.
“Women can be so beastly sometimes,” he snorted and pushed some of my hair behind my ear.
I batted his hand away again. “Stop that. Oi. I thought you used to like women.”
“Yeah, keyword there, being used. I never was really attracted to them. I only reason I got with them was to feel like I belonged, but, wada ya know, I didn’t,” he paused and looked at me as if to make sure I wasn’t sickened or something, “my first male koi was Kevin, but, personally, I think he was just curious. Hell, maybe I was just curious at first too but, eh.”
He took a sip of his coffee and looked at me out of the corner of his eye.
“Really? I was curious as to why ya’ll suddenly started spending a lot of time together. If your waiting for me to pull back in disgust and scream at you for being gay or something; don’t, ‘cuz I’m not ganna,” I smiled at him.
He smirked, “thanks. Now if I knew that was going to be the reaction I would get from dad I’d tell him, but, alas, I don’t think so,” he chuckled and continued to drink his coffee.
I smiled and stretched.
“Here’s your order!” The overly sweet voice was starting to annoy me.
Bakura glanced at the girl, “we’ll call you when we want you to came back.”
She frowned but walked away.
We ate their meal quietly and Bakura waved for the girl to come take their plates.
I yawned and looked out the window.
“Oi. Wanna lie on my lap you look tired,” ‘Kura asked amused.
I nodded and lied down resting my head in his lap. I mumbled a thanks and soon fell asleep.
Normal pov
When Ryou woke up he found himself in a room.
“Huh?” he sat up and glanced around.
From the looks of it they had arrived at their destination and Bakura had brought him inside.
Suddenly the door opened and Bakura came in, “good your awake, ‘cuz we have school.”
“What? We just got here?” Ryou exclaimed.
“Yeah, well, Frank decided to be smart for once and get that done early,” Bakura sighed, “hurry and get dressed we walk to school.”
‘Kura left leaving Ryou to get dressed.
Ryou walked out wearing a pair of black Tripp pants, a black t-shirt with a skull on it, red Anarchic shoes and had a plain black wrist band on each wrist. (1)
“Ready?” He asked his twin.
“Yeah,” Bakura stood up and was relatively dressed the same except his shirt said The Used and his shoes were black and white Converse. (2)
They left with out a word to their father.
It wasn’t a really long walk to school, but it was long enough.
They walked in silence. But it wasn’t and uncomfortable silence.
They made it to school as the first bell rang meaning they had about ten minuets to get their schedule, talk they people to let them have the same classes and then figure out where the fuck their classes are.
They walked in and Ryou watched with mild interest the people streaming by. ‘Kura grabbed Ryous hand and pulled him through and to the front office. They walked through the front door and went to the first desk they saw.
“Umm,” Bakura started, faking a ‘confused-new-student’ voice. “ma’am? Me and my twin here, well, we’re new and we don’t have our schedule.”
The lady looked over her glasses at us and studied them.
They played our parts perfect. Bakura gnawed his bottom lip nervously and kept his eyes cast down at his shoes, where-as Ryou clung to ‘Kuras arm looking a little scared.
“One moment please,” she said totally buying our act.
She spun around and dug through her filing cabinet. Bakura smirked at her back as if to say ‘sucker’.
She turned back around with two sheets of paper, she scribbled on them while glancing at the clock.
“Here,” she said smiling sympathetically. “You two have all the same classes. Have a good day.”
Bakura grabbed them hesatentally, “t-thank you ma’am.”
They left the office at looked to see what they have first.
“The lady rushed out of the office suddenly, “I forgot to tell you that we have a b block schedule and today is ‘B’ day which means you need to go to fifth period.”
“Erk,” ‘Kura was caught off-guard, “T-thanks?”
“No problem,” she smiled sweetly again and returned to the office.
They checked their schedules again.
“So we have English first eh?” Bakura said thoughtfully, “So how ‘bout we have our ‘show’ at lunch then?”
Ryou chuckled, “ok.”
Rachel: if you write short chap when your uninspired does that always mean your uninspired?
Evie: . . . :ist confuzled:
Sarah: yeah it does Rach.
Evie:blinku:blinku: umm . . . if I get some reviews then I’ll update soon.
Rachel and Sarah:having a conversation that confuses Evie on purpose:
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