Final chapter, hurrah! I still need help with my couples for Whisper. Go check it out, and give me your ideas.

Edit on July 27th, 2012. Wow, today's my last day of school. I graduate culinary arts, guys! Sorry there's been no updates, I keep disappearing beat me up, you're allowed! But doesn't make it all that much better when I finally do update?

August 7th. Holy, Still not done. Jesus man. I rewrite this chapter like, daily, and I still don't like it. What am I to do?

August 22nd. I've decided that this chapter is retarded, and I hate it ;] It won't let me finish it.

Yamato

I stare down at the people underneath me. They look small, like ants. I look for that brown, but don't see it, not the I'm expecting too, anyway. I hear the movement behind me, choose to ignore it. Same as every other day. Drunk daddy, yelling mommy, crying T.K. The divorce is coming. It's in progress, now, actually. Dad just doesn't know it yet. I'm not entirely sure what triggered the sudden drinking in my father. I think it might have been this. As long as he stays away from me.

"Matt?" I hardly even turn my head to look at my brother.

"What're you doing?"

"Waiting for Tai." I say with a shrug.

"Tai's awake this early?" He asks, shock audible. I can't help but smile, even if he can't see it. We both know that Taichi can't get to us here.

"No, I don't think so. I couldn't sleep."

"Me either." T.K stands beside me and looks down at the people, too. We're staying in a hotel with Mum. Daddy has shown up, 6 in the morning, drunk. Dad stays in a different hotel, because they can't get a long, and 'Yamato doesn't need anymore stress'. They're 'talking', but actually, they are screaming. I've gotten good at pretending. T.K hasn't figured it out yet, and I'm trying desperately to teach him my survival techniques. It's what a good big brother would do, right?

"Are you scared?"

"Scared of what?" Although I know the answer.

"Andrew."

"Why would I be scared of him?" There's silence, but I know exactly what my brother is thinking.

"I missed home too much to be scared. Besides, there's not a lot more he can do to me, is there?"

"No, I guess not. Are we close to were you lived?"

"Mm, we're not too far. A few blocks. Why?"

"Will you take me to see it?" I don't know if I actually want to see my house. But it's better then being here, so I agree. Even if it is 6 am. We march into the house together, and leave without a word to either parent, who don't even look at us. Although we could probably bus, we chose to walk, to make the journey last longer hoping, silently of course, that by the time we come home dad will be gone. I miss Baby, leaving her in Japan was stupid. I stop, and T.K crashes into me. I don't even look towards the house. I hear T.K's inhale, though.

"You lived here?" I shrug. I look at my house. Even from here, I can see the posters on what was once my room. I point at the window.

"That window with the Spider-Man poster is mine. The four windows beside it to the right are all mine, too."

"Was."

"Hmm?"

"Was yours."

"Right." The word 'was' actually kind of upsets me. This is my home. And I kind of miss it.


My testimony was a lot easier then I thought it would be. Telling a room full of strangers about my years of being beaten, raped, starved, and drug use was a lot easier then telling my family, or friends about it. My mother had to leave because she was crying so hard. Twice Andrew made it across the table and came at me. Neither time did I flinch or react in anyway. And somehow, that made them believe me even more. When asked why. I answered truthfully.

"What more could he possibly do to me?" When Hayley came up, I desperately wanted to disappear. Hayley was a voodoo. Hayley was off limits. She was gone. She didn't exist. And telling them where her body was buried was even harder. That sent my other mother out of the room, well, got her kicked out because she attacked Andrew. The trial was put on hold, after that, to test my 'theory'. When they found her, they charged Andrew again, which already gave him jail time. That night, in the shower, after they had made me identify the jewelry Hayley was wearing, I cried for the first time in...forever. After the Hayley stuff, things were easier. They asked me questions about Hannah, too, which was my other mother. But there was nothing bad to say about her. Except she never went to the police or anything. But she tried more then once to stop him from getting to me. And Hayley. For awhile after that night, all my dreams were about Hayley. And I dream about her at least once a week, still.


"I think I'm going crazy." Eyes on me. Every pair in the room. Although I was actually only talking to Billy, the room falls silent.

"You're already crazy." One sentence, and the entire room has lost interest me, except for Tai, who scoots closer, because he knew I wasn't playing, when Billy was.

"I see her."

"It's normal to dream about people you miss, Matty." I scowl at the name, but don't say anything.

"I see her when I'm awake." Tai tilts his head slightly to the side, the way a confused dog might. Billy shrugs.

"You only think she's there."

"She talks to me, it's like.." My eyes drift ever so slightly, and there she is, sitting beside T.K. I give that direction a dirty look, and both boys turn to look there. She mouths something, and I think it's thank you. And then she is gone.

"There's nothing there, Matt." Tai says, looking back at me. Billy's eyes come back to me slower, and his eyes are wider. He saw her too, no matter how brief.

"I didn't see anything, either."

"I saw Baby," I tell them, eyebrows raised. I'll push this off, as if it never happened. Tai's hand slips into mine, in turn I squeeze it gently. That's when my mother enters the room.

"Kay, guys! Dinner's ready!" She announce to us. Tai's gone before the words are out of her mouth, followed pretty much immediately by every one else. I sit for a few seconds before joining the rest of my family and friends. I've decided to leave the Hayley ghost thing to my brain needing to be forgiven.


Six months later, it's the beginning of December. I walk into my door, Tai a step behind me.

"Matt?" My mother calls immediately.

"What?"

"Uhm..Come here, please." The 'uhm' is what makes me not protest. I follow my mother's voice into my dad's office. A guy in a suit with a brief case sits there. My father is talking to him in English. The guy offers me his hand, which I ignore. I eye him, trying to figure out who he is, eventually his hand drops.

"Yamato, hi." I blink. He fidgets. I make this guy nervous. Good. It's then that I notice Vincent.

"Hannah's dead." He says. No nonsense.

"What?" The words don't quite make sense.

"She was in an accident. For awhile they thought she'd make it, and then she couldn't fight anymore." My mouth opens, then closes.

"This mans here to carry out her will."

"I'm in her will?"

"She's given you al-" I put my hand up to shush the man in the suit.

"Just..give me a minute." The fact that Hannah is dead blows me away. She was my mother, and I loved her. The fact that I'm in her will though? That just... But if they're dealing with her will now..

"How long ago did she die?"

"What do yo-" Tai starts to ask.

"How long?" I cut him off.

"About two months ago." So, I missed her funeral. I sigh.

"K, go on."

"He handles this well," I hear my mother whisper. The man hands me an envelope with my name on it. I open it without waiting for an invite.

Matt,

I'm sorry I never stopped him, and that I never got you out of there. I hope you'll forgive me for being a terrible mother. But I want you to know that I did love you with all my heart. You were my child, even if not biologically. I hope your past doesn't ruin your future. I wish we had time to speak at the trial, I would've liked to meet your brother. He looks just like you.

There's no ending to the letter, man starts talking again though.

"As I was saying, she left you everything. Like, four houses, two vacation homes, and every cent to her name. Which, when you add that with the stuff given to her from Andrew being in jail..."

"Wow." Is all I can say, I don't know what else to say.

"Of course, nothing is yours until you turn nineteen.."

"That's in twenty days." Vincent says, trying to push me.

"Uhm...Cool. Can I go now?" Mouths drop. But it's a bit too much to take in. So Tai and I make our exit quickly. Curled up on my bedroom floor, listening to music, I try to take it all in, but it just won't work. I know I'll have some apologies for later, but right now, I'd like to figure out what exactly happened.

"So, you're like, a billionaire now?"

"Pretty much."

"Does that change us?" Tai asks me, I hear the panic in his voice.

"Of course not."

"Good, cause I made plans to grow old with you." I can't help but laugh.

"I'm not getting old." I tell the brunette, who just smiles.

"Things will be perfect when we're old." Tai tries to reason.

"Not being able to walk myself is not perfect, Tai." He both burst out into giggles, and I know that somehow Tai's right. Everything will be perfect.

I know, crappy ending, I'm sorry. But I couldn't figure out how to end it, and I've been trying for like, months and months now. AHH. I don't know what I'm doinnggg. Maybe I should just stick to reading stories instead of writing them, since I have a hard time finishing them ;]