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Kevin's POV
After the school day was up I decided it was time for me to go home. I know I'll have hell to pay to my father due to the fact I haven't been home in a week. I'm in for a beating and I know it. I'm scares shitless I've barely even gotten better and yet I'm going back. Its not like he will care about what happened at school anyway he'll just get angry screaming and yelling at me asking were I've been but never letting me answer because he'll be to busy punching me and kicking me... I shudder at the thought of being in pain again. But I should be used to this shouldn't I? I've been beaten for half of my life, No one has ever been there before why should they be there now? There is no one. Just me. Tears roll down my cheeks as I wann into my house.

"Kevin." my father greets as I walk in. I shake in fear.

"F-father."

"Where have you been?" I hate it when he talks like this it means he's on drugs again and the beating is always worse.

"N-no where." I sputter out.

"Are you lying to me?" he asks.

"N-no father. O-of course n-not."

"LIER!!" he bellows lumbering towards me and punching me in the face causeing me to spiral to the ground.

"F-father please- ah!" he delivers a punch to my stomach and I couch it in pain.

"You are weak. Its because of you she left. Its all your fault!" he yelled delivering a blow to my back and I cry out.

"P-please-"

"SHUT UP!" he screamed. I flinched and he landed a blow to my chest and the breath left my body in a helpless groan.

"Dad... Please...." my vision blurred around the edges and consiouness was leaving me.
Soon I closed my eyes and blacked out.

Edd's POV
A faint scream comes from Kevin's house and I went over to investigate I knocked a couple of times and heard shuffling but no one opened the door I went and hid in the bushes to see if anyone would come out. Around 10 minutes later a tall man with red hair and a reciding hair line plus a beer belly came out. He lumbered over to his car, not bothering to lock the front door, and drove off.

I quickly made my way inside the house and the sight before my eyes left me speechless.

It was Kevin, beaten senseless. I pressed my fingers to his neck and felt a faint pulse. I picked him up and he groaned softly. I opened the door once again and ran over to my house.

Once inside I set Kevin on the couch and ran to get Father's medical bag. He was in bad shape I checked to see if any thing was broken and found that he had at least two ribs cracked and three severly bruised. I cleaned the caked blood off his face carefully he had a major black eye and a bad cut on his brow. I stiches it. It took me half and hour to find all of his injuries which meant I had stiped him of most of his bloody and torn clothing, save for his boxers. I felt terrible for the Pumpkin; not only was he bullied He was abused by his own father.

Once I had finished I carried Pumkin up to my room and laid him down and covered him in blankets every once in awhile he would whimper in his sleep, I would stroke his hair and he would curl up to me so I held him. My poor Pumpkin- since when is He mine? He would never trust me he's been hurt so much; he wouldn't know how.