Who I really love (Sora x Riku)

Part 9

(Riku's POV)

Ding. Ding. Ding.

The sound of the Gummiphone's notification bell echoes throughout my room, awakening me. Knowing it's probably Sora calling to check why I'm not at school yet, I reach out my arm to pick it up, but it gets not even an inch before the sharp pain runs through it along with the memories of yesterday. Quivering from the both the physical and emotional pain, I use my other hand to pick up the phone, but it fumbles out of my hand and lands on the hard wooden floor with a dreadful cracking sound. Just great! It was already weak and half broken, I don't know how much more action the damn thing could take. Picking it up, I just hope it's okay. I press the home button, but it doesn't turn on. Dammit! Turn on!

Of course it doesn't. The thing was old. It was a gift from Sora's mother. My own mother never had a cent to her name because of my father when she was alive and my father didn't give a rat's ass about my safety, so in the end when Sora's mother found out I didn't have something I could call someone on in an emergency she bought the best phone she could put money aside for. It wasn't big or expensive, but it meant so much that I had someone like her and Sora that actually cared. While it was just an item, it meant a lot to me and it was one of the only ways I could talk to Sora. Now thanks to that corrupt drunken man's abuse and my own weakness it's gone.

At least now I have a reason I got to go to school for – Sora will be worried if I don't reply. The promise I made last night to myself... Did it extend to emotional harm...? I shake my head. I was weak, and worried him every day. If it did extend that far, I might as well already be dead.

After the extra-long struggle to get to school due to an uncooperative arm and having to think of excuses for it, I'm finally ready to go. I need to see Sora and get away from this hell hole. But the door doesn't open when I turn the knob and push. It's locked, and there's no way to unlock it even on the inside without a key – and the only key is with my father, wherever he is. I smile sarcastically at his perfect wickedness. It's all too perfect. With my phone broken and the door locked I'm now trapped alone in a den of evil memories and a gun that my father seems to want to push me to use as he intended. I drop my bags down and sit on the couch, frustration crippling. There were windows I could break to escape, but most likely at the cost of my life knowing my father. Screaming for help would get me nowhere, there's only one key so anybody passing by could do nothing.

Just sitting on the couch so close to where so much abuse happened made me feel uneasy. I can hear is stupid, slurring voice in my head, assaulting me with the usual names like "abomination" and "parasite". I start panicking, sweating and shaking as my heart rate rises and every time I close my eyes his face and his actions run through my mind.

When was it enough? He takes away my mother, my love of my life, my sanity and self-worth – it's only gonna stop when I'm dead. Why am I so insistent on living, which is still giving him a chance to hurt Sora? What could I do to protect him?

The door slams and I look up to see the monster that's just arrived.

"Oh, you're still alive. That's disappointing," he scoffs at me as I stand up hastily, filled with annoyance and his stupid dirty tactics.

"Let me out," I demand, already resigned to the fact it's hopeless.

"Not a chance. It's not safe to allow someone who points guns at people's heads out and about, is it?" The smirk on his face one of the most sadistic sights I've ever seen.

"Whatever," I sigh and leave to upstairs. To my amazement he lets me leave the room freely, more than likely because he knows he can do whatever he wants whenever he wants – I was trapped and he wants to enforce that idea.