Problem With Loneliness ch.14

Demyx and I lazily sat in front of the TV for a while. We watched a movie, Saw, and ate our cookies and drank our chocolate milk. It was a fucking kick-ass hella rad afternoon. Never mind the fact that I was a little bit sick. It was probably one of the best days of my life. Not to mention: Demyx had his arm around me the whole time. Oh yeah... it was awesome.
And then our favorite couple had to ruin it.

The doorbell rang and, without any sort of answer whatsoever, the door opened. Axel and Roxas came in, not bothering to even close the door.

"I thought you were sick, Zex," Axel commented.

I shrugged as Demyx informed him, "He is. We're just hanging out, is all."

"Besides, i'm feeling better anyways," I mumbled. It was true. I felt much better sitting here, with Demyx.

"Huh," Roxas spoke up, "Chocolate milk and cookies?"

Ignoring him, I grabbed the remote and paused the movie. Axel and Roxas sat down on the love seat to the right of of the couch.

"So, are we still going tonight?" Axel asked, getting comfortable.

"I dunno, I mean if Zexy's fever goes down, then yeah."

"How's it now?" Roxas chirped.

"Hmm..." Demyx placed a hand to my forehead, then to my cheek. His face leaned closer, examining my features. I knew me fever wasn't as bad as he may have suspected, because when he touched me, I could feel my face heating up. Strange... I gulped slightly, trying to will it away, but Demyx finally leaned away and continued, "He's still pretty hot."

I cleared my throat, grabbing the used glasses and empty cookie box. Standing up, I said, "I'll go take these and put them up." I quickly stalked into the kitchen placing the glasses in the sink and the box in the trash. I walked back to the living room quickly. They were talking about what they were going to do for tonight.

"I guess you two could go. Invite Larxene and Marluxia or something," Demyx said, "I'll stay here with Zexion."

"No, Dem, you go ahead, I can go back home and work on my homework that I couldn't do last night," I told him.

It took some convincing after that, but we agreed that they were going to go to the concert. We all waited for Demyx to get ready, then Axel drove me home. Demyx and I sat in the back, quietly listening to his mp3 player.

"I'll try to get you autographs, kay Zexy?" Demyx told me, smiling.

"That'd be great, Dem," I responded. ""But you shouldn't worry about it, there's going to be a lot of people and-"

"No, it's fine. I'm only going to kill who I have to, I promise," the blonde joked. "Besides, I would love to have Jade's autograph!"

xXx

"Okay, see ya, Zexion!" Axel called from the car as I walked to my house. I nodded, waving to them. I quietly opened the door, afraid to meet my father's angry face. But no one was around. Only two lights were on upstairs, the hallway and Kadaj's room. It was almost completely silent, only muffled and hushed voices filled the air. Listening closely, I knew it was my father and step-mom.

I crept up the stairs, to their bedroom door. It was cracked open, and I made sure not to push on it to open it further. They were arguing. Their voices were low and their body movement strict.

"Well, what do you suppose we do?" my step-mother asked.

"I don't know, call somebody! You sleep around enough, don't you know a doctor or-"

"Don't you start with me, it's you fault-"

Whilst wondering why they needed a doctor, I made my big mistake. I let a groan from another room distract me. I turned my head, just slightly, and accidentally hit the door. It barely moved, but it creaked. And, as fate would have it, they heard it.

My father tore open the door, a sadistic and sinister look on his face. My own body tensed. He wasn't his usual cruel self, so I knew in an instant -- as he tried to grab for me -- something was terribly wrong.