Problem With Loneliness ch.24

"Why?!" I outraged to the man before me. I snapped my head over to look at him harshly. He was still looking where ever he could to avoid. "Tell me!"

"Because you're just gonna get right back into that same shit as before," he exclaimed, finally meeting my eyes. There was something in his eyes that I hadn't noticed, but I couldn't see what, really. I tried to ask something else, may be a small 'what', but it came out as a small, strange noise in the back of my throat. "Isn't that what happened before? With... that girl?"

"S-so," I started, my breath suddenly a bit shaken. I couldn't believe it. He's trying to tell mr that he was worried about me, right? Or is that just me? Did he seriously expect me to believe him, though? I mean... just what the hell?!

I took a deep breath, telling myself to calm down, and tried again, "Do you really want me to believe that you were... what, worried?"

He sneered at me, and I knew he was ready to storm out of the room that instant. But he stayed. He looked away from me, but stayed none the less. He didn't give me answer, but instead asked me, "Do you know about Kadaj...?"

This brought my full attention from the former matter. I looked at him and already my eyes began to get red and itchy; I was going to cry. I coughed roughly, or I think I did at least. Trying to get it under control, I nodded grimly. I bit the bottom of my lip and spoke, "You weren't there."

"I didn't know until the day after," he told me. "I didn't know until I knew that you were gone, too. I thought you ran away or something. Not that I'd blame you. And then that kid... told me everything."

"...how did you know about us?" I asked quietly. I mean, seriously, it's not like he was ever home to see us.

"Kayla told me-"

"Kayla!" A sudden fact dawned on me. Did he know yet?! "D-dad, she..."

"I know," he said lowly. He nodded, mumbling a gruff sentence under his breath. "They've got her. And Keiji. You see, Zexion, if you hadn't-"

I'm not sure why what happened next happened. I snapped. Maybe from frustration, built-up tension or suspense. Whatever the reason, my voice suddenly came out and screamed as loud as ever.

"I get it, alright?! I fucked up! I screwed myself over and now it's going effect my life for years and years to come! Okay?! Thanks a lot for trying to make me feel worse about it. You succeeded."

After my outburst, when I had finally realized what I had said, my mind comprehended that my father had left. He didn't say anything to me, he simply turned and walked out of the room.

He deserves it.

xXx

The next morning, when I woke up, I looked immediately to my right, where a small couch sat for visitors. I half-expected, half-dreamed, and fully hoped that someone would be there. At the moment, I didn't really care if it was Demyx or Paine or Axel or even Larxene. Anyone would do. I needed to talk to someone.

I almost laughed out loud at my own thoughts.

I guess I really have changed. Remembering before, when I was fed up with everyone wanting to talk to me and myself wishing to do anything else. Shaking my head, I looked back over to the other side of the room, where the door was opening. A hope rose in me once again as a doctor and a nurse came in. Said hopes fell quickly.

They were talking to me when they approached to stand by my bed. I wasn't listening. I stared blankly at them, not respnding to anything. Pretty soon, I was being taken down the hall... in a wheelchair. What the hell? A broken arm and a wheelchair. Whatever.

We went to another room, and I sat on the chair, putting my broken arm up on a table. Yeah, I noticed they didn't give myt painkillers or anything, too. Oh well. What did I expect from this place anyways...?

I sat there for a while as the doctor carefully cut through the cast. A long line, down the back of it. He propped it open, then took it off. My arm felt dead. Like it had been asleep for years and just woke up violently. I flexed my muscles over and over, trying to regain it somehow, as they wheeled me back to my room. I lied back down in the bed, sighing. It was nine now, and I was getting anxious for someone to come.

Yet, no one came until ten. Paine walked in with a box in her hands. She had tears stained on her cheeksand red eyes. As soon as she sat the box down, she pulled my into a tight grip of a hug, starting to cry again. "Oh my God, Zexion! Are you okay?! Is it true?!"

"I'm fine," I told her pulling back and looking her in the eyes. "And... is what true?"

"They're saying that it was Keiji and... your mom."

"Step-mom," I said, putting an extra amount of venom in my voice. "And, yeah. It's true."

We didn't speak anymore of it. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to tell me what happened while I was gone. "Your dad, , he called my mom. He was asking for you and all. Seeing if I knew where you were. But, since I didn't, they called the police. There was flyers and a meeting at school about it. Everyone knew that Keiji had escaped, so they were pretty sure he was involved. It was hectic. Demyx, Axel, Roxas, and I were all excused from school the next day. So, then we all four got together and worked out the possibilities of where you could be. Keiji was obvious. Demyx told us what happened that night. And he told Axel and Roxas about your dad."

I nodded, urging her to go on. To be honest, I didn't care if they knew now. It's not like I could do anything about it anyways.

"And, then, we all went to the police and gave them the information. They said thanks, then sent us back home. No one wanted us to get involved, but for the rest of the day, we rode in Axel's car and went to some old places where we used to meet Keiji. But, we didn't find you. After that, everyone tried to make us act normal. They wanted us to act like everything would be okay. But Demyx... he didn't go one day without crying about you, I'm sure. Oh gosh, he's a mess."

"Where is he?" I demanded sharply. I cringed at my own tone, then apologized quietly to her. Paine shook her head lightly, cotinuing.

"It's okay. They're not letting him come in until he calms down some. They want us to come in one at a time, too. So, since Axel and Roxas were busy trying to console him, I came in here. He'll be in after I leave, I'm sure."

"O-okay..."

"You want me to go now?" Paine asked, obviously not at all phased. Gulping, I nodded some. "Don't worry, I get it."

She stood up and walked out. I drew in and let out a shaky breath. Now I was fidgeting, nervous and anxious. I looked opver to the brown box she left on the table, thinking what it was. I was really just trying to get myself to calm down about Demyx coming in. The door opened and I jumped slightly.

I sat up in the bed, looking to where the blond was entering. My eyes already were watering. He suddenly ran towards me, grabbing me into a strong embrace. I could tell by his breathing that he was still crying. We stayed like that for a little bit, Demyx moved to sit on my lap, which was rather uncomfortable, but at the moment I couldn't care less. I just wanted him then.

I clinged to him as he pulled away. I didn't want to let go -- not again. But then he pressed his lips to my own. It was almost angry, bitter. But altogether, it was wonderful. Passionate and sweet. Hungry and wanting. It was everything I needed.

Now we were both crying lightly. He sniffed as we pulled back. I looked at him, taking in every detail of his face. There were bags under his eyes from not sleeping enough. And his skin looked a bit paler than usual. His eyes, that once sparkled with joy and adolescence, were now dulling, yet shining with something else. "I can't believe it..."

It was muttered under his breath, but still audible. There wasn't really much to be said, even though everything left unspoken.

I nodded, gulping, and then pulled him down for another quick kiss.

xXx

After an hour of Demyx and I talking -- I told him what happened -- he left, letting Axel and then Roxas come in to visit. They left to go with Demyx. Then visiting hours were over. A nurse came in, taking my blood pressure and giving me more food, a shitload of more food. Which I ate wholeheartedly. She said I should be able to go home soon. I was just wanting to see Demyx again, though. I wanted to turn back to my normal routine. School, friends, school, friends, movies.

However, I found out later that that might be a little bit harder to adjust to now.

xXx

I stayed three days in the hospital. In those three days, pretty much everyone came to visit me. They could come in groups now, too. That made me feel better, because then we could all keep a conversation together. Marluxia brought me some flowers, even. It was great to them all again. I found out that in four days my dad had to go to rehab until he was better. And he would lose custody of me. Of course he would. And Kayla and Keiji were sent to a state prison this time, to guarentee no escapes.

Akira assured me that I could stay with her. She and her husband, William, had already signed the papers for it.

After the three days, I was sent home to pack my things, since I would be staying with the Suzumara's. To be honest, I wasn't sure how or what exactly to take. So, I put all my clothes into two big boxes, then began to get some books. The door opened as soon as I was taping the third box shut. It was Demyx. He smiled brightly at me and asked, "That;s not all you're getting is it?"

"I'm getting my laptop, too," I told him, motiong toward the device.

Demyx nodded slowly. "We'll be sharing my room."

"Okay," I said. I thought as much. There were no guest bedrooms in his house. Demyx helped me bring out the boxes to the car. We threw them in the trunk and some extra things in the backseat. I got into the passenger's seat and we drove back to his house.

I never really suspected it to be like this. At all. My dad was pver there when we got there. He said goodbye to me gruffly and then he had to leave for a rehab center. I'm not so sure I'll miss him.

Demyx and I spent the rest of the night unpacking and getting everything organized. My clothes went in his dresser, which he never used. And my books sat in a pile on the floor. I was automatically happy that Demyx had a big bed. I didn't remember how great it felt to lay next to him. I love the feeling.