Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ DOMINATION ❯ Broken ( Chapter 2 )

~*~Chapter 2: Broken

 

Life at home didn't get any better for me. My mother was screaming at me in the car at about 8 pm, on the way to our little house in the country. Screaming about how boys weren't supposed to kiss other boys or how even if I were gay, Trunks should've never crossed my mind. I was a sick person, a sick `FAG' for doing what I had done. “You deserved what he did to you!” she yelled at me. Gee, I can really feel the love today…

 

Now inside of the house, she made me sit on our pitiful couch so she could yell at me some more. I don't really know what she said to me. All I can remember was the fact that the haunting word “faggot” came out of her mouth several times while she pointed a finger at me. A finger which I wish I could've broken with my teeth. Her face was so red, all of the blood rushing to it in her stupid anger. Her stupid little boy was a faggot, and she hated that.

 

My father on the other hand said nothing. All he did was stand by the doorway to the kitchen and watch. Watch as his wife screamed and yelled at his son, spitting the most hurtful words a kid should ever hear from their parent. Watch as his shit-faced son held back the tears that were threatening to drown his face. My mother never let my dad have a say in anything. Not in punishments, rewards, or even what was for dinner. I'm surprised that he hasn't left her yet. Divorced her nagging ass and moved on in his life.

 

My brother left and went home to his fiancé, Videl. Yeah, he proposed to her almost immediately after Majin Buu was destroyed. They are to be wed in 4 months. He even has a job at the Orange Star High school where I will be going next year as a freshman.

 

Oh Kami… high school is going to suck…

 

Finally my mother stopped yelling at me, her voice hoarse now with the level of volume she used on me. “Just go to your room!” she spat at me and pointed a finger up the stairs, letting me know my way to my own room (one that I once shared with Gohan until he moved out). I obeyed her, running up to my room as water blinded my way.

 

Bursting into my dark room, I threw myself onto my little mattress on the floor, grabbing a hold of my blue pillow and crying into it. I have never felt pain like this before. This kind of pain was so much different from the kind you get when in battle. This kind pulled at your heart, straining your brain and emotions to a breaking point. This pain racked my body, making me shake all over. By now my sobs have soaked my pillow, staining it a deeper shade of blue. Snot ran out of my nose and some of my saliva has leaked onto the pillow too as I had my mouth open while I cried.

 

`I wish I were dead!' I thought. It was something that has never come to my mind. It's amazing how much a person can change with all the shit that happens around them. Maybe if I were really gone from the world that hated me so much, people would be much happier. Trunks would be rid of me, my mother would be rid of me, and my father wouldn't have another kid to worry about. Hell, even my brother would be better off without me. What was I to him but a mere obstacle that was in his way of something great?

 

An hour passed and my tears have stopped flowing. Why is beyond me. Maybe it was because I was finally over the pain of rejection and disgust. Or the fact that I had cried so much that I didn't have any tears left. I'm going to go with both. I rest my chin on my tear soaked pillow and stare blankly ahead. My eyes felt so heavy and I had a horrible headache. Below me my stomach was growling, yelling at me to give it food. It hit me now that I haven't eaten since lunch at school; and that was at 11:45 this morning.

 

I get up, my limbs heavy, and stalk towards the door, almost like a zombie. I open the creaky door and poke my head out slowly, sniffing to see if my mother had a heart and made some food. No smell. My saiyan hearing picked up a conversation coming from the kitchen. It was my mom and dad. I listened carefully to what they were saying, hearing my name several times already.

 

“You were too harsh on him.” My father said quietly, standing up for me.

 

“Don't you dare think that what you have to say will mean anything to this situation.” My mother scorned him. Damn her…

 

“Maybe what I have to say IS, Chichi. Did you ever think of that? You shouldn't care if Goten is gay or not. He is our son and you should love him for who he is, not what his sexual interests are.”

 

“What?! I don't think so! I do not want some fag as a son! How in the world could he possibly get off to a penis?”

 

“Chichi, he does for the same reason you do! Goten is our son. And I don't care what he does with his life. As his parent I'm going to be there for him and support him in whatever he does.”

 

“Oh please. What do you know about parenting? Where in the hell have you been for all this time? Always running off and never coming home for weeks on end. You even missed Gohan's graduation last year because you were gone somewhere. You have never been there for our children so why in the hell do you care now?!”

 

There was silence. Those tears that I thought I didn't have came back. My dad may not have been there for me and Gohan, but he's a damn better parent than my mother. With the way they were fighting, the thought of divorce came to mind again. What would happen if they really did end it?

 

“I can't stand doing this with you anymore, Chichi. You always treat me like I'm a child. I'm a grown man damn it! I should be treated like one!” my father was yelling now, something he never does.

 

“How can I treat you like an adult when you don't even act like one?!”

 

“I am your husband, Chichi! Not your child!”

 

Both of them began to yell at each other and I couldn't make out half of what they said. They've never argued like this. It's scary to hear my dad so angry. I'm use to hearing my mom scream and yell and bitch, but my dad on the other hand… he is so calm and collective. He rarely even raised his voice to his enemies and the bad guys that threatened us all the time. But listening to his enraged voice that was almost like Vegeta's scared me back into my room.

 

“I don't see why I even married you! You tricked me into marrying you and when I finally understood what marriage was, I was ok with it because I thought I actually loved you. I was wrong. I was so wrong! How could I love someone so manipulative and hateful?” my father was screaming now, his words cutting through the emotion-thick air like a blade.

 

“Then why don't you just fucking walk away, Goku?! Leave me like you have always done in the past and like you so want to now!”

 

“I WILL!” he screamed and I heard his footsteps storm away, a door opening, and then slamming shut. With that sound, I had no doubt in my mind that the door had broken off its hinges.

 

“The next time you come back, you better have a lawyer!!” my mother screeched after him. My father was long gone by then, having flown away faster than the eye could see.

 

I closed my door quietly and dropped to the floor, hanging my head between my knees. My little body began to shake again as I was overcome with guilt and sadness. I found my tears again and began to sob uncontrollably, grabbing onto my spiky hair and pulling. I wanted the emotional pain to go away. I wanted everything to go away. I wanted to go away.

 

I crawled over to my sorry excuse for a bed and hid myself under the covers, muting my sobs with my blue pillow. My life was ruined all in one day. I lost my best friend, my father, and now my life. Off in the distance of the floor below me, I heard my mother's pounding footsteps going everywhere and her screaming about my father. The pounding made its way over towards the stairs and then up them.

 

The only room upstairs was mine…

 

I don't have a moment to act before she burst into my room and glared at me with red-rimmed eyes. In her hand was a leather belt that she wore sometimes with a pair of jeans. I have to force my eyes away from the belt to see her lunge for me, wild whipping movements came from her arms and the pain of leather burned my flesh as she began to beat me.

 

“Do you see what you've done?! You made your father leave me you fag!!” She screamed and held onto my tail, knowing that it was sensitive to touch. Yanking me towards her and beating me senseless, she continued to scream that it was my fault that my dad was gone. He was divorcing her finally because I was a faggot.

 

She made sure to pound it into my brain (and body) that it was all my fault. That unforgivable belt struck my body again and again, my saiyan blood streaming down my cuts and lashes. I couldn't scream anymore, I couldn't see anymore, I couldn't feel anymore. My body went numb and blackness formed around my eyes.

 

“This is your fault! This is your fault! This is your fault!” she said in between hitting me, the belt making an awful, wet smacking noise. She still whipped me and made sure to scare me into thinking I was going to die. And for the longest time, I thought I was.

 

Every time she hit me, making a new cut or adding to an old one, I kept repeating to myself the reason why I was getting beat:

 

This is my fault, this is my fault, this is my fault…

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