Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Carry Me Home ❯ One Year Later.... ( Chapter 4 )

I do not own the song "Carry Me Home" by the Hellacopters. I never heard of them, so I can't say anything about them. That's all.

Oh…Joey and Seto have a happy ending. Ryou does have a happy ending.

Read all of my fics to find out how happy it is. Very happy.

One Year Later……

I WAS PARALYZED
AS I OPENED UP MY BLOODSHOT EYES
DO I REALLY WANNA KNOW
WHERE I'VE BEEN OR WHERE I'VE PUT MY NOSE

The afternoon sun pierced through the alley. Was I sleeping all morning? Where the hell did the time go?

I remembered walking the streets yesterday. I was looking for people to please.

That's my new business. I'm now a people pleaser….in more ways than one.

As I opened my eyes for the first time that day, I wondered how long I had been sleeping and where the hell I was the night before.

Hmm…I better not answer that question.

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.

I'M IN A RUT
KEEP KICKING MYSELF IN THE NUTS
IN A STAIRWELL I SEEK
THE LAIR WHERE I STUCK MY DIRTY BEAK

Nothing really matters anymore. I snuggle into my dirty blanket, filthy from one year's collection of dirt and mud. There's something I need to do to get back on my feet. I have no home to go back to. I have no family to welcome me home. My life back home is gone. In this doorway, in this cold, dark alley, I make my home. My lair. My dark, cold, wet, damp kingdom. I looked at my arm.

Filthy. I need a shower.

Visions of the night before ran through my head. How else was I to get the money for a drink? Walk up to some guy and go 'Hey, my dad kicked me out of the house, can you spare a few cents for a drink?' No one falls for that.

So, I must pay for it. I must pay for my drinks the only way I knew how. The only way my father taught me to ask for things. So, during the day, I leave the safety of my alley and sell the only thing I have that's worth anything. My body.

Sex.

Sex is payment.

Sex is just another means of asking for what you want.

The hotter, the better. The more painful, the more enjoyable.

Sex. Sex. Sex.

That's all there is to it.

A business transaction. Some people trade money. Some people trade goods.

I trade sex.

Anyone interested?

SO I'M BACK AGAIN IT'S OK
WELL BE THAT AS IT MAY
OVER AND OVER AWAY

I'm back again in my alley. Home Sweet Home. I even carved it on the brick using a child's Sidewalk Chalk. It's Purple color!

Nobody was willing to take up my offer. I can't be too careful. I was already arrested on several occasions for prostitution and returned to my father.

Once again, his punishment meant nothing.

He fucked me and then I left as if nothing happened.

I just returned to my alley again.

INTO THE FIRES UNKNOWN
INTO OBLIVION THROUGH STICKS AND STONES

Who cares where I'll end up? If I'm found dead in my alley, my father will falsely mourn. 'Oh why did my beautiful son have to die?' and 'He was my only son! Why me?!' and always the popular 'My son went to church and sung in the choir! He was going to grow up and work for charity! Poor Joey!'

Yeah, right.

PICK UP THE PHONE - MY JACKS ARE ALL BLOWN
OH THESE NIGHTS OUT ALONE
COME CARRY ME HOME

Stomach is growling. Hungry. I almost called moneybags' place for some grub.

I had his phone number from class. Yes, they put us in the same English class this year AGAIN! And I still have to sit next to Rich-Boy AGAIN!

I figured Rich-Boy is too busy with his multi-million dollar business to pay attention to me, so I just returned to my alley.

A HABIT HARD TO BREAK
TAKE ME HOME GOOD LORD FOR HEAVENS SAKE
THE DOCTOR'S NOT IN
GOT NO CURE FOR THE MEDICINE

So, anyone interested?

Sex for money for a drink?

For a nickel, I'll work fast. For a dime, I will take my time. For a dollar, I will make all your fantasies come true.

Use me. I won't mind. I'd rather be used than sober.

Gods, I wish I could cure myself of this illness, but I don't know where to turn. Can anyone help me?

Can anyone spare a dime?

If you'll beat me, I won't fight back. I can't fight back.

You'll have power over me, but I want you to take that power and use it to your advantage!

Beat me! Hit me! Hurt me! Humiliate me! Use me for your pleasure and spit me out like used bubble gum! Please!

I'll do it all for a bottle of Ol' Jack!

SO I'M BACK AGAIN IT'S OK
WELL BE THAT AS IT MAY
OVER AND OVER AWAY

At night, this place looks really cool. The lights from the street illuminate the puddles of stagnant water. The grease and grime make pretty cool patterns when the street lights hit them.

When you had just enough to drink, the pools seem to come alive.

Gods…I wish I could change. But, I don't know how.

INTO THE FIRES UNKNOWN
INTO OBLIVION THROUGH STICKS AND STONES

What future do I have? I'm going to keep doing what I do because I know no better.

I need someone to show me how to change.

But, I have nobody.

PICK UP THE PHONE - LISTEN TO ME MOAN
OH THESE NIGHTS OUT ALONE
COME CARRY ME HOME

I clutch my stomach. Too much booze plus no food equals stomach pains.

Stupid me.

I deserve every minute of this.

EVERYTIME I MAKE THE ROUND I TURN AROUND
I'M PUT UPON THE RACK
EVERYTIME I STAND UP I FALL FLAT ON MY FACE
AND BREAK MY BACK - TOMBSTONED

I try to be good, but it doesn't always work. Everytime I say to myself 'Joey, this is going to be your last drink' I fail.

So, what's the use of trying?

I snuggled into my blanket deeper.

With my bottle of Jack in one hand and bottle of gin in the other, I'm just as well as sleeping in my grave.

Next Chappie: Seto become suspicious of Joey's condition.