Jason screeched to a halt and took a few deep breaths, "Yes Mum, I'll be fine. No last night was the last time I'm going to stick up for you!" His tone softened, "I love you mum but I am sick of you and Father's fighting." It was amazing even to Jason how someone he used tp be so close to, like his Father, could go from Dad to father in one conversation. Well it was more of an argument really. He shook his head, "Yes I know you don't deserve it but still, I'm sick of it." He nodded and continued to tap the steering wheel, "Yes mum I'll be careful......... Yes, I'll call you all the time.............Yes I love you to." He flipped the phone and pushed it into his left pocket and looked up the white house, Hmm, swanky. Almost looks like home. He pushed his door open and pulled his bags out of the back seat and slung them over his shoulder, Now to go and see who they dug up for this show. He laughed as he remembered a girl with multi-coloured hair and shining eyes, Hopefully one of them is Sky. She's always fun.

He shook his head as he made his way towards the house andopened the door quietly while dumping his bags on the floor. Looking around the large entrance hall he shook his head, Woah! Deja Vu! He heard a splash come from outside and he followed the noise and heard a giggle come from the pool. Laughing he opened the door and walked out to find Sy, Deliah, Aurora and P.J all in the pool. "Umm hi guys. Have I already missed out on all the fun?" He walked closer to the egde and silently wished he had thrown his bordies underneath his jeans, Than again, it would have been very uncomfortable. He laughed and sat on the egde and at the same time he pulled the legs of his jans up to his knees and dipped his feet in the water.

Fayt had his lips pressed tightly together, forming a thin hard line as he kept his eyes averted from the person above him. His hands had been handcuffed to the headboard behind him and his legs were not exactly in any position to be of help. His teeth bit down on the inside of his cheek desparately in order to keep a moan from escaping his lips. He hated this. He could only pray for the night to end soon.

The next morning Fayt's eyes cracked open when he felt somebody running their hands over his bare chest. He shuddered at the coldness of those hands. That same someone pressed equally cold lips to his bruised and abused neck, murmuring as they did so, "That was the most fun I've had in a while...I'll be sure to visit you again..." Then they pulled away as Fayt turned his head, tears trailing silently down his face and soaking into the pillow below his head. He felt the bed move as the second person got out to get dressed, then heard as the door to the room opened and his voice sounded, "I trust you had a good time...?" "Of course, or I would never have agreed to pay such a steep price." He chuckled before escorting the customer out of the room before returning, closing and locking the door behind him. Fayt's eyes closed again, as the bed dipped with added weight. He felt his body heat hovering just above his. Then the other man leaned in closer, trailing the shell of Fayt's ear with his tongue, "My turn."

~

Fayt walked carefully down the stairs after stuffing everything he owned into a bag. Every step brought a new wave of pain to his nerves but he persisted. He would finally be able to leave this hell-hole behind. He was dressed in a silver striped skull punk shirt with a pair of skull shorts underneath. On one wrist he wore a studded skull wristband, on the other he wore a skull chain bracelet along with a variety of silvers chain bracelets and a black band. All paid for by his "job" of course.

After exiting his house, he slammed the door behind him and limped down to the driveway. He'd had a little extra money from all the tips his customers gave and had bought a motorcycle, not that his parents knew. They were either too drunk or just too stupid to notice the red bike Fayt had gotten. He gingerly sat down and started it up. He knew that, even though he was leaving this house, it wouldn't be the end of his troubles. It would probably only be the beginning, to sound cliche.

After getting lost a few times, Fayt finally found the house. He stopped outside of the gate, glancing at the paper he gripped between his fingers to make sure he had the right address. A few people had glared at him as he sped past them, he knew he probably didn't fit very well into the neighborhood with his style but...He got off his bike and limped to the gate, to open it, tugging briefly on the black choker he had wrapped around his neck to hide some of the bruises. After getting the gates open he wheeled his bike through them and closed them again beforre getting back on and driving the rest of the way to where he saw two cars and another bike. He left his there as well before getting off, his entire body now even more sore than it had been before. He tugged his bag on and then hobbled to the front door.

Once there he took a deep breath before opening it. He blinked at the vastness of the interior of his new home. After a moment he was back to normal and padded down the halls to where he heard people talking, shoes now held in his hands. He opened the door to the inside pool and smiled softly when he saw his friends all sitting together...well sitting/swimming anyway. He walked over, his limp less noticeable as he concentrated on not letting it show. "Hey, sorry I'm late."

Delilah wrapped her good around around Skyllar as she received the small kiss. She smiled a bit. "Hey hey, no poor me. Please don't feel sorry for me." She told her dear friend. At least Delilah was alive. Unlike her parents who had died in the same war, There were plenty of times she should have died too. She had a few burn scars on her body, and probably even more stories. as Skyllar left for a second, she turned and kept speaking to PJ. Hearing Aurora from the inside. She would come outside soon, and then Delilah would say her hellos.

Skyllar came back a bit later, jumping into the water. Then Jason walked up. Delilah turned, putting her arm back into her sling. "Yes you have. We are ready to go home now!" She joked a bit, walking up and giving him a half hug. Delilah ran a hand threw her hair, pulling the elastic out. Then another voice came up from behind her. What the hell? So many people at once. She thought to herself, not really complaining. Though the next one was from Fayt. Someone who she had not really talked to for more than two lines in other two years. He almost felt like a complete stranger. Delilah looked towards him. Noticing some strange new features right away. For one, he seemed much more troubled and in pain. Though she wasn't supposed to really ask.

"Hey stranger." She said to him. "You not late either, Jason just showed up less than five minutes ago." Delilah told him. Looking towards the group. She had always been the oldest in the group. Gradating first and such. Now she would be the one buying booze. Much fun. Though everyone seemed much different now.

"Fayt, you for one are one person I haven't scene in over two years. How have you been?" Delilah asked him. Maybe he did come visit her in the hospital, but she barely remembered anything until she went home to her grandparents. She was still under complete shell shock when at the hospital.

"I'm fine...and you?" Fayt dropped his bag off to the side, away from anything wet. Then he made his way slowly over to the group and his smile widened slightly, "It's been too long. I'm sorry for not visiting you at the hospital...I was busy and my parents refused to let me take a break." In fact, he was surprised they had even agreed to let him come live here. He let his eyes run over his friends, slightly surprised at how much taller he had gotten then them over the passed time. He took a deep breath and winced slightly when a pain shot through his back, right...no sudden movements for the next oh twenty four hours or so.

Then he laughed lightly, almost randomly, to himself, "So Jason, trying to steal my title of never showing up on time eh?" he asked jokingly. He liked the atmosphere with his friends. It definitely had more love in it then the atmosphere his family gave off. "It feels like it's been forever since I've seen everyone." he added.

Jason laughed and gave Fayt a friendly punch on the arm, "you know it mate." He looked to Deliah, "It seems I did miss all the fun. But now it's gonna be even more fun not that I'm here!" He pointed to Deliah's arm, "What happened? Wait let me guess.... Some guy tried to get some and he didn't appreciate the punch in the face you gave him?" He laughed and flicked a bit of water up to Deliah and Fayt, Feels better to be here than at home that's for sure. At least there I don't have to worry about expensinve china wizzing towards my head.

"Dont worry about it Fayt. I wasn't myself. I really didn't want anyone to see me." She admitted. Then again she couldn't remember very much from the hospital. Oh wait I typed that already... Oh well. She felt the bit of water hit her and noticed it was Jason. Delilah laughed a bit at Jason's joke. He was another who she hadn't scene very often. "Oh thanks, you make me sounds like a bully. But no, I was shot trying to help a solider to his feet." She told Jason. Well, he did ask. Delilah walked back over towards the pool, dipping her feet back in. "If it helps, I couldn't get my hands on the guy who did it."

Jason nodded and looked at the water swirling around his feet, "Yeah well I'm sure you would have hurt him more than a guy trying to pick you up." He looked at Deliah and smiled, "Well I'm glad you didn't die or anything and it was only an arm wound." He looked over to Fayt and splashed him a little, "What afraid of the water? Your not getting in?"

fayt grimaced when he got punched in the arm, he knew Jason wasn't really hitting as hard as he could but for something that was already sore...ouch. Then he listened quietly as Delilah talked, 'I'm guessing she was in the war then...' Then he faintly registered Jason talking to him again, "Of course not, more afraid of what you would do to me if I did get in." he replied jokingly, narowly avoiding the second splash of water, "I'm still a little tired, I don't think it's such a good idea for me to get into the water just yet." 'Especially with these bruises...' He unconsciously held his arms closer to his body before folding them across his chest.

Jason nodded and raised an eyebrow when Fayt crossed his arms across his chest, Never knwon him to cross is arms. "Well than at least sit down and pretend your enjoying yourself and not act like the awkward little boy you are." He joked and rubbed the back of his neck while moving his feet slowly in the water.

{Rawr! the shortness!}

Hey guys sorry I have not posted but a bunch of crap has happened in my house, and my parents might throw me on the streets and other crap.. so I come on before I pass out from crying to tell you this, and i'm sorry.. I really am T_T i'll post tomorrow, I really hope I will cause you guys are my only escape.. I just.. i'm sorry <3

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Delilah rolled her eyes a bit. "Yeah, I'm glad I didn't die or anything either." She said back to him. Staying quiet while Jason and Fayt spoke to each other. She got up from the pool again, to head inside, though stopped in front of Fayt whispering, "I have some strong pain killers inside I can let you have. I'm not going to ask what happened, but I am not stupid and can see you hurt badly." Delilah continued inside, not waiting for an answer. She went into the kitchen.

Of course, it was always harder to hide things from Delilah then it had been to hide it from the others. She had always been the sharpest of the bunch of them anyway. "Maybe at a later time Jason." Fayt replied, "I still have to go drop my stuff off in my room. Later guys." He raised a arm to wave, smiling slightly, before turning to walk back to where he had left his things. After throwing the bag carefully over one shoulder he followed after Delilah, tracing her wet footprints to the kitchen. "I didn't think anyone was going to notice..." he said, leaning lightly on the doorway leading into the kitchen.

Delilah turned towards Fayt as he entered the room. She reached up and pulled her arm out of the sling, but decided to take the sling off completely. The thing got very uncomfortable very fast. "Your walk is slightly off balance, and you seem to be trying too hard to keep it right." She opened the bottle, having to try a few times because of her weakened arm. Though it did not seem to bother her. "To be honest, I only guessed. You just proved to me that you are in pain by coming in here." Delilah turned to him with a sly smile, handing him the light blue pill. Only one for now before she closed the bottle. Delilah still refused herself to ask him what happened. If he wanted to tell her, Fayt would. Simple as that.

"Thank you...for this and for not asking." Fayt replied, taking the pill and moving to the cupboard to take out a cup to get a cup of water. He washed the pill down quickly before setting the cup down on the counter before him, before turning to face Delilah again. He leaned lightly on the counter and sighed, running a hand over his face, suddenly looking much older than he really was as the weariness he felt finally crossed over his expression, "People tell me it helps to talk about my problems...I wouldn't know." He let his gaze wander over to the window and he stared outside with unfocused eyes, "But I'm scared...how would you or any of the others react if you knew what was happening to me?"

Delilah watched him take the pill and set the glass down. She put the bottle of pills back into her sweatshirt pocket. She would make it upstairs soon enough to put them away in her bathroom. Fayt had her attention for now though. "M-Maybe it would help you, if we both told each other what we are hiding." She suggested. She knew everyone in the house had something hiding deep down. Fayt seemed to just break down in front of her eyes.

Fayt's eyes closed and he let his head fall back so that his face was turned to the ceiling a sigh slipping past his lips, "If only it were that easy..." he murmured. He stood back up straight and shook his head, bangs flying every which way before fixing them to fall over one eyes with a hand, the other tugging on the bottom of his shirt to fix it as it had ridden up slightly. "As I said Delilah...I'm scared." He said, "It's not something that one would just say out-" Fayt stopped midsentence when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and sighed again, this time a sigh that sounded like he had given up. He shot Delilah an apologetic glance before flipping his phone open and pressing it to his ear, "Yes?"

Delilah was going to cut him off before his phone rang. She nodded to the little interruption, feeling no anger at it. Instead she turned, going into the refrigerator. Pulling out a can of ice tea for drink. She even pulled out a drink for Fayt. As he spoke, Delilah tried her best not to listen in on the conversation. It was scene as rude, though they were in the same room. She walked over towards the windows, watching their friends still outside. Though suddenly she froze as a helicopter flew over. The can she held in her bad hand was a bit crushed, though Delilah quickly snapped out of it, turning back into the room.

"What are you..." His expression hardened. "My contract already ended." he hissed. He listened to the reply before curling his free hand into a fist, "i don't care if they said that you could, I'm a legal adult now. I can make my own decisions." He suddenly flinched, as if what the other person had said stung him. "No...don't...I...I don't want that..." He unclenched his fist and the defeated expression was on his face again. "I understand..." he mumbled. He hung up and then let his phone fall from his hands, clattering to the tiled floor as he also sunk to the floor, cradling his head. He was such a coward. If he wasn't so deathly afraid of his friends finding out about his so called "job" he'd be free from that place, from all the pain that was inflicted upon him. But no, he was a coward. A few tears slipped from his eyes as he curled into himself more, ignoring the pain that recoiled through his body.

Delilah heard the click of the phone. And looked back to Fayt. Though what she saw was a man defeated, scared and crying. Her heart sank a bit for her friend. Delilah carefully set the crushed can down and walked over to him. Wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. Though she did not say a word to him. Having a very strong feeling that anything she said could only upset him more. Instead she just held on to the man. Closing her eyes.

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