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Cal's eyes closed as he listened to the soft and soothing music. It meant nothing much to him but it was calming and that was all he needed right now. He was sore and his latest trip had gone sour. He was so close to dying that time, he knew it. His blood was all over the floor and he could even recall feeling his heart stop beating. And there, among the crimson pool and fading thoughts, there had been someone...this girl who had been watching him as he closed his eyes, and opened her own big green eyes that bored into his own as though she knew everything about him...maybe she did. He had been dying after all.

'Why do they always save me?' Cal's mind questioned as he sat up and pulling his headphones down around his neck. 'They always tell me that I should have been killed ages ago and they always beat the s**t out of me...but they won't let me have my peace.'

They. Them. He. Her. There was no other word for his mother and father as far as he was concerned. Why his little sister remained unharmed was beyond him, but he didn't want to think about it. Let her keep her sweet innocence; it was not his to destroy and he certainly didn't want them to take it from her.

Tap...Boom. Boom.

The door seemed to groan under the force used upon it and Cal winced, almost feeling the blows upon himself instead of the door. Cassie had to have been on her way to school with her and so he was left alone with him.

"Open up this door, you little s**t." His drunken voice growled on the other side of the door like a hungry lion and Cal moved to let him in. Better to take it than to have the door removed and beaten twice as hard for 'hiding' as he put it.

Standing and pushing his CD player and headphones under his pillow, Cal moved mechanically toward the door and opened it. There was a brief glimps of his face followed by a crack to the side of his head and black dots dancing around his vision. Cal let himself fall, learning that fighting back or standing ground meant he'd get it twice as bad. The wooden floor that he slammed into was a warm welcome compared to the things to come and the crunch of glass on the floor as he stepped in made him raise a hand to his face.

Eyes widened. A brief image of his hand after he touched his cheek, liquid red smeared across his fingers and maybe a brown fragment of some sort...an empty bottle of beer, he would later find out and he was suprized that the impact needed to do that hadn't killed him or put him in a coma...but no, the bottle had to have been cracked or something befire hand to achieve such an effect, but Cal stopped thinking on it as his body bowed from a hard kick to the ribs.

"Didn't I tell you not to lock that door?! Didn't I?!" He yelled at him, grabbing Cal's hair, kept just long enough to use as a leash in situations like this. The thick scent of alcohol perfumed the air around Cal and he shivered a little.

"Yes." Cal said in a monotone voice, not looking up to see the face of the man who should have been his father. A release of pressure on his scalp and a boot stamping onto his back made the air rush out of Cal.

"Then why can't you just listen, boy? I make a simple rule and even then you can't get it right." He spat at him...then on him as a boot crashed into his ribs. Steele-toed boots today. Cal whimpered a little and then tried not to think about it...tried not to think about anything as he fled into the quiet darkness of his mind where he wanted nothing more than to die...