I'll Be There

*Helpless*

Chapter 2

School was out and Seifer didn't want to go home. Why? Well, his father's usually in a bad mood, and Seifer tries to avoid him. He was not looking forward to enduring another one of his father's 'talks.' Actually, Seifer tries to avoid going home unless his father is out cold from his damn drinking. He hated him.

Anyway, he was at his locker, which was by Squall's, putting his things in there and getting ready to leave. Squall was doing the same thing. He just met Squall, but he was fuckin' hot, and he appeared alright. Sighing, Seifer shut his locker and ran a hand through his golden blond hair. He grabbed his backpack and turned to Squall.

"So, are you headed home?" he was trying to make idle conversation, hoping to buy a little time.

Squall shut his own locker and turned to face him, backpack over his right shoulder. "Yeah. Nothing else to do."

"Oh."

"Are you heading home?" Squall saw Seifer flinch a little at the word 'home.'

"Yes. So I guess I'll see ya tomorrow?"

"Sure. We do go to the same school you know?"

Seifer snorted at his reply. "Yeah. Well, I guess, see ya later then?"

"Yeah. Talk to you later." Squall nodded his head at him.

Seifer smiled at him, seeing as he made a new friend already. Well, at least that's what it seems like. Can you make a friend in less then a day? Seifer thought you could.

Seifer waved at him and was off, still smiling. 'He seems like a decent guy.' Seifer thought.

Squall, who watched him go, decided to leave as well, thinking of the barely noticeable flinch and wondered what it was. It was probably nothing.

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Seifer's father was always mean to him. Actually, he thinks it started when his mother left them. Either way, he always finds himself on the other end of a beating sometimes, mostly for no reason. Most likely, though, it was cause he drinks an awful lot.

His drinking also started when their mother left. He never defends himself against his own father because he can't. Whether or not he beats him, he's still his father. He gives him a place to live. So he just deals with it. Seifer just tries to stay out of his way when he's drunk. Even then, though, that doesn't seem to work some of the times. He wished it would stop though, but he doubts It'll happen right now, so yeah, all he can do right now is just let his father vent.

Seifer gave a little shaky sigh when he reached his house. He clenched his fists and decided to just go the fuck in. He shouldn't have this problem, but he does. Well there's nothing he can really do. He reached for the door knob and went inside.

When he got in there, he could already tell that he was drunk.

Shit. Just what he needed.

He did expect it though, it was common with is father.

"Seifer! Is that you!" His father Jack Almasy screamed from the kitchen where he was at.

Seifer winced at the sound of his father's voice. "Y-yeah." He call back to him. Seifer hated feeling weak, because he was not weak by any means. There was no logical reason as to why he really lets his father do this shit to him.

"Get in here, boy!" Jack shouted to him

Seifer took in a big gulp of air and went into the kitchen. When he got in there, there was a mess on the floor, plus he could tell his father was more then a little drunk. Damn. "What?"

"What took you so long getting home? You're late." He walked over and stood in front of Seifer, making him back up a little. His breath rink of alcohol.

"N-nothin.' I'm not that late."

You back talkin' me boy?" He raised his hand and back handed him across the face.

Seifer held his stinging cheek, expecting as much. "No. I was just talking to someone after school. That's all, really."

"Who? Your boyfriend?" Jack snarled in his sons face. He never liked the fact the his only son is gay. He loathed it. That was another problem they had, was him being gay. He tried to change Seifer, but nothing worked and his father grew more angry with him, if that was even possible. Since then, he has not tried to change him, knowing he can't. So that's just another frustration he vents on Seifer.

"No! Just some new kid at school." He tried to reason with his father, but to no avail.

"Yeah, sure. You're nothing but a disgusting faggot! I bet it was a boyfriend wasn't it? Wasn't it?" he snapped.

"It wasn't—" Seifer's protest was cut off with a punch to his stomach. He bent over gasping for air at the expected blow.

"Don't lie to me. I know. Off gallivanting around with another boy, being a fuckin' faggot. You're worthless Seifer. A disgrace for a son." He spat.

His father kicked him in the stomach, hard, making his cringe. "Stop." Seifer said, holding his stomach. Shit. He waited for a few moments until the beating was over with. His father had kicked him and punched him. Seifer knew he was crying, but he couldn't stop. This is what his life is like. Nothing to do but expect it and accept it. Finally. Jack was done.

"Get out of my site, you dirty faggot." His father really liked to use that word, to show his disgust with it. Jack left the kitchen and Seifer stood up slowly, cringing at his aching and abused body. He was bleeding on face, bu the didn't care. At least it's over. For now.. anyway.

He quickly went to his room and locked his door. Seifer took a couple of deep breaths, then he decided to take a shower and wash up. He would skip dinner tonight, like he did a lot of nights. Anything to get away from his father.

He took off his clothes and went to the shower, making it hot. He always liked his showers hot. It was soothing to him.

He began washing himself when he was in there, getting rid of the blood that was on him. He knew damn well that he'd have some bruises tomorrow. He usually hides the bruises on his face with a little powder, not letting anyone see what he lives with and what happens and 'home.' Seifer snorted when the word 'home' enters him mind.

He didn't think of this has his home, really. You shouldn't get abused in your own home, by your own father. Well that's what Seifer thinks. So, yeah, this was just a place he lived, not a home.

After he was done he got dressed for bed in his usual, which was his boxers. He didn't sleep with a shirt on. As he was laying in bed, he started to tear up again, as the pain in his sides started making itself known.

He hated his life.

"Damn." Seifer whispered, wiping his eyes, He would not cry, dammit! Although, he couldn't really help it either. His body ached, plus he was tried of this treatment, though, knowing nothing can be done about it.

His father wasn't always like this, though. A big part of it was the result of his mother leaving them. The other part was him being gay, which he could not change. And honestly, he really didn't want to change either. He liked the way he was, even though his father didn't.

Whether or not his father loves him, while it did matter to him, he couldn't change it either. And he has accepted that fact long ago. All Seifer does is pray he gets better, but from the looks of things, that won't be happening anytime soon.

Sighing, Seifer decided to go to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be better for him.

Before he dozes off, though, he though about talking to Squall again tomorrow. Squall was a pretty decent guy after all, helping him out in gym today and all. Seifer smiled at that thought. He could have held his own with the retard, but he was glad someone, besides his friend stuck up for him. One of his friends, that would be Zell Dincht. He's the only one that knows of his life outside of school.

Zell has also urged him to do something about it, but he refused to. Telling him that it would do no good and to just drop it. He knew Zell was just worried about him. He had another friend, Quistis. Though she didn't know what was going on.

With the last thought in his mind he drifted off to sleep.