It's not your fault

Good things always end

-Gon POV-

By this time it was the 6th day. One day before my dad came home. One day till Killua leaves. I clung on to Killua and hid my face within his chest. He sighed and started playing with my hair.

I sniffled, knowing I would miss this. He gently lifted my chin up and kissed me. He gave me a reassuring smile and patted my back. Slowly we fell asleep and I only woke up at about 2:00am. Killua was gone. Instead of him in my arms it was a pillow. I cried Silently till my exhaustion drove me to sleep.

I woke up again when my dad ripped the door open. He smelt like smoke, multiple perfumes, and alcohol. The overwhelming scent made me cough as he grabbed me. He looked me up and down. "Ew you're a fucking fat ass now, better fix that." He said dragging me towards the bathroom. He threw me on my knees In front of the toilet. "Throw it up. Now." He hissed. I stared down as he grabbed my face and shoved his fingers down my throat.

Instinctively I gagged and threw up. He did this to me until I was dry heaving and dizzy.My dad just dragged me back to the living room by my ankle. I don't know why he felt the need to hurt me already. He just got back and already wants to scuff my body up.

He chuckled and slammed me against the wall and let go, letting me slump to the floor. My breath is was knocked out of me by the sudden impact and something was preventing me from catching it. I had landed on my stomach, hard. I flipped myself over with a pained gasped and examined myself. 2 of my ribs were twisted and mangled out of place. I gasped, hoping to take in more air.

"You're so goddamn pathetic." He sneered.
Blinding amounts of pain took over my system as his shoes connected with my face. By the time he was done his shoes were spattered with blood, I was missing teeth which now layed on the floor infront of me. One eye was bleeding and swollen shut.

My dad walked off muttering about the bloody mess on his shoes. I sat myself up and slumped against the wall. I looked around to find something to take my eyes away from the pain. I noticed a small frog stuffed animal. The one Killua gave me. It was splashed with my blood at this point. I picked it up and shakily carried it to the sink.

I turned the faucet on and rinsed all the blood from the toy. Suddenly my dad appeared behind me and snatched it up. He looked it over holding it by a foot. I reached for it in clear distress.

"Pffftt- what are you, a toddler?" He laughed at my antics. "G-give it back." I stammered almost crying. "It's just a stupid ass kids toy." He said grabbing its head. He gripped Its foot in his other hand and started pulling it apart. I heard the seams of the toy rip as it's head came off. He laughed and tossed it in the air. I caught it as some of my injuries that had scabbed burst open, making blood drip from my body.

I walked down to my room and stared at it. It was destroyed. Everything. There was pictures of me and Killua thrown across my bed. They were each destroyed. Ripped, drawn on, burnt, thrown in water. Every way he could've destroyed my pictures were used.

I kept looking around my room. My blankets were torn. My lights were shattered. I stepped through the broken glass to get across the room, trailing blood behind me. I pulled the bag that my friends had given to me from its designated hiding spot. Nothing was destroyed there. I sighed in relief and pulls up a small needle and pulled some string from my torn blankets. I began putting stitches back in the frog, until it was sloppily mended. Finally the I succumbed to my pain and passed out.

Someone entered my room and I shot awake, curling my body to prevent getting struck somewhere vital. I received only a slight tap on my shoulder. Slowly I uncovered my face and saw Killua standing in front of me. I jumped up, tackling him into a hug.

-Killua POV-

I had noticed ging wasn't at gons house while riding my skateboard around. I pushed a little on the front door and it just popped open. I walked down to gons room and he stirred in his sleep.

He defensively curled up until I tapped his shoulder lightly. He looked up at me, one eye bruised and swollen shut with a small stream of dried over blood. I lightly sighed when he jumped into a hug. Through all of this he's still able to be happy.

I lifted his chin up and examined his battered face. His coughed and shuddered with a pained expression. I gently lifted his shirt revealing a uneven and messed up area underneath his skin of broken bones. He pitifully looked at the ground and sniffled, I gave him a hug carefully and rubbed his back. I fixed up his eye to the best of my abilities anr he crawled into my lap, flinching as injuries brushed on stuff around him.

He curled up in my lap and went to sleep. I was desperately fighting the urge to sleep, knowing ging would yell on gon if he found me.  The reason I was so tired was that me kurapika and Leorio had stayed up all night, filing police and c.p.s reports. Everyone was pissed that they refused to help, knowing ging had money and could pay his way out of trouble and getting his kid taken away. We had been trying to get Gon away from this living hell since kurapika witnessed what happened. But we can't do anything. It makes us feel weak, like we aren't even trying to help.

I massaged my temples sighing thinking about what may happen to gon. trafficking rings. Labor. Dea-. No I can't think about this. Right now I just need to enjoy my moments with this angel.

I brushed his medium length hair from his face revealing his peaceful yet harmed face. I slowly placed my hands along the sides of his face and rubbed his cheeks with my thumbs. God he's so cute. Why does this have to happen to him. It should've been me. He doesn't deserve any of this. I felt myself get more and more pissed at I thoughts about why. What could've this sweet boy done to deserve any of this. I clenched my fist to the point where my nails dug into my knuckles.

To my surprise gon softly grabbed my hands and relaxed them. "You hurt yourself, don't do that." He said calmly. I expected him to let my hands go, but he just held them. I blushed furiously realizing he wasn't going to release my hands.

We heard gings car drive up. I sprinted to the nearest window and launched myself out, landing in a bush underneath it. I stayed hidden until I was sure ging had left. I emerged and grabbed my skateboard. I felt good but terrible. Gons hurt. But he's at least a little happy. One day I'll kill ging. He caused this. His pain and suffering. Us almost losing him. He's the one behind all. That bastard will pay.

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