Thank you very much for all the support! I'm feeling a little better now! I've had that thing when you feel the urge to pee very often

'Neeway, in between races to the toilet, I have manged to write the update and take the piccies needed. :D

For Jules: the eyes are by Fiona Azreal from MTS2, here's a link for you Eyes

First, though, be warned that this chapter contains some swearing and some violence, nothing too intense though

Enjoy!

Chapter 8, Part II

Shadee blinked once, then breathed deeply. The place could barely be called a house actually. It was more of a trashed trailer. The front “garden” was unkept, there was no grass, no bushes, no trees, apart from an old, leaf-less, dead-looking one that stood murkily near the sidewalk.



She took a few steps closer, avoiding the trash scattered around the yard and made her way slowly towards the entrance door. The steps creaked under her weight and the girl was suddenly afraid that the whole thing was going to go down with her. She glanced inside through one of the dirty, stained windows.



The inside was even worse than the outside: everything was dirty and old, stains covered the furniture and the girl thought she could feel a foul smell wafting through the broken window.





The place seemed deserted, unfit for people to live in, but still there was no doubt that this was the house she had been looking for, the address Miss Dora had given her matched.

Shadee was just about to knock, when screams erupted from inside. Frightened, she took a few steps backwards and gripped the railing.

‘You little-’ the rest of the words were covered by a painful moan.

The girl hurried back to the window and peeked inside. There was a tall, broad shouldered man and – Shadee’s heart leaped – Sebastien holding his left jaw. The man had probably punched him in the face.



‘Tell me where it is!!’ the man shouted angrily at Sebastien. Shadee could clearly see through the gap in the window that the broad shouldered man was swaying lightly, he was most probably drunk.

‘I’m not telling you, father! It’s my money and I worked hard to earn it!’ Sebastien answered angrily, still rubbing his sore jaw.

The man seemed irritated ‘You ain’t no son of mine!’ he muttered, almost loosing his balance ‘You’re a f*cking ***! No son of mine walks around wearing make-up on his face like broads!’

Sebastien looked in another direction. Suddenly, without any warning, the man hit Sebastien square in the face again, the unexpecting boy being smashed to the wall and falling to the ground. His father began to hit him savagely with his fists and legs: in the head in the stomach, whichever part of his son’s body he could reach.



Shadee was horrified. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew she had to do something soon if she wanted to see Sebastien alive again.

There was a heart-tearing scream and Sebastien raised one hand, coughing. ‘Please, stop!’ he pleaded to his father, but the man was merciless. He continued to hit the boy with all his might, he even grinned at the sight of Sebastien’s bleeding wounds. He was just about to hit him one more time, when Shadee just couldn’t stop herself.

‘NOO!!! Leave him alone!!!’

She pounded with her fists on the door of the house, almost breaking it down. In a few seconds though, she regretted having done that. Sebastien’s father was now slowly swaying towards her.