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Roxas’ POV
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I felt my heart racing as we looked at each other, I felt my eyes lower to look at his lips. I wanted him to kiss me… I badly longed for it and never expected for him to give into my silent pleas. My first kiss was as memorable as they say that they should be. With the soft breeze blowing past me, and his warm body so close to mine. It was perfect, and new… but familiar. There was something about the way he kissed me that it seemed like it had happened before. But those feelings I ignored, letting out a shaky sigh as we parted, nodding slowly at what he said.

Just before my heart had been beating wildly in me chest in anticipation, now it beat in fear as I dug the key from my pocket and went to put it into the lock, but before I could do anything the door was ripped open and my mother stood there, with a mixture of fear and anger on that face of hers. I immediately stepped back when she made a grab for me, holding onto Axel tightly, protectively. My gaze turned up toward his as he watched the woman in her shocked silence.

“What… Corey! Get in here now!” She finally sputtered out, I watched as her face began to blotch with red.

“Umm… Ma’am… I-”

“You?! You what? Who are you anyways?! Trying to kidnap my Corey and run off with him! He’s fragile and can be easily hurt!” She interrupted, anger switching from me to Axel, who frowned slightly. I frowned with him, waiting for him to yell at her like everyone else did when she was in this state. Everyone but him that was, he was scared of her, scared of her hard hand.

“I was simply taking him out after school as a congratulations-” He spoke softly, and calmly, and yet again he was interrupted.

“Well you should know better! He doesn’t know the ways of the world and could easily have gotten lost!”

“I was careful Ma’am….” The anger of my mother, ceased to scare me as much right then. It was the look in Axel’s eyes. There was a hidden fire behind the calm exterior, as if he was going to snap and burn his mother to ashes on the spot. My hands clutched at my new friends clothing tightly, to keep him from saying anymore. I waited for my mothers rant to die down before speaking myself.

“Mom… this is Axel. He’s my friend, my first friend. He took me out so I could meet other people-”

“Which is what I don’t want you to do Corey! I never wanted you to be around other people! It’s bad for you and your condition-”

“Screw my condition Mom!” My voice had risen so that I was yelling like her, my hands clutched into fists as I felt tears of fury sting my eyes. I didn’t want to be kept under confinement because my mother couldn’t face the possible embarrassment of others knowing that her son had a disorder of thinking he had some sort of pass life. Of thinking that he saw images of that same pass life.

I knew my body was shaking but I never really realized how bad it was until Axel took my hand and looked down at me with a small shake of his head. I made myself go quiet as Axel dropped my hand and returned his attention to the woman who still stood there, furious, but actually noticing the fact that the neighbors had heard the yelling, a couple people coming out to see what the commotion was about. I hid a smile, for I knew that now my mother had no choice but to listen.

“Ma’am. I’m sorry for taking your son out for so long. But having a similar condition myself, I know how important it is to interact with others.” A cocky smile was on his lips, I glanced away, trying not to laugh. Axel had a way with words. “Maybe he wouldn’t have such a rebellious streak if you possibly didn’t keep him in practical solitary confinement all the time. Hmm?”

The next I looked up, Axel was smirking arrogantly and my mother was turning a uglier shade of red. Right there I knew he had hit a nerve, never did anyone dare to insult my mothers methods like that… they normally got hit where it’d hurt most. I had no idea how she could injure Axel though, at least injure him in some way other then physical. All three of us knew that the tall red-head could over power her.

I’m not sure how long the two of them stared at each other before Axel turned towards me and flashed me a smile. He told me he’d see me at school tomorrow, and if not then he’d come over here to see how I was doing. I tried not to blush at the thought, nodding in response I watched him leave me.

I slowly walked back inside and once that door was closed, I felt a hand slam into my face, the sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh as I fell backward. I clutched my cheek, wincing at the stinging pain that went through my face. I didn’t dare to look up at my mother above me, even though I knew she was waiting for me to say something to defend myself. She should know better… I never did it before, why should I do it now? As I felt the grip on my shoulder, I stood up, still keeping my gaze lowered as she started hitting my chest and arms and face. I didn’t let myself move, and kept in the tears even as she hissed her words of hatred and loathing. She pretended to love me… I knew she hadn’t given me up to a mental hospital because she was scared of people finding out and to loose face in front of her high ranking friends.

After she had satisfied her violent rage… she sent me up to my room which I happily fled into. I closed the door hard and flipped the lock, letting out a sigh of relief. Finally I was safe for a little while. It was then that the tears came, I couldn’t stop them from wanting to come forward…. I hated my life like this. Being forced to take medication for a condition I didn’t really want to go away and getting beaten for things I couldn’t control. I knew the violence she showed me was the violence she felt toward Axel. In the morning she’d say nothing about it and act as if nothing had happened. At this point she couldn’t take me out of the school… not yet. I give it a week though.

Slowly sliding down the door until I was sitting on the rug, my knee’s drawn tightly to my stomach. I couldn’t stop staring out the window and up at the sky, slightly curious if Axel was doing the same thing. I almost wished he had took me with him… and held me like he had before we’d gotten to the house. Even if it had been for a couple moments as he kissed me, I’d still felt safe and for once accepted and loved.

I whimpered softly and gripped the material on my pants tightly. Even if I wasn’t the Roxas that Axel longed for… even if it was all a lie and that there was someone else that he really waited for… I’d pretend. I wanted his love… even if it meant living a lie.