ONCE AGAIN, BE SURE YOU DIDN'T SKIP A CHAPTER. This is the 7th chapter I have posted in 3 days. This is the LAST chapter. Sorry if it disappoints.

A/N: Matt is 17. Tai is 18. TK is 8. Indicates Matt's thoughts.

Disclaimer: I own the rights to plenty of anime's, but Digimon's not one of them.

WARNING: This fic has non consensual sex, violence, AND is yaoi. So don't harass me if these things piss you off.

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Matt hurriedly threw his clothes on, not looking forward to what was going to probably be a very shitty night.

"Tai, I want you to leave right now." Matt said, trying to keep his voice calm.

"I really don't think I should leave you…"

"Just do it." Matt said forcefully. Trust me. You shouldn't be here for this.

"But what if he hurts you?" Tai whispered, totally concerned with Matt's well being.

"My Father has never hurt me." Matt lied. He had never mentioned to Tai that his Father use to beat him, and he wasn't about to mention it now. "Don't worry Tai. I'll be fine. I just don't want to make the situation any worse than it has to be." Please just leave.

Tai sighed,"Okay Matt. If that's what you want. Just please stay safe."

"I will, I promise." Matt whispered, gently laying a kiss on Tai's forehead. I hope this is a promise I can keep. "Go out the window so he doesn't see you again."

Tai nodded, and slipped out the window, into the darkness.

Matt stared at his bedroom door trying to summon up the courage to walk through it. What's the worst that could happen? He slaps you up a little bit. No big deal. It wouldn't be the first time. Matt turned the doorknob and made his way to the living room.

Clang. Clank. Matt heard the noises in the kitchen. The mumbled curses. CRASH! Matt drew in a deep breath of air and entered the Kitchen, ready to accept his fate.

"Fuck. Where's the fucking booze Yamato!" Mr. Ishida yelled, acknowledging Matt's presence.

"We don't have any." He's drunk. As usual.

"What the fuck do you mean we don't have any? You little fuck! You drank all my Goddamn liquor didn't you!" Mr. Ishida immediately went up to Matt.

Matt raised his hand up to his face instinctively, waiting for a blow to follow.

"Awww….you think I'm gonna hit you? You think I'm gonna bruise that pretty little face of yours."

Matt remained silent.

"What? I'm not good enough to answer? Do you think you're better than me or something?"

Yes. "No." Matt quickly answered.

"No, of course you don't." Mr. Ishida walked past Matt and into the Living room.

I should just go to bed and try to talk to him in the morning. Hopefully he'll be somewhat sober by then. Matt started to head back towards his room.

"Where the fuck you think you're going little Faggot?" Mr. Ishida yelled, stopping Matt in his tracks.

"To bed." Matt whispered. Shit. Here we go.

"Going back to crawl in bed with you're little boyfriend?" Mr. Ishida grabbed his stomach and laughed. "I always knew you were a fucking queer. You've always stank of it." Mr. Ishida walked back up to his son and grabbed him hard by the arm. "You like it up the ass, boy?"

Matt shook his head no, hoping that was the answer that would piss him off the least.

"Liar!" Matt was thrown to the ground. "You like it up the ass?" Mr. Ishida asked again, this time kicking Matt in his side.

"No." Matt whispered, clutching his side in pain. Shit. Does he want me to answer yes?

Mr. Ishida pulled Matt up by his shirt and slapped him across the face. "Do you like it up the ass, fag?"

Please stop hitting me. "Yes." Matt whispered this time, hoping it would stop the onslaught.

Using his free hand, Mr. Ishida pulled out a gun from the back of his pants, and held it against Matt's head. Oh shit….Oh God….don't kill me. Please don't kill me.

"Got you scared now, don't I boy. I should just kill you. I'd be doing the world a favor by getting rid of you."

Matt squeezed his eyes shut. He was going to die. He knew it.

"Fuck you're not worth the bullet." Mr. Ishida muttered, throwing Matt back to the ground.

Matt trembled on the ground. He was too scared to make any sort of movement. He felt another sharp pain connect with his side. SHIT!

"Why the fuck don't you ever fight back?"

Because you're my Father. Because I still love you. Because I want you to be the way you were before.

"You're such a pussy shit. Get the fuck out of my face."

Matt quickly rose and left the room, but instead of going to his own bedroom, he went to TK's.

Once he entered he saw the small child, sitting on the floor. He had his arms wrapped around his legs and his head buried in his knees. Oh God. He's crying. He heard everything. Matt immediately locked the door, scooped up the boy, and brought him to bed. Once TK was calm, Matt let sleep finally take over.

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Matt awoke to the sounds of sobbing. He looked down at the little boy nestled next to him, sleeping peacefully. Is Dad…crying?

Matt got up and walked to the Living room. There his Father sat in a chair, head in hands, body convulsing in his misery. Matt wasn't sure what he should do.

Suddenly Mr. Ishida looked up at Matt. He wiped the tears from his eyes and gave Matt the warmest smile. "Please, come here." Mr. Ishida whispered in the gentlest voice Matt had ever heard from his Father. "Please come to me." The man out stretched his arms towards his son.

Matt's heart thumped in his chest. His Father looked so happy. He wants to hug me? Does he really want to hug me?

"Please." Mr. Ishida whispered again.

Matt wrapped his arms around his Father for the first time in years. This is how it should be. This is how a Father and son should be. There should be love. Mr. Ishida scooped him up onto his lap, and hugged him back. Matt knew he was acting like an 8 year old, but he didn't care. You're finally back Dad. You're finally back.

They both pulled away from the embrace and looked at each other, both sporting the biggest smile possible.

Mr. Ishida ran his hand through Matt's hair. "I missed you Nancy." Nancy?

"I've been waiting so long for you to return. I thought you would never come back. But you did." Mr. Ishida embraced Matt again, but this time he didn't hug back. He thinks I'm Mom.

Matt opened his mouth, not really knowing what to say. "I'm not…"

"Shhhhh. Don't say anything honey." Their bodies separated once more and Mr. Ishida took his son's face in his hands. "You're still so beautiful. Why did you ever leave me honey? Why? Promise you'll never leave me again. Promise me."

Matt slowly nodded his head, unsure why he made the promise from his Mother.

"Thank you honey. I love you so much. I love you."

Matt felt his Fathers lips placed upon his own. NO! Matt shoved himself off of his fathers lap, falling onto the floor.

"Nancy! What's wrong?"

"I'm not Nancy! I'm Matt! MATT! You're son!"

Mr. Ishida blinked a few times. "Matt?" He shook his head, and looked around the room. "Matt, where'd Nancy go? Where's your Mother!" There was panic in his voice.

"She's dead Dad. She's dead. She was never here. She's dead." Matt kept repeating it over and over. "She's dead. She's dead..." Dead….

"No….no. Not again. Why did you leave me again Nancy? WHY!" Mr. Ishida took out his gun and placed it to his temple. "Nancy…I love you."

"God Dad! NO!"

BANG!

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Matt dropped his bag of belongings on the floor of his new home. It was a small two bedroom apartment near the college campus. There was ugly wallpaper on the wall. Ugly linoleum. A nasty brown carpet. An Avocado green refrigerator in the kitchen. Ugly everything.

"Hey Matt! Look! There's a pool back here!" TK shouted, pointing out the window. "Wow! This is the best place ever! Can I go swimming?"

Matt smiled, "Yeah, of course you can."

"Yay!" TK ran off to his bedroom to change.

Matt inhaled deeply trying to take in the smell of his new surroundings.

Matt felt arms embrace him from behind, light kisses falling on his neck. "Isn't this place perfect?" Tai whispered in his ear.

Yes. It is.

THE END

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Feel free to bitch about my ending. Waaaaay long ago, when I actually still gave a shit about this story, I had planned a sequel. But that probably won't happen. Really, we're lucky I even finished this. I'm the laziest shit on the planet.