He looked at her. Holding her hand as she wrapped hers around his. Holding her hand like she was a delicate doll who could break at a moments notice. He walked her back through the trees and took her into the city once more. Not realizing that his father had seen him with her a few miles into the city. He looked at her and followed her directions to get her home. Jumping as when he was there he felt something brush past him. It kinda felt like something was sniffing the hand that was bleeding. He instinctively pulled it closer to himself. Waving off whatever was there. He then shoved that arm by the hand into his pocket. Playing with the keychain inside of it. He walked her up to the front door. "Well...we're here. I gotta go now." He said. Smiling at her then turned. Running off as the front door opened.<br/><br/>Halfway home a car knocked him to the ground when it threw on its brakes. A hand jerked him up by his hair and shook him.<span style="font-style: italic">"Get in the car Matthew before I beat the shit out of you in public. Make everyone know what a weakling you are." Came the icy hiss of his father.</span>He paled greatly and scrambled into the front passenger seat of the police car. When his father got back in he turned and got a fist to the mouth. Holding it as it was tender now. "I'm sorry."<span style="font-style: italic">"You skipped school for a woman?! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT!!!" He yelled. Cusing his son out all the way home. Pulling into the garage. Jerking his son out bhy the ear and threw him into the shed full of tools.</span>Matthew cried out as he hit the tool shed and tools of varying weight fell and hit him or landed on his back. Screaming in pain but nobody would hear.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">His father jerked him up and threw him in the front door. Proceeding to beat the shit out of Matthew. Luckily it was only about eight more punches and two kicks before he left him there groaning.</span><span style="font-weight: bold">His mother smiled a cruel grin. "Can't you do anything right stupid? Can you? You are such a fucking retard. Go to bed you disgusting maggot."</span>He rushed to his room and locked himself inside.<br/><br/>The days passed and so did the time that he and Viola spent with each other. She made a small part of him happy. He had just gotten home from school and into the house when he got kicked in the gut. Doubling over and coughing as he was shoved sideways onto the ground. Hitting his head. Hearing his mother call him a stupid little ugly ass bastard. He cried out in pain as his father twisted his arm behind his back. Screaming as stomp after stomp landed in the middle of his spine. He crawled away when his arm was let go and was promptly kicked upwards in his stomach and flew into the television. THe heavy ass thing falling and landing on him. He scrambled up to get a fist in the face. Stumbling back as hits landed everywhere. He soon crumpled to the ground. Getting up his father growled at him. Oh you did it now you fucking dip shit. She yelled at him when he pushed past trying to get away. A knife stabbed into his side making him scream in pain.<br/><br/>He ran out the open patio door and stumbled. His legs badly bruised and sprained in several places. His left hand went to his right side. His jacket balled up against the bleeding wound. It had cut in pretty deep. Each step he took was labored and painful. His right arm lay there broken at the hand and thus limp. He dragged his leg and soon made it to the tea house. Pushing the door open and ended up collapsing. "VIOLA!" He cried out. Heaving in pain as he slowly started to slip into unconsciousness. He then struggled to stay away. His right hand just flopping there.