Sepiroth get's out a bottle of cheap Vodka from his cupboard and walks over to the chair, he slowly sits down with a soft whimper of pain. “I can't take this much longer..” he whispers tiredly as he undoes the bottle and takes a big swing, feeling the liquid burn as it makes it's way down to his stomach. His cheeks flush a little and he let's out a small moan, putting the bottle back down. He slumps down on the table and clenches his fists as the voice in his head rises to a scream. “father, please stop..” Sepiroth whispers. “I know that you aren't happy, but I'll get my phone back when I can.. so please.. please stop..” his voice breaks a little and he slowly sits up, eyes wide in fear. Even though he's alone, in Sepiroth's mind his father is standing dangerously close..<br/><br/>Sepiroth springs up from his seat quickly, backing away and raising his hands as though in protection.. or maybe in pleading. He runs out the room as fast as he can, ignoring the pain that sears through his thin body as though he's being stabbed. The drink has also made him groggy and he stumbles, bumping into things and letting out surprised yelps every time he impacts with something. He makes his way to the bathroom and quickly shuts the door, his eyes flicker around the room-avoiding the bath itself and moving to the stand alone shower. He quickly turns it on so the water so it pounds the floor and helps drown out his father's taunts. He looks through the medicine cabinet and pulls out his medication, quickly gulping the pills without any water. He then steps fully clothed- or as clothed as he can get- into the shower and feels the water soak him. Slowly his father's voice fades away with a final call of. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF THE BASEMENT, YOU WORTHLESS FALIURE!?'<br/><br/><br/>that to, fades to nothing more then a faint echo. Sepiroth takes a deep and shuddering breath and slowly get's out the shower, shaking all over. He slowly makes his way to the bedroom, removing his clothes as he walks. He keeps his eyes on the floor, an intruder in his own home. He walks into the bedroom and pulls own a pair of underpants and a baggy shirt that cover his thin legs and reaches his knees. He slides into the bed and gazes out the window, watching the dark sky. His eyes slowly shut as he thinks about how he's going to get his phone back. He falls to sleep.. and get's lost in nightmares..<br/>….............................................................................................................................................<br/><br/><br/>He wakes up in a cold sweat, looking around sharply. He feels woozy, he stumbles to the bathroom and showers quickly. Stumbling out the bathroom he picks out a long women's sweater and some baggy jeans, he get's dressed quickly. “I need to get that phone back.. it's the only one I have..” he whispers to himself, his eyes widen when realises that today is the day his father was going to phone him. Sepiroth is torn between happiness and dread. His father must be feeling better to phone, but Shawn has his phone and if he answers.. Sepiroth shudders, for so long he's kept how his father treats him to himself-and Adonis since Adonis also knows.. but if Shawn answers that phone, he'll know the truth as well.. and Sepiroth's not sure if he could cope with the shame..<br/><br/>meanwhile, Sepiroth's phone rings faintly from it's hiding place..<br/><br/><br/>(coolio! :] just to give you a heads up,  I won't be on sunday but I will be on the next day :] )