Ryo reluctantly got pulled in. Wincing as the arm he cut was grabbed to pull him in. He bit back the hiss of pain that threatened to escape his lips. Instead pretending ignorance of the stinging pain. He pulled free of him as quickly as possible. He looked at the food. It smelled like Hisoku... Tears rimmed his eyes and he harshly wiped away the tears that threatened to fall. His brother never came home. He was left to fend for himself against their mother. He looke at the food. It looked good. He stepped towards it then pulled back. Nope...no. He wasn't hungry but yet he was. It reminded him of Hisoku.<br/><br/>He looked at him in shock when he looked at his arm. Pulling back and trying to stay away from him. His eyes wide in shock at his words. He wasn't even sure what to say. How would this man know he cut himself? How did he know about his mother? Did Hisoku tell them what their mother did to him? Did he? He didn't answer him. It was true. He had been cutting again and his mother got him this morning. Lately it was almost every morning the past few weeks.<br/><br/>He fought against Hiya to keep the clothing on. He didn't want to take it off. Didn't want looks of pity or demanding explanations. It took awhile but words about Hisoku wanting him to be helped convinced him to remove the hoodie and shirt. He had bruises all over his form. Hand prints riddled up and down his upper arm. There was bruises around his neck where she tried to strangle him. Guaze covered his arms but a bloody bit of gauze covered his arm. He wondered how the man knew. How did he know? Why did he say this time? "How did...how did you know? You seemed to already know while others seemed to just try to guess. Guess that means you won't believe anything I say when I try to explain them away." He said. Already knowing the answer. Thinking it was Hisoku who told him.<br/><br/>He looked down. "Hisoku told you about mother didn't he? He always protected me from her. She never hurt him...not once." He said in a soft voice. "She likes to hurt me though. Its my fault somehow but she does it even if I don't do anything." His voice a soft whisper. "It just is what it is." He wasn't wanting to tell him what happened. The burn on his face still red. There was a bruise under his right eye. A big nasty fist bruise. He winced as the wounds were cleaned and rebandaged. He looked down. "Mother hates me and says its my fault Hisoku never game back..." he said softly.<br/><br/>He looked down. "She threw a pan full of hot grits at me. It got me across the face. She punched me in the face when I came downstairs." He said. "She grabbed me numerous times on my arms and shoved me." He closed his eyes. "She tried to choke me but let go leaving me gasping for air. She put me down...its nothing." He said. Trying to put his shirt back on. His cheeks flushed. "I miss Hisoku..." He said softly.