InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Freedom ❯ In a dark place ( Prologue )
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By: undecidedlycertain 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Suspense / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.29.2005 | Updated On: 06.29.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 359 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Suspense / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.29.2005 | Updated On: 06.29.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 359 | Status: Completed
Finding Freedom
Prologue
The dark haired young woman lay quietly in a bed that was not her own, afraid to move, afraid to make any noise, afraid to even breathe. Irrational as it was, she feared that even the rustling of the sheets would draw attention. Attention she sorely wanted to avoid. He hadn’t been gone long, and there was really no telling for sure exactly how long he would be out, but tonight was the night. She was getting out of here.
She could still feel his nasty hands on her body, his disgusting breath on her face, but she had to be a good girl and play along, make him think she was broken. Once she heard the roar of his engine fading in the distance she pulled herself out of bed and pulled her clothes on repressing a shudder of revulsion.
They were a little loser, not that it surprised her. On top of being sick lately she had stopped eating as much as possible with out starving. She had stopped as soon as she realized he was drugging her food, the sick bastard.
The words he repeated to her every night swam around her head like a cesspool, one she was determined not to drown in.
“You are mine butterfly. I’ll never let you go. Do you know how beautiful you are? Your mine forever. If you run I’ll find you. If you go to the cops, I’ll kill you. Do you understand that butterfly… don’t make me hurt you… you know I don’t like to hurt you…”
It was always the same, or at least what she heard over the screaming in her head. The girl pulled the bed post that she had loosened when he wasn’t around and hefted it over her shoulder like a baseball bat. If she was going to get out of this house, she may very well need a weapon. There was no telling how many creeps he had around hired just to baby sit her when he was out. There was a small wad of cash tossed casually on the dresser, a oversight on his part.
‘He must have been in too big of a hurry to get his clothes off.’ she thought in disgust. She quickly flipped through the wad, a little disappointed to see that it consisted mainly of smaller bills. It wasn’t much, but at least it would get her out of here. She could decide on her next move then.
After shoving the money in her pocket, the girl pulled the uncoiled spring she had worked out of the mattress and set to work on the door, popping it open with relative ease. It made a soft click as the lock fell out of place, but in her frantic state it sounded much louder. She froze in her position crouched by the cracked door, holding her breath as she waited for someone to discover her. When a few tense moments passed and nothing happened she took a deep calming breath and headed out the door.
Frightened blue eyes blinked into the gloom of the dark hallway, there was no one around that she could see, but looks could be deceiving. She had learned that lesson the hard way.
Tiptoeing along the corridor as quietly as possible, she was relieved to find it barren of any life signs. The wood floor was richly polished, she could tell even with only the pale glow of the moon through the skylights to guide her.
At the end of the hall she found a single staircase…….
There in the den right at the end of the stairs sat a group of three drunken looking men sitting around a small card table. Their conersation was neanderthal at best. She felt her heart beating so hard in her chest she was almost certain they could hear it.
The clink of an empty bottle being knocked over accompanied by the slam of someone’s hands on the table made her nearly jump out of her skin. A heated argument ensued in broken English, a few explatives thrown in here and there in their native tongue, Spanish. The girl took this momentary distraction as a sign from above and made her move, slinking silently as a cat around the bottom of the stairs and down the hall toward what she prayed was a back door of some sort.
There were several doors leading off the main corridor, most of which were closed and didn’t look all that promising as far as finding an exit went, but at the very end of the hall a door stood slightly ajar, a soft light spilling from it. Holding her makeshift bat at the ready she slowly pushed the door open.
Bingo! It was the kitchen, there had to be an exit out through there. Hope sprung to life in her chest, but she quashed it fiercely, she wasn't out yet. She quietly crept into the room, her nervousness reaching a crescendo being so near to freedom. That’s when she noticed where the light in the room was coming from.
The refrigerator door was open…and a tuft of black hair was sticking out the top as someone dug through the contents in search of something edible. Bile rose up in the girls throat as she started to panic. She was too close to get caught now, she may never get another chance…
After a moments hesitation the girl tiptoed behind the stout little man with dark hair who was bent forward, fully immersed in the contents of the fridge to the point that he didn’t even notice her approach.
The girl grimaced slightly, she didn’t want to do this, but she didn’t have any other option.
“I’m really sorry about this.” She whispered just as she swung the ‘bat’ down on top of the mans head.
A quarter of an hour later a disheveled looking young girl showed up in a San Diego bus station, tear stains down her dirtied face and her dark mane of black hair in a messy tumble over her shoulder. She handed the woman working the ticket booth a wad of cash and requested a ticket for as far as the cash would take her.
The older woman looked down at her through her glasses before shrugging and handing the younger woman a bus schedule and her ticket. The girl didn’t look any older than seventeen and pretty worn out, but she had enough of her own problems. She had lived in this city long enough to know that it just didn’t pay to get involved.
The girl traveled for nearly eleven days by bus on her cross continental escape with only the clothes on her back and enough money to buy a few meager meals. She spent several nights curled up in the hard plastic chairs of a bus terminal during layovers. On the sixth day she had a twenty-two hour layover in Helena, Arkansas and took a home pregnancy test she bought at a gas station across from the terminal.
It was positive.
Four days later she found herself at the coast, Wilmington, North Carolina to be exact. She had made it clear across the country, but she was not free just yet. Wilmington was a bit to big for her tastes, and she knew he would look for her. She needed someplace she could hide. Some place he wouldn’t think to look for her.
She hitched a ride with a nice elderly couple who were heading up the coast toward Jacksonville, NC to visit family. On the way they passed through a quaint little town on the coast with a population just under 3000. It was perfect. She'd try to find a job here, a place to live, and maybe even get her GED eventually. Here she could hide. Here she could be safe, but more importantly here her baby could grow up never knowing the monster that had a hand in its creation.
The girl tried to offer the couple what little bit of money she had left, but they smiled and politely refused, wishing her luck as they drove off. She noticed once they were gone that she had acquired an extra twenty in the exchange and felt both grateful and guilty at the same time.
Looking at the sign that adorned the side of the road with a faded sense of pride, she gave a sad smile. It read;
Welcome to Holly Ridge
Simple, yet encouraging none the less. This was where she would make her new start. This was where her life would begin again.
Prologue
The dark haired young woman lay quietly in a bed that was not her own, afraid to move, afraid to make any noise, afraid to even breathe. Irrational as it was, she feared that even the rustling of the sheets would draw attention. Attention she sorely wanted to avoid. He hadn’t been gone long, and there was really no telling for sure exactly how long he would be out, but tonight was the night. She was getting out of here.
She could still feel his nasty hands on her body, his disgusting breath on her face, but she had to be a good girl and play along, make him think she was broken. Once she heard the roar of his engine fading in the distance she pulled herself out of bed and pulled her clothes on repressing a shudder of revulsion.
They were a little loser, not that it surprised her. On top of being sick lately she had stopped eating as much as possible with out starving. She had stopped as soon as she realized he was drugging her food, the sick bastard.
The words he repeated to her every night swam around her head like a cesspool, one she was determined not to drown in.
“You are mine butterfly. I’ll never let you go. Do you know how beautiful you are? Your mine forever. If you run I’ll find you. If you go to the cops, I’ll kill you. Do you understand that butterfly… don’t make me hurt you… you know I don’t like to hurt you…”
It was always the same, or at least what she heard over the screaming in her head. The girl pulled the bed post that she had loosened when he wasn’t around and hefted it over her shoulder like a baseball bat. If she was going to get out of this house, she may very well need a weapon. There was no telling how many creeps he had around hired just to baby sit her when he was out. There was a small wad of cash tossed casually on the dresser, a oversight on his part.
‘He must have been in too big of a hurry to get his clothes off.’ she thought in disgust. She quickly flipped through the wad, a little disappointed to see that it consisted mainly of smaller bills. It wasn’t much, but at least it would get her out of here. She could decide on her next move then.
After shoving the money in her pocket, the girl pulled the uncoiled spring she had worked out of the mattress and set to work on the door, popping it open with relative ease. It made a soft click as the lock fell out of place, but in her frantic state it sounded much louder. She froze in her position crouched by the cracked door, holding her breath as she waited for someone to discover her. When a few tense moments passed and nothing happened she took a deep calming breath and headed out the door.
Frightened blue eyes blinked into the gloom of the dark hallway, there was no one around that she could see, but looks could be deceiving. She had learned that lesson the hard way.
Tiptoeing along the corridor as quietly as possible, she was relieved to find it barren of any life signs. The wood floor was richly polished, she could tell even with only the pale glow of the moon through the skylights to guide her.
At the end of the hall she found a single staircase…….
There in the den right at the end of the stairs sat a group of three drunken looking men sitting around a small card table. Their conersation was neanderthal at best. She felt her heart beating so hard in her chest she was almost certain they could hear it.
The clink of an empty bottle being knocked over accompanied by the slam of someone’s hands on the table made her nearly jump out of her skin. A heated argument ensued in broken English, a few explatives thrown in here and there in their native tongue, Spanish. The girl took this momentary distraction as a sign from above and made her move, slinking silently as a cat around the bottom of the stairs and down the hall toward what she prayed was a back door of some sort.
There were several doors leading off the main corridor, most of which were closed and didn’t look all that promising as far as finding an exit went, but at the very end of the hall a door stood slightly ajar, a soft light spilling from it. Holding her makeshift bat at the ready she slowly pushed the door open.
Bingo! It was the kitchen, there had to be an exit out through there. Hope sprung to life in her chest, but she quashed it fiercely, she wasn't out yet. She quietly crept into the room, her nervousness reaching a crescendo being so near to freedom. That’s when she noticed where the light in the room was coming from.
The refrigerator door was open…and a tuft of black hair was sticking out the top as someone dug through the contents in search of something edible. Bile rose up in the girls throat as she started to panic. She was too close to get caught now, she may never get another chance…
After a moments hesitation the girl tiptoed behind the stout little man with dark hair who was bent forward, fully immersed in the contents of the fridge to the point that he didn’t even notice her approach.
The girl grimaced slightly, she didn’t want to do this, but she didn’t have any other option.
“I’m really sorry about this.” She whispered just as she swung the ‘bat’ down on top of the mans head.
A quarter of an hour later a disheveled looking young girl showed up in a San Diego bus station, tear stains down her dirtied face and her dark mane of black hair in a messy tumble over her shoulder. She handed the woman working the ticket booth a wad of cash and requested a ticket for as far as the cash would take her.
The older woman looked down at her through her glasses before shrugging and handing the younger woman a bus schedule and her ticket. The girl didn’t look any older than seventeen and pretty worn out, but she had enough of her own problems. She had lived in this city long enough to know that it just didn’t pay to get involved.
The girl traveled for nearly eleven days by bus on her cross continental escape with only the clothes on her back and enough money to buy a few meager meals. She spent several nights curled up in the hard plastic chairs of a bus terminal during layovers. On the sixth day she had a twenty-two hour layover in Helena, Arkansas and took a home pregnancy test she bought at a gas station across from the terminal.
It was positive.
Four days later she found herself at the coast, Wilmington, North Carolina to be exact. She had made it clear across the country, but she was not free just yet. Wilmington was a bit to big for her tastes, and she knew he would look for her. She needed someplace she could hide. Some place he wouldn’t think to look for her.
She hitched a ride with a nice elderly couple who were heading up the coast toward Jacksonville, NC to visit family. On the way they passed through a quaint little town on the coast with a population just under 3000. It was perfect. She'd try to find a job here, a place to live, and maybe even get her GED eventually. Here she could hide. Here she could be safe, but more importantly here her baby could grow up never knowing the monster that had a hand in its creation.
The girl tried to offer the couple what little bit of money she had left, but they smiled and politely refused, wishing her luck as they drove off. She noticed once they were gone that she had acquired an extra twenty in the exchange and felt both grateful and guilty at the same time.
Looking at the sign that adorned the side of the road with a faded sense of pride, she gave a sad smile. It read;
Welcome to Holly Ridge
Simple, yet encouraging none the less. This was where she would make her new start. This was where her life would begin again.