InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Scarred by Silent Tears ❯ Always Alone... ( Chapter 1 )

She could see the sun setting in the distance. It was beautiful that night. The colours brought out through the skies could have appeared, that night, to be the northern lights. She could only wish that night would just get better.

 

Somehow; she knew this night wouldn't last. She knew that she would sleep then wake up to something she would have no control over.

 

She just wished that the night would last forever and she could dream, just a bit longer. Just enough to get a feel for what heaven tasted like before returning to the place she dreaded, before returning home.

 

She let the cold wind blow upon her face. It felt like a splash of cold water first thing in the morning; alarming and welcoming.

 

She looked at the sun once again, opening her eyes after the cool breeze was over. The sun was almost gone from her sight. She could see the top of it with the purple streaks in the sky; giving it the look of warmth that she had longed for.

 

She finally got up when the last of the sun was lost too her eyes and made her way across the street. She would be returning home to her father. She would be returning to his crude words and his rash fists that swung so hard they almost left a permanent bruise on her torso, arms and legs but never her face.

 

He would never hit her face. Her face was the reminder of why he did this. Her face was the one thing that kept him hitting her the way he did. Her face was the, almost, exact duplicate of her mother's.

 

As her thoughts kept moving through her head, she subconsciously touched her unmarred face. She knew very well what her face did too her father and she wished that she could scar is, damage it permanently. She also knew that she could never do that to herself. She didn't have the guts too. Instead she hid it; not very well at all but she tried. It was all she could do.

 

It never stopped her father. It never stopped him from hitting her or abusing his rights as a father for his sense of punishment.

 

She winced instantly as she remembered why her mother had left her too him.

 

Her mother had no money. She couldn't take care of her. So instead; she left her daughter to the brutal fate that she, herself, was running away form. She left her daughter to be hit on her behalf.

 

She could never forgive her mother for that. She could never forgive her mother for the bruises that were now marring her body. She wished that her mother had never had her. She didn't want to live the life she did but she was too afraid to take it all away in one swift motion. She didn't have the courage to do it.

 

She didn't know why. She just couldn't do it.

 

She got to the doorstep of her house. She looked at the door knob. It haunted her for seconds and she tried in vain to gather her nerves together. It never really worked but she always had to try.

 

It was truly the only thing she could do.

 

She put her hand on the door knob, gave one last slow breath before turning the knob and entering the house.

 

She walked two steps in when she heard the thuds of large feet coming down the staircase. She winced slightly be continued to take her shoes off.

 

She could feel the floor thudding and trembling with every foot step her father took. This spiked her nerves as she slowly kicked off both shoes. She looked up when the pounding on the floor stopped and a panting man was standing before her.

 

She flinched as she looked at him.

 

She could see this stained tank top. It wasn't just stained from the wine and beer he seemed to have earlier. It was also sweat stains coming from, not only his arm pits, but his chest. It was almost as though he had sex with a hooker before coming home but hadn't bothered in taking his shirt off.

 

She wouldn't have been surprised if that was the case.

 

She then looked at his pants that were ripped in places from biking around and crashing into things. He seemed to enjoy ruining peoples' cars. Somehow, though, he seemed to get away with it. It was either people were afraid of him or they just decided not to care. She thought it was probably the first one.

 

Then she looked at his face. It was sweaty and greasy, just like the rest of him.

 

His breath stank of alcohol and cigarettes.

 

She knew she was in trouble.

 

“Bitch!” he yelled, crudely and loudly. “I told you to be home hours ago and you stood me up again! I had to call in a hooker to calm myself the fuck down!”

 

She looked at her father wincing slightly as every word he spoke. “Father, I don't have to listen to everything you say.”

 

“Don't have to listen . . .” he repeated looking at her then smirking. “Don't have to listen eh?” he seemed to have something on his mind that she didn't like. “I'll tell you what it's like to not listen to anybody, my beautiful daughter.”

 

He started to inch closer to her, smashing the bottle of beer that he had held to the ground in one swing.

 

“I'll show you what it's like to not listen to your screams of pain dear Kagome.” He saw her shudder into the corner, trembling in fear as she looked down to the ground.

 

“Father, you're too drunk to have anymore sex for the night.” She said trying to push her father away from her. She wanted to just run away into her room, where she knew he couldn't follow. She wanted to escape.

 

“Too drunk?” he asked, “no one can be too drunk for sex.”

 

Kagome looked up in fear as he inched closer to her again. Her attempts at pushing him away were now futile. She knew there was nothing that could be done now. Her father wanted sex and she was the victim.

 

“Father, don't” she whispered urgently as she backed further and further to the corner of the room they were standing in. It was too late to run out the door. She was too far away from it, and he was too close.

 

“Shut up Bitch!” he yelled slapping her face and bringing it closer to her. “Kaoru. . .” he whispered looking at her face. Then his lips came crashing on hers; bruising them slightly.

 

Hot tears where spilling down Kagome's face. She could taste his wretched breath and she could feel his large hands groping at her painfully.

 

She knew that tonight would be a long night of pain.

 

She looked up at the stair case one more time. She gasped slightly. Souta was sitting there crying for her. Souta was watching it again. Her little brother was sitting there watching this happen to her and she knew there was nothing he could do.

 

“Like it that much bitch,” he whispered in her ear. His breath was ragged and almost wanton. It made her feel sick to her stomach and she closed her eyes, pulling her face away from his.

 

He pulled her face towards him again and crashed his face against hers.

 

She cried the silent tears that no one would hear except Souta. No one would hear the sobs. No one would hear her pain. No one.

 

 

She could feel her father as his slumped body finally got off of hers. He had finally reached his climax for the fourth time. She could tell that he was done and she silently slipped away into the bathroom and locked herself in.

 

She cleaned the smell of blood and semen away from her body. Though, she could never clean the dirt that seemed to cling to her body. She knew no one else could see it except her but that didn't matter. As long as she could see it, she knew that it was there.

 

She ran the shower more as she continued to clean her body harder and harder; trying to remove the permanent stain that seemed to just stick to her.

 

The harder and harder she cleaned her body the more tears seemed to spill from her eyes. She couldn't take it anymore as she continued to clean her body.

 

The tears so strong, she collapsed on the shower floor. She hated her life. She hated herself.

 

She was so weak.

 

She was so helpless.

 

She was so tormented.

 

She needed an escape. She couldn't live like this. She couldn't continue to collapse on the tile floor, crying herself to sleep in the shower. She couldn't continue to let him molest and rape her. She couldn't continue to live.

 

She wanted an escape.

 

Kagome looked at her marred body. She looked at the bruises that were continuing to grow and she looked at the newly developed bruises that were just started to show themselves.

 

She turned the shower off. She looked at her body and sighed.

 

She came to one final conclusion.

 

She wanted to die. She didn't know how she just wanted to find a quick and painless way.