InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Scarred by Silent Tears ❯ Non-existant ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

She woke up early the next morning on the shower floor.

 

She had remembered slightly of what had happened the night before but she didn't want to remember it too much. If she remembered the details she knew they would hit her like a train hitting a poor lamb. Only instead of the lamb dying by a broken neck; it survived with all limbs broken off.

 

She didn't want to be that lamb. She didn't want to be that weak creature trying to walk with no limbs. The only problem was that in all reality, she really did feel like the dying creature. She really felt that helpless against the raging lunatic in her room.

 

She shook her head getting up from the shower floor. She didn't want her mind to slip into that train of thought.

 

She needed to know the time for today was the day she got to stay away from home for a reason. It was the first day of school.

 

She could finally be invisible amoungst the students and the teachers. She could finally become non-existant. It was the first time in a while that she had actually wanted to go to school.

 

She walked out of the shower and towards the mirror.

 

She didn't want to look but she needed to know how much cover - up she would need for today.

 

She looked at her face.

 

It was horrible.

 

She had a black eye protruding from her dark hair, she had a bruising marring the base of her neck and her cheek was swelling on her right side. She didn't know how she was going to cover all this up.

 

She went into the medicine cabinet and pulled out the foundation. She started patting it with the brush slightly; wincing every time she did so. It was painful; but necessary. She didn't want anybody to notice her.

 

She continued this as she heard a rustle from across the hall. It sounded as though the lunatic had woken up. She knew he would be furious because she was not there now; which was why she had locked the bathroom door.

 

It was always an extra precaution.

 

She heard banging on the door.

 

“BITCH!” the voice yelled. “Why aren't you in bed with me?!”

 

She refrained from saying anything. She didn't want to provoke her father more. All she wanted was him to go away silently.

 

“If you think for one second I'm just going to let you get away with this!” He seemed to never give up and this gave her chills across her spine.

 

She felt disgusted with herself as she looked at the door which her father was banging loudly upon.

 

“Shit,” she whispered as she looked at her face. She had managed, in the time span, to cover her cheek and her neck but she would have to leave her eye. She needed to get out of there. “If he had waited a second longer.”

 

“I can hear you whispering in there!” Her father spat with venom lacing itself in every word. “If you have anything to say, say it to my fucking face bitch!”

 

She breathed heavily as she unlocked the bathroom door. She would have gone out the window if she hadn't been on the second floor.

 

She walked out, completely naked, and glared at her father as she tried to pass him.

 

He grabbed her arm and swung her against the wall left to the bathroom door. “You bitch! I gave you a roof to sleep under, I gave you money to buy food and shit, and this is what I get for it! All I ask is for some sex,” as he said this he grabbed her ass and brought her close to him. She tried to fight him off of her but his greasy arms were too strong for her. “This is the thanks I get?”

 

She looked into his eyes now terrified. She was hoping that he would go for a second round. She was hoping for some mercy. “I-I- I have school this morning.” She stuttered.

 

“Then get dressed bitch.”

 

He let her go swinging her towards her room as he thundered his heavy body down the stairs.

 

She quickly closed the door; letting herself fall to the floor of her own bedroom. She looked at the bed in disgust as she crawled over to her cabinet, opening it and grabbing a large black sweater and baggy jeans.

 

She slowly started putting them on, hoping to make sure the fabric wouldn't hurt any of her new bruises and cuts. She winced slightly as she buttoned her jeans, looking down at her hip, where her jeans were hugging her; she noticed a deep, large, purple bruise.

 

“Kagome! Get your ass in gear! You will be late bitch!” she could hear the yells of her father as she, not caring at this point in time, just swung her sweater on. As she did so she yelped in pain and a single, solitary tear fell down her left cheek. She wiped it off, threw the hood over her head and ran out the door, grabbing her school bag on the way out.

 

She knew she was going to be late.

 

She didn't care about that.

 

She just wanted to escape.

 

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He looked out the window on the second floor of the school. He sighed slightly as the first day of school lecture continued. He already knew what the course was about, he didn't need another review about it.

 

So he let his mind wander.

 

He knew the teacher wouldn't say anything. He knew the teacher was afraid of him and he could toy with him easily about anything. So he figured the teacher would keep his mouth shut. He would pass the class with straight A's and he would be out of the teacher's life.

 

That was how it always worked.

 

The teachers minded their own business and he minded his.

 

He smirked slightly at the thought.

 

It seemed amusing for some reason to him but he knew why. It was the Power.

 

The door swung suddenly open. This distracted him from his thoughts as he looked to the front of the class.

 

There was a girl, she was heaving slightly. She was dressed in a dark black sweater that was way too big for her and baggy jeans that were just the same as the sweater; too big for her. He looked away again as the teacher yelled.

 

“Why are you late Ms. Higurashi?!”

 

“I'm sorry sir, I fell outside my house and had to get cleaned up.”

 

He smelled the lie from all the way to his desk. He was now intrigued as too why this girl, panting and sweating in front of the class, was lying to the teacher about being late.

 

He positioned himself differently as too get a view of the girl.

 

“Fine,” the teacher whispered. “Take your hood off . . .”

 

“NO!” she yelled then putting her hand in the hood as though to cover her mouth she then recovered herself. “I would rather keep it on, please?”

 

The teacher sighed, “Kagome. . .”

 

This caught his attention more. His mind was flashing back to the year book to the bruised girl he had never recognized in all his years at Shikon Central High School. He remembered her looks and name so that he could encounter her. Just so he could say he knew everybody in the school but now. . . he was intrigued.

 

He wanted to know her.

 

He wanted to see what she looked like in person.

 

“You know the rules Ms. Higurashi. Take your hood off and sit in the empty desk in front of Sesshomaru Takahasha.”

 

She hesitated as she reached up for her hood. She realized that the whole class was watching her and she decided to run up to her desk. Trying to flee from the attention of the eyes that surrounded her.

 

She then removed her hood.

 

Revealing her covered up bruises and her, now swelling, black eyes.

 

She never looked behind to see the amber eyes of the brooding figure behind her. She had recongnized him as the most popular, rude man of the school. Sesshomaru Takahashi.

 

He had refused every girl that had asked him out.

 

He had beaten up fifty grade 12 boys without even breaking a sweat when he was only nine.

 

He had the reputation of the devil.

 

She was afraid.

 

“Are you that afraid of me little girl?” She jumped realizing it was coming from Sesshomaru.

 

“Bit me bitch.” She whispered back as she tried to pay attention to the lecture. She just wanted this class over and done with. Nothing more; nothing less.

 

“Stupid insolent girl!” he whispered harshly under his breath. This made her wince and move away from him. She was now really scared. She didn't want him to hurt her, she was already badly beaten from the night before.

 

“Please…” she whispered, surprised at herself for not stuttering at all. “I just want to be left alone. Do you have a problem with that?”

 

He leaned against the chair, smirking the best he could without anybody noticing his crude, cold face changing. “Yes I do Kagome.” He whispered to himself looking back out the window. “You have intrigued me too much.”

 

He knew she wouldn't hear him and he knew that he would meet her later. It was just a matter of time.