InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learn To Trust ❯ I Have to Admit ( Chapter 14 )

Learn to Trust

 

Chapter 14

 

I Have to Admit

 

I heard faint voices calling out my name, but the closer I got to the voices the more I hurt. I didn't want to go, but I felt that I being pushed to the voices and to the pain against my will. I tried to fight back but I couldn't I was bond, and the voices were getting louder.

 

Water was splashed in my face and I opened my eyes, and turned over coughing up any that went down my throat, it went down the wrong tube. I sighed and laid back on my back, I threw my arm over my eyes to keep out the light that was shinning brightly over me. Even though the basement light was dim as fuck to begin with.

 

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Inuyasha.” A dark voice said to me.

 

I turned my head slightly, wincing at the pain that it caused and searched for the voice. I looked around me and my eyes widened at who I saw.

 

“Na-uh-Naraku,” I said in a voice that was barley above a whisper, I tried to move but I couldn't, my whole body felt kind of numb and weak.

 

Naraku chuckled at my feeble attempt to move he came over to me and kneeled down, next to me.

 

“Please, Inuyasha, don't get up.” He said with a smile on his face.

 

“W-what are you doing here?” I managed out.

 

“Is that anyway to greet someone who is going to give you medical attention?” he chuckled at me. I ignored his comment and just closed my eyes; death never came, so I reopened them and looked at Naraku, and then at the two built men who were standing behind him.

 

I tried to sit up, but the world just came crashing down on me, and left me on my back, breathless. I closed my eyes trying not to look at the spinning world around me, and I felt myself fall into the darkness that I've grown love and call home.

 

I was safe there, I felt no pain, and had no worries. All I did was float; I felt like I was floating in water, it was all too relaxing. The darkness was soothing, always calming my aches and pains. The silence always made me happy, especially when I had a migraine. This was my own world; I could change it into what ever I want. If I wanted a hill view, it was there, a beach, I would have it. I always counted on this after a fight with my father. It's all I have.

 

I felt that as soon as I settled in my world, then I was pulled right back out.

 

“I thought I lost you for a second.” I heard a voice. I opened my eyes but closed them quickly to stop the bright light. I squinted and looked around. I was in a room, no longer the basement. I knew this room, but I couldn't place where I was. I turned my heard and saw some guy in a white doctor's coat, standing next to me.

 

“Inuyasha, right?” he asked, I nodded slowly, still having no idea where the fuck I was, and who he was. He must have realized that because he then introduced himself as Dr. Moya, and he was called over to my house, told to bring anything a doctor would need and hurry. He said he saw my state and got right to work, said he been working on me for over three hours.

 

“Where am I?” I questioned him interpreting his rambling on how many stitches it took to sew up the holes on my side. It wasn't that I wasn't listening to him, which I wasn't, it's just that I had a bad feeling about the room I was in. I knew this room; it was on the tip of my tongue, but-

“I was told that this is your room.” Moya frowned, mostly likely at my interruption.

 

“No, this isn't my room,”

 

“Second floor, first room on the right?” he questioned.

 

“No that's my bro-” I stopped myself and I looked around ignoring the pain that it caused. I was definitely in my brothers fucking room. I haven't been in here since the first month after he left.

 

I always thought that he would come back for me by sneaking up the tree that was by his window, but he never did, after that I just couldn't enter the room without that betrayal feeling, entering my system.

 

Now was no difference, I wanted out. I cursed under my breath as I tried to sit, up my entire right side felt numb.

 

“Say in bed.” The doctor said seeing my movements to get up, he tried to push me back down, but I tried to fight him, it didn't help with a numb right side.

 

“No, you don't understand”, I said trying to fight my way up with my left hand and leg. “I have to get out of here; it's not my room it's his I have to get out.” I argued, but the shit head of a doctor wouldn't listen. I punched him and when he went to recover I hurried to move off the bed.

“I need help.” The doctor yelled, I ignored him as I fell out the bed.

 

“Damn it.” I cursed, but that didn't stop me, I'm getting out of this room, if it's the last thing I do. Unfortunately I didn't count on the two thugs I barley remember seeing in the basement opening the door.

 

“Stop him, get him back on the bed, I'll sedate him.” The doctor yelled out. I screamed as the two clowns picked me up and dropped me not too softly on the damned bed. They held me down as I struggled and I didn't realize the doctor was sticking a needle in my arm. Seconds later I felt the room slowly start to spin and the arms that was holding me down disappeared. The world was once again going dark.

 

When I woke up for the third time that night, the first thing I did was look around, and then sighed in relief. I was back in my own room, I guess they must have taken a hint when I was yelling `I didn't want to stay in this room”; they probably didn't want a replay of what happened earlier.

 

That's when I realized that the feeling in my right side returned and left a dull aching pain. I groaned as I struggled to sit up, and sat against my two thin pillows. I looked around but stopped to stare at my reflection in the mirror that was on my dresser across from my bed.

 

First off my head was wrapped in bandages; it went around my head and over my left eye. My stomach was also wrapped in bandages, and went up to my chest. With the moonlight I saw that my neck had red finger prints wrapping around it, one hand traced them and I winced, it was a little sore, from all the squeezing.

 

I wonder if it was safe for me to take off my bandages and go to school, just because my body ache, didn't mean I wanted to stay in this hell hole. I just had to watch my movements, and make sure not to reopen any wounds. That's when I noticed a medicine bottle, like for prescription medicine, on my dresser. Hopefully that was something that would ease my pain so I could at least get up for work, if anything.

 

I looked down at my wrist, it read 9:15 pm. My eyes narrowed in confusion, I could have sworn I arrived around nine o'clock. I lifted my wrist to my ear, and groaned no ticking sound, now I needed to by me a new watch.

 

My thoughts were interrupted by my door slowly opening. I looked toward it wondering if it was that crackpot of a doctor, but when he stepped in my room, I was even thrown off.

 

I sat there staring a glare at him, he stood there, closing the door behind him, looking every at me. The room was silent before my question popped out.

 

I cleared my throat before I started to talk, “What are you doing in here Dad?”

 

“What? Can't I come up and see how my son is doing?” he replied stepping beside my bed, over the broken mirror shards, and leaned against the wall my eyes never leaving his form.

 

“Not when you're the reason I'm like this in the front place?”

 

“Keh,” he replied. I cringed, I hated when he said that, I say that, I got it from him. I used to say it every other sentence, but I trained myself not to say it when I heard him say it, when I was fourteen, but I have my slip ups.

 

I glared at him and he looked back at me uncaring, that's when I noticed it. His right eye was black and blue, his left cheek and his bottom lip was a little swollen. On his head was a bandaged like mine. I smirked, as least I wasn't the only one who came out damaged, even if it was only a small amount of damage.

 

I pulled myself up in bed more and then leaned against the wall; I pretty much ignored the pain my movements caused. I crossed my arms and looked straight ahead, I knew he was doing the same but it didn't matter to me.

 

“So, what exactly did you come up here for, Dad?” I sneered, my eyes locked on my reflection. My expression could have sent chills to the dead; my eyes were narrowed, and my face was scrunched up in disgust and anger. A look I perfected over the years.

 

“Your mother wanted me to check up on you.”

 

“Keh,” I answered, and then I mentally slapped myself for using his word. “Is Naraku still here?”

 

“No they were leaving when you're mother made me come up here.” I nodded my head understanding. It seems Izayoi is wanted to pass off the role of good mother in front of others. She must fear that Naraku and who ever was with him, would think she was a bad mother for letting Toga beat the shit out me

 

I began to wonder just what Naraku was doing over here in the first place. Possible answers ran across my mind; to make sure his apprentice was okay, to give me some kind of orders already, or to remind me that I worked for him now? When it came to Naraku's mind, any answer was possible, and that was the nerve wreaking part.

 

I turned to my father, who was gazing over my room, I debated on asking him what Naraku was doing here, but I'm not that desperate of knowing.

 

“Is there anything else you need?” I questioned the man wishing he would just go away. “You checked in on me, you see that I'm okay. Now you can leave.”

 

“You know,” he said pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. My eyes watching his reflection not really trusting him as he lit his cigarette, “you know, you're getting kind of smart mouthy boy, and I don't really appreciate that.” I smartly didn't answer.

 

He smoked his cigarette then pulled it of his mouth after a long drag. I forgot he smoked cigarettes with all the weed he be smoking. “But I have to admit to myself, you were smart getting Naraku on your side.”

 

I must have caught a whiplash when my head turned around to face the man. I must have had a crazy look on my face, because he took one look at me and busted out laughing. I ignored his outburst and questioned him.

 

“What the hell do you mean, I was smart getting Naraku?”

 

Toga calmed down and smiled at me, that had me get defensive, “Easy my baka of a son. You're working for one of the most influential people in the god-forsaken city, a rich one at that.”

 

“So...” I edged him on.

 

“So?” He walked up to my bed and knelled down to me; he grabbed the back of my head and surprised me by pulling me forward to him. He kissed my head laughing and ruffled my hair, or tried but the bandage that was wrapped around my head, stopped him from getting anywhere with that. That however caused my head to pound and I yelped in pain.

 

“Ow, you fucking jerk. What the hell was that for?” I yelled pulling myself away from the man who I was now questioning to be my father.

 

“I have to admit,” The Bastard said to bubbly for my taste and ignoring my comment. Plus I'm really starting to hate that phrase `I have to admit'. I rubbed my sore head and started strangely up at the man who I seen high and drunk more times than I seen sober. Psychotic is still a questionable factor.

 

“Admit what?” I questioned, and then mentally slapped myself in the head for it. I don't even want to know made the Bastard this happy.

 

“That it was smart of you, along with your mother who surprised me.”

 

Now I was interested. What the hell did the Bastard's Bitch due this time. And judging from Toga's outburst I know I'm not going to like it.

 

“What did she do?” I asked cautiously.

 

“What she did? What she did? She a fucking genius; that's what she fucking did!” Great now he was babbling, at this rate I'm never going to find out anything at this rate. But I stayed quiet.

 

He calmed down and turned to me, his smile turning cruel by the second, and I instantly flinched. “She managed to get the two of us money without working; well we won't be working for it.”

 

“What are you talking about Dad?”

 

“Half of what you make from working for Naraku, is coming to us, the other half is going to the debt you had with him, for the lawyer.”

 

“WHAT!” I screamed, now I was confused and pissed off. How the hell can Naraku give my hard working money to the parents from Hell? I was going to give it all to Naraku so I can pay my debt to him faster, I wasn't going to keep any of it.

 

Just working to pay it off would take me years because Kanna was one of the most expensive lawyers out there. Now if he's only taking half of it, it would take me even longer to get from under him, and then by that time I knew I was going to be in too deep to come out.

 

FUCK! WHY DO PARENTS ALWAYS HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING! I yelled to myself.

 

I turned back to my father who was still rambling about how Izayoi used the facts that they were my parents and I was still a minor, and something about not trusting me with a lot of money, and waiting until I became the legal age of 21, before something or another. I wasn't really paying attention, and I wasn't about to ask Toga to repeat it for me. I just wanted him to leave.

 

“-you're mother truly is a genius.” He turned to me and I glared at him before looking down at my bed like it was the most interesting thing on earth. “And you boy, you better not even think about messing this up for us.”

 

I wouldn't dream of messing it up for the bastard and his bitch, I thought sarcastically, though my eyes remained glued to me bed. I noticed that my father was heading out the door and a question popped out of me before I had the chance to process it. “Are you finally going to pay off some of the bills that pile up around here?”

 

I looked up as Toga stopped at the door, he turned to him looking like I just asked one of the most stupid questions alive, and I had a feeling that I did.

 

“Why should I pay for it, when you already do that? No sense in both of wasting our money on those things.” He smirked at me and opened the door and closing it behind him.

 

I felt my widened before they narrow in anger, I felt my nails pricking my palm because I was fisting too tight. Who the hell does that fucking bastard think he is? I swear on-

 

The door opened and Toga stuck his head back in, “Naraku said you're he's sending someone to pick you up for school tomorrow. Be ready by 7:20, he'll call.” He threw something at me, it landed on my bed, and then he slammed the door hard.

 

I picked up the object that was thrown to me and help it up to a light. A cell phone, a Motorola i836 Nextel at that, nice as it was I couldn't concentrate on it. All I could hear was my father's words running through my head.

 

“Why should I pay for it, when you already do that? No sense in both of wasting our money on those things.”

 

I always tried to give the bastard the fucking benefit of the doubt thinking that he just forgot to pay the bills or something. He knew, he fucking new consciously while not being drunk and or high, that I was paying for the bills, all of it. All I ever asked was that he put half of it in but he couldn't do that. Now I find out, it's not that he couldn't do it, he wouldn't do it. How fucking stupid could I be? I'm a fucking idiot.

 

I dropped the phone, and flung myself back in bed, I put my hands over my face and muffled my scream.

 

I have to admit; this is BULLSHIT.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A/N: Sorry for the update taking so long, I was just having so much trouble with this chapter. It just rambles on and on, I have to say I am disappointed, but I just needed him to get through this night before I get to the really good stuff. `I have to admit' (haha) I was almost done with it a while ago, but I stupidly erased half of it before I could save it. So when I was re-writing it, it went in a whole different direction. It'll have to do, because it kinds of go with my story.

 

Another reason that it is taking me long is that I have school to deal with and some other shit, but I won't stop the story. It just will take me a while to add. But I am doing my best

 

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Disclaimer: Inuyasha is not mine, or is his horrible parents, but story is mine.