InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Part One ❯ Defiant ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the original InuYasha series, but I wish I did… OH, THE INHUMANITY OF IT ALL!!!

 

Prologue:

 

Defiant

 

 

I silently waited in the dark as the late night rain pounded on the grimy window of our dark, dreary apartment. I knew he would be drunk when he got home. He was always drunk. I contemplated leaving before he returned, but soon thought better of it. He would come after me. But all the same, I was prepared to go should I need to. But if I did I knew I would never be able to return. It would mean the end of my life if he ever got his hands on me again.

 

My head snapped up as I heard the front door creak on its hinges. Then a heavy, slow shuffling of feet reached my ears. He was home. I backed into the corner of the apartment's only room, hoping that the darkness would hide me from his blurry gaze.

 

“Miharu?” I heard him mumble.

 

I held my breath, my heart pounding. My eyes discerned his hand in the darkness as it reached out for the light switch. He flicked it on, and the tiny, cramped vile room was illuminated by a sickly yellow glow. There were only two pieces of furniture in the dwelling, and both were dilapitated beyond reason and seemed to disintigrate before my very eyes. One was the semi-decayed couch next to me against the wall. It smelled of everything from vomit to urine to feces and was so covered in stains its true color could not be discerned. The rotting cushions were missing most of their coverings and the soggy evil smelling stuffing within was almost completely exposed. The other was a pitiful stand in the opposite corner of the room on which stood a lone dusty lamp with a single bare light bulb that gave off practically no light. In the corner across from me was a once tidy but small kitchen area. Now however, it amounted no more than a stinking cesspool. There was one small sink encrusted with an unidentifiable and gruesome orange and brown substance. The smell alone drove the cockroaches back down the sewer, which made for at least one less problem. The counters were covered in rotting food that had to have been there for more than seven months, as that was the last time food had actually entered the apartment. There was a small refrigerator coated in dust and grime against the wall, but it no longer held food. It was not fit to in any case. Instead it was jammed with all types of cheap booze. Scattered all over the floor were empty liquor bottles, dirty papers, old used condoms, and various stains that I was unwilling to identify, although the fact that my father was too lazy to stumble down the hall to the common bathroom made guessing what these various stains were unnecessary.

 

The only clean spot in the apartment besides myself was the area in which I slept. As my father usually passed out drunk on the repugnant excuse for a couch, I had no choice but to sleep on the floor near the door under a thin, tattered, yet immaculately clean blanket.

 

As my eyes wandered over this nauseating sight, my father closed the door behind him, which drew my attention. His bleary blood-shot eyes focused on me, and I tensed even further. A mean smile flitted across his filthy brutish face, and I tried in vain to move further into the corner as he stumbled towards me.

 

“Get out!” I yelled at him. “This room is filthy and smelly enough without you in it.”

 

He blinked and it took a second for him to grasp what I'd said. When he did, his eyes narrowed. “Bitch!” yelled as he rushed towards me with his meaty fist raised to strike. I ducked just in time, and I heard his fist slam through the wall. I ran under his arms but only made it two steps before his hand caught me by my hair.

 

“You little whore,” he growled. “This is my home. It is because of me that you live here. If anyone is going to leave, it will be you.”

 

I cried out in pain as he wrenched on my hair and it took a second before I realized I was hurtling through empty space. I felt my head hit something hard and then heard the sound of shattering glass. He had thrown me through the window! I braced myself for the four-story drop, and the end I knew would soon follow.