Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled for now ❯ Chapter 2

I looked away even though I had been expecting the question I still didn't know what to say. “I uhm… I fell out of bed, yah I just fell out of bed this morning and hit my face.” Like I didn't pull that right out of my ass and from the look on his face he didn't believe it either. Damn him for being at the top of the class.

 

“Both you and I know that isn't true, so why don't I just walk you home and you can tell me on the way.” Kurama said leaving no room for my arguing. I let out a sigh before nodding heading to the exit. Maybe if I could change my shoes fast enough I can run out before Kurama can catch up to me. No, that won't work he's also one of the fastest people in school, why did I have to catch his attention.

 

We both put on our shoes as I silently hoped someone would come up and ask Kurama for his help with something. But just as my luck has been all day, it didn't happen.

 

So now here I am walking home trying to find out how to tell him what happened with out telling him. Good luck to me.

 

“Well… uhm, I really don't know what to tell you Saragri-san.”

 

Kurama sighed giving me that look that just makes you feel so bad. “Why don't you try telling me the truth?”

 

“I can't, just please believe me I can't.” I looked at him trying to look convincing and innocent.

 

It didn't work really.

 

“Who did this, was it a boyfriend?”

 

“No, no I don't even have a boyfriend.”

 

“Then who was it, please tell me Mara.”

 

I looked up at him, he called me by my name. I sighed and looked away again, I couldn't just lie now not right after he called me by my name.

 

“My father…” My voice was barely over a whisper.

 

Suddenly Kurama was right in front of me chocolate eyes blazing with anger. “Your father what?!”

 

And just to add more bad luck we just got to my house too. Just as Kurama was about to run into my house and beat my father to a bloody pulp or worse I did the only thing I could thing of. My arms wrapped around his waist my forehead lying on his back.

 

“Please Kurama, don't do this.” I felt him relax slightly before turning to face me. His hand gently grasped my chin tilting my head to look up at him.

 

“Alright, I won't hurt him at least not yet. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to let you go in there after this.”

 

I pulled away from him slightly shaking my head.

 

“I have to go I'll be fine until my eighteenth birthday after that I'm going to move out anyway.”

 

“Fine, but if anything happens promise to call alright.”

 

I smiled at him nodding taking the paper Kurama offered me before heading up to the door sending him a wave.

 

The house was filled with the usual smell of smoke along with a hint of liquor today. Now don't get me wrong I would almost rather my father not drink, but usually if he was drunk I didn't get hurt as badly if at all so I didn't really mind as much as I should have.

 

I headed straight the to kitchen as usual starting to get dinner ready since I had to have it ready by 5 and it was already about 3:30. As dinner cooked I washed up some of the dishes before starting on the mountain of homework I had.

 

Right at 5 I had dinner done and my father came in from his room stumbling slightly as I put a plate of mixed veggies, rice, and chicken on the table for him. I sat down across from him with my own food picking at it slightly.

 

My father finished his dinner before looking around the kitchen then looking back at me, his voice was low and slurred. “Well the kitchen looks better today, but the rest of the house is still a pigsty.”

 

He grabbed my arm dragging me out to the living room as my eyes shut tightly. We stopped in about the middle of the living room before my father started yelling.

 

“Look at this damn place it's a fucking mess.” He shoved me onto the floor a pile of bottles right where I was heading. I cried out as I hit the bottles finding out that some of the bottles were broken. “I want this place spotless before you go to bed if its not there will be hell to pay.”

 

After that he stumbled over to his room slamming the door. I slowly picked myself up from the bottles wincing at some of the cuts the broken ones caused.

 

I picked up all the bottles careful of the broken ones as I felt drops of blood run down my arms as I did. Finally at around midnight I finished cleaning and got around to cleaning the cuts which turned out to be worse than I thought, not good.