Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Slowly Dying ❯ Six Feet Under ( Chapter 4 )

Slowly Dying

 

disclamer: don't own yu-gi-oh

 

chapter three: Six Feet Under

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My mother left as usual but she was still mad at me so she wasn't as sweet. We had an argument over me not calling Ricky my dad. Ricky told me that I may not know it but he loved me as if I were his own. I told him that he should treat me better and that earned me a smack from him when mom wasn't looking. He told mom that he didn't know to show his love for us well so he did as good as he could. Which I knew was a lie. My mom was a sucker for his sob-stories, she even told me off because I acted like I didn't love Ricky. But I didn't, he wasn't my dad and never would be... I still got a 'kiss kiss' from her but she did not seem as if she ment it. As we waved goodbye to her I felt Rickys arms snake around my waist. I tried to run but he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom. I kicked but it caused so much pain in my butt, so I tried to hit him instead which worked about as well as I thought it would and that was not at all. He locked the door behind him and pushed me down to the bed. Soon I was once again pinned under him naked free for him to play with.

I tried to move but smacked on the cheek just soft enough to ensure pain but no bruise. He made sure I wouldn't bleed this time by adding more lubracant to his pinis before pushing in. He wasted no time in his thrusts but he started to slow down for some reason. He soon stopped all together. He looked me over he smiled at the tears pouring from my eyes. Then he started to thrust again.

"No... please nooooo...." I said between sobs. "Stop it please... no more." He paid me no mind so I saw that there was no use in it. It hurt so bad I felt like he was ripping me in half. Then finally not soon enough I felt the sick warm fluid fill me, and he pulled out. Then he carried me to the shower and bathed us both. He made sure I was clean from head to toe. He dried me off and I got dressed but as I reached for my old red hat Ricky snached it up. He quietly looked it over and looked at me.

"So...Who gave you this peice of shit?" He asked trying to get a rise out of me.

"My dad." I said lowly. "It was his, he gave it to me for Christmas one year."

"Ohhh." He said as he casually droped it on the floor and stepped on it while he was walking out the door. I picked it up and through a notebook that had been sitting on the table at him. It hit him in the back of the head. He turned around and back snatched me up and put me over his shoulder.

He took me out to the hole next to the fence and droped me in it. The four dogs came at once to try to attack me. Ricky just watched me back up against the side of the hole screaming. I sliped and I felt one of the dogs rip at my pants leg. It was trying to pull me under the fence. They snarled, growled and lashed out at me.

"Whhhaaaa!!! I want Momma! Please Help Me!" I sceramed out knowing the only one that would hear me was Ricky. The dog was almost going to bite into my leg when I made a swift move and pulled back. Ricky looked down at me and grinned.

"Awww... Is the poor baby sceared? Bless his widdle heart..." He taunted me and I couldn't do a thing. I remembered my father looking down at me when I was still a little baby. Cooing at me saying that I was his sweet little baby. I missed him so much I couldn't stand it. I felt tears run down my cheeks, I must have been red in the face by then. I saw my father being shot. Then I heard Ricky's voice again.

"Shut up you stupid little brat you're givin' me a headache from hell." I kept crying though. " I said shut the hell up you little bastard!!!" Then my world started to turn black, first in small ever growing spots then completely. I had passed out.

When I woke up I was in bed. Safe... Was it all a dream? The night my father was killed, Ricky, being rapped, the dogs... Had it all been just a bad dream? Sadly no I looked up to see Ricky looking down on me with cold eyes. He took a swig of his beer and told me to keep quiet, and he took off my clothes again...

 

 

>>>SEVEN YEARS LATER<<<

 

I was sixteen and had a little sister that was five, Rachel. And her birthday was in two weeks, I needed to find her a gift but what would a girl that hated Barbie and baby dolls want? I had onehundred twenty-five dollars in my pocket from dules and my job cleaning up at the high dollar theater in town. So I was open to options. I needed a girls help with this. Only problem I had no female friends.

"Oh no..." I heard someone to my right say as I heard a small thud as well. A woman had dropped her things. For some reason I felt compelled to help her. So I strolled over to her.

"Ummm... need some help?" I asked. She simpily nodded. And I picked up her droped clothes and shoes and put them in the bag they fell from. She thanked me but all I did was stare in awe of her beauty. She had shoulder length brown hair and green eyes that sparkled like dimonds. She wore a tight red top, form fitting blue jeans and a nice pair of black converse, most likely new.

She knew I was checking her out. When she went to walk away I called after her.

"Hey Renie! Wait." She stopped and turned around with a shocked look on her perfect pale face.

"How do you know my name?" She demanded. I came to a stop in front of her.

"You're name is written on the toes of your shoes." I said calmly.

"Oh...." She said blushing. We sat down on a bench in the food court of the mall and talked for about half an hour. "So... are you an only child Rex?" She asked me batting her eyes for some reason.

"No." I answered her glad she brought up the subject. "I have a little sister named Rachel. She is five years old and has brown hair and blue eyes."

"I could have gussed her hair and eye color..." She says. "Is she sweet?"

"Yeah..." I replied quietly.

"So I hear you were knocked out of Duelist Kingdom in the first round. By a rookie too. Is it true?" She asked me I felt my heart sink. She was going to make fun of me...

"Yes it's true..." I say to her silently wishing that she would be quiet. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason..." She said as she started to giggle. " I didn't mean anything by it, sometimes people just get lucky." I looked at her and she was looking at me oddly. Her eyes traveled down my face and body to rest on my waist. Then she started to scoot closer to me, I didn't know what to do so I brought up my problem with finding my sister a gift. She lost the strange look in her eyes and told me that she would help.

 

>>>TWO HOURS LATER<<<

~~~Renie's POV~~~

 

'Rex is really sweet and fairly nice looking' I think to my self as Rex puts our things on the food court table. Rex had bought me two shirts one pair of pants three new pairs of converse a pink pair and two other black pairs. He bought his little sister a stuffed tiger. I hadn't noticed Rex had left until he set a chocolate malt infront of me. While I watched him walk I saw that he had a limp to it. He handed me a straw and I started to drink. I went to tell him something but when I looked up at him I saw that he had no drink.

"Where's your's?" I asked him sounding a little dumb. He told me he had no more money. ' I'll fix that.' I thought. So I went up to the counter and got something. When I sat back down I stuck an extra straw into the malt. Rex grinned and started to drink from the cup. He was really sweet but my mind kept going back to that limp. It was odd Rex seemed nice so why would he be hurt? We both kept stealing quick glances at eachother. But finally we were cought. I stopped drinking and just looked into his eyes as he did the same to me. He was sceared, I could see it in his eyes.

His eyes looked of thoese who have truly been totured. I wanted to know what gave him his slight limp, I wanted to know the reason behind his quietness. Rex was different than what my friend Joey Wheeler had told me. Joey said that he was rude, snotty, and would do any thing to get what he wanted. But Rex was none of these things.

Rex and I brought our faces closer together until their lips touched. The kiss was perfect we both tasted of nothing but chocolate, Rex didn't try tounge like all the other boys I had ever kissed for the first time did, and it was passionate. We were brought back to reality when someone slamed their fists on the table. We looked up and I wanted to scream.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doin' shrimp?" A big muceled up guy was staring at Rex with murder in his eyes.

"Renie... Who is this?" Rex asked.

"My Ex..."