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Tension and Despair but Love in the Air
Dear Diary,
Here I am. 17 years old almost out of high school. I have a 4.0 and no problems with my teachers. My mother past when I was 10 years old. She died while giving birth to my brother. He died two days later from breathing problems. I live with my abusive dad. He doesn't give a crap about me. But he always looks to his 'little girl' for help, or anything he needs. Well, if I'm your little girl why do you fucking touch and rape me all the time. Just because you fell like you need some pussy when you don't have money to pay for a damn prostitute! But I can't tell anyone. I just can't bring myself to do it. I know what you are thinking. 'What it is she afraid of? She needs to get away from him!' Well you can't do much if he tells you don't tell anyone or he will kill you with an AK 47 pointed at your fucking head! Don't think he won't do it. I've seen him kill my cousin for not giving him 20 bucks! Why can't my life be easier? I think I'm a good girl. I mean I get good grades. I help the homeless every fucking week. I deal with bitches that do nothing but use and fuck people for there own damn pleasure! Why can't anyone just love me for me and not my body? Just why does God hate me? Why is he putting me through this? I thought he loved me?
~ Kagome Higurishi
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We're moving to Michigan. We are going to stay in a suburban area. My dad may be an ass, but he has a lot of money.
I sit in the back seat and stare out the window as we drive to the house. The back is my normal seat. I don't like sitting in the front with that man. He always offers but I always decline. It just gives him a chance to dig his disgusting hands down my shorts during the road trip, which is a long ride. I mean from Georgia to Michigan. Yeah I don't think so.
I take a small peek at him just to see if he is starring at me through the mirror. He isn't. His dark gray eyes are fixed on the road. Thank God! He loves just to stare at me. He says I look exactly like my mother, but more developed and more beautiful. He thinks it's because of his looks. Yeah! Fuck that! I would actually let you kill me before I agree!
I have brown eyes. A heart shaped head and full pink lips. I'm slim but not to skinny. If I show you what's under my shirt you'd see big round sized breast and abs. I try to work out hoping that one day I can be stronger than my dad. I'm tall but not to the point all boys are shorter than me. Maybe 5 foot 7. Don't get me wrong! I think I'm beautiful but don't really think its official. I get the compliment all the time. But they only say it to be nice.
We show up at the house. It's big and white. I have to say, dad did a good job. I was surprised he asked me where we should live. I didn't think he would listen. I thought he would pick a dark and gloomy house in the middle of the biggest and darkest forest to match my doom so no one can hear my screams.
Believe me when I say he was not always like this. He was an amazing father like when I was 7. After that my mom and him kept arguing and threatening for divorce. When that happened he didn't have my mom to make love to. So he used me instead.
When we pulled up in the drive way, I saw the moving van and movers taking in my new bed set. My dad broke my last bed with all of the rocking he was doing. And he was not rocking me to sleep, more like hell. Yeah that's the one. He broke my dresser when he threw me into it before he broke my bed. Yeah, I tried to stand up to him for the first time. That didn't really work out that well. He got what he wanted when I realized my arm was broken, which was after the first hit.
"Kagome wake up! We need to start unpacking. I'll leave you alone until you are done." Oh he is so disturbing! "By the way, I have a huge surprise for you in garage. Hopefully they had put it in there." Oh man, is it a new place to have your fun! I thought you were gonna leave me alone. You are such disgusting liar!
My dad gets out of the car. I watch him as he walks over to one of the movers and talks to them. I see the mover nods his head and smiles as he turns his head to the car to look at me. I get out of the car and walk up to them.
"C'mon Kagome, I'll show you your surprise" my dad says as he winks at me. I follow him to the garage. I know he won't touch me. He is not that sick to touch me in front of people. He opens the garage door and turn on the light. When I walk in, the size of the garage doesn't surprise me until I see what is in it. "Surprise!"
When I the lights go on, I see a red Mustang with a let-down roof and a turquoise, silver and black motorcycle next to it, both with purple bows. Maybe he does kind of love me. That or he wants to make my life look normal so no one can suspect a thing. DING! DING! DING! Yup, the second one is correct. At least he used all my favorite colors: red, turquoise, and purple. I didn't think he knew!
"Wow, dad thanks! And they are my favorite colors." I walk over to touch the Mustang.
"Yeah that's right" he said hesitantly scratching his head. Oh wow, I was like so wrong. I should've known. "Well, you need a car and a bike. I won't be taking you to school. Someone has to."
"So you got me a bike and a car because the walk is too long, because that never stopped you before" I said sarcastically. He so didn't care in Georgia.
"Um yeah, no. You see we live in the suburbs, and if they find out that I making you walk miles to get to school, I'd be put in jail. And we don't want that now do we."
Uh yeah! Dude you're such an ass. "Then why did you get me expensive things like this if you don't care" I ask with confusion clearly showing.
"Oh my little princess, I do care", he said as he grabs my face. I snatch out of his hand. "I don't want you to drive around with a broke down car. I have to think of my reputation." Wow he sounds like a popular teenager who is obsessed with her own life. He hands me two sets of keys. One of them had the car and the motorcycle's keys on it, and the other with the house keys on it. I snatch them and walk inside the house.
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I'm in my room putting up my clothes. My room is pretty nice. Fuck that it's amazing! It's really huge and has a bathroom that is the same size as my old room. My dad had it painted lavender because I'm a girl he says. My bed room set is all white. It includes a headboard, dresser, chess, two nightstands, and a desk. He gave little extra accessories that made my room look amazing and girlie, but I love it. After I unpacked (which didn't end until like 3 hours later) I threw myself on my bed. The movers unpacked everything else besides my dad's room. They asked me how I wanted the kitchen and laundry room since I would be in there more. The decorative pillows fell on my face. I smiled from comfort and relaxation. I closed my eyes for tens minutes and I hear knocks on the door. (I locked it so no one could enter.) Dang It! Can't I get some rest!
"What!"
"Open the door!"
"No, what do you want!"
"Get your stuff ready for school tomorrow, but first come make diner! I'm starving women!" I threw a pillow at the door hoping it will make him shut up and go away. It worked, because my mom used to hit him with pillows until he couldn't breathe when they argued. He is frightened by them now. I just think it's hilarious!
I get up and put on some flip-flops. I like to make sure the house is clean before I walk barefoot. Just because the house is newly built and we are the first owners, doesn't mean shit! My motto is if it isn't clean, then it doesn't deserve my feet on it. The only time I walk barefoot is when I'm on the beach, near a pool, or when I know I cleaned the floor. I opened my door and locked it with my personal key. (I installed a new lock so my dad won't come in when I don't want him to.)
Walking in the kitchen I realized my dad went to the grocery store. It looks like he purchased the whole store itself! And I guess since he went to the store for first time, I am supposed to put up the food all by myself. The bastard is lucky I have a thing for messy atmospheres.
Here I am making spaghetti and homemade garlic bread, one of his favorites. Hopefully it will make him satisfied and stay off my ass. Literally! I love the smell fresh food. When I add the sauce that's when the thing arrives.
"Oh that smells delicious" it says when he opens the top. "Ah, sit!" Dumb ass didn't even think that it would be hot! I hold in the laughter almost chocking myself.
I took the plates and utensils out and started fixing our plates. He grabs the plate before I could put the bread on it. Then he grabs the bread out of my hands and stuffed his face. I walk to the fridge and grabbed me a soda. When I came back he looked at me like I was crazy. "What?" He put his fork down and folded his hands and stared me up and down. I rolled my eyes and turned to grab his beer out of the fridge. I slid it to him and took my plate to the dining room.
There is where I ate my diner. When I finished eating I took my dishes in the kitchen. When I got there I saw my dad sleeping on the counter hugging a half empty beer bottle with empty ones surrounding him.
The first thought that came to my mind was, "Yes, he is so drunk he collapsed! Now he won't bother me and he will have a major hangover!" I know shameful isn't it? I cleaned up the beer bottles saving them for deposits and washed the dishes. I won't even try to help him to his bed 'cause then he'd pull me in. So I left him and went up stairs.
I made it to my room and unlocked my door. I walked in and sat on my bed beginning to attach my sets of keys to my key chain. When I got up, I grabbed a box that said "Kags' Bathroom Materials'. I walked to my bathroom and started to set it up. "Man I can't wait to get in the shower".
I unwrapped my toothbrush holder and soap dispenser and sat it on the sink. I laid the decorative towels over the towel-poles and stacked the usable towels in the cabinets. My bathroom's theme is Japanese cherry blossoms. It's beautiful with the pale pinks and delicate looking flowers painted on the wall. But I could've done better.
Getting ready for school tomorrow I started packing my book-bag. I also took out my outfit. I have to say my style is pretty good. I'm going to wear my black mini skirt, a turquoise tank top with a white belt around my waist, and a black short sleeve jacket that stops under my bosoms. The shoes? My turquoise, black, and silver Nikes. I designed them online and brought them. I know, I'm awesome.
Wanting to scrub my body to the bone I grabbed my underwear and pj's and ran into my bathroom. I locked the door before laying my clothes on the clean counter. I stripped quickly then jumped in the shower while turning on the hot water.
Heaven. That's all I felt in the shower. I love taking showers and baths. I love being in water. Every time I'm in water it seems like everything washes away. That's the only time I don't have to do anything, no thinking or nothin'. Sometimes I sit there and cry, letting all my tears wash away with the tainted part of my life to leave with it. It soothes me.
After I stood there for like, 10 minutes, I grab my favorite body wash 'Cherry Blossoms in the Night Rain'. Another thing that soothes me, rain, I love everything about rain. It helps me sleep at night. It's beautiful.
I started to scrub my skin until I felt clean. Sitting in the car with my dad for hours is not lovable, especially during the pit stops. Thank God we didn't go to any hotels or anything. I rinsed my skin and turned off the water feeling self-pity because I was done. I don't need to shave. The only hair that grows on my body is the hair on my head. Thank God! No pubic hair on my wash cloth! I climbed out wrapping the towel around myself. After I dried off, I lotioned my skin with my lotion that matched my body wash. (Yes, I do have the body spray, perfume and everything else included in the bathing pack!) I dressed myself in my panties and pj's. I don't wear bras while I sleep. It's uncomfortable. I threw my clothes in the laundry basket and walked out the bathroom. But I didn't like what I saw.
My dad was sitting on my bed. 'Shit, I forgot to lock my door!' He stood up and walked towards me. "Oh, I see you took a shower. You smell delicious", he said. I could tell he was still drunk. I'm used to it. That's the worst time for him to see me. He gets too rough with me and leaves bruises. He stared me up and down licking his lips. I ran to get my keys but he caught me by my arm and threw me on the bed. I bumped my head on the headboard. I screeched at the pain. But he didn't care, he just climbed on me. I struggled against his hold but he just slapped me to shut me up. It worked because I didn't want to go to school with an injury on my first day. That's it!
"W-wait, you shouldn't be doing this," I stuttered. My voice was strain from my cries. "I-I have to g-go to school to-tomorrow. An-and you d-don't ah, want me to h-have bra-bruises." I tried to push him off. He stopped kissing my neck and looked at me.
"What did you say" he growled. His eyes scared me half to death. His eyes aren't normal, he's not normal.
"You can be charged with child abuse if I uh go to school with um bruises. You don't want that. Remember your reputation." I could feel him loosen his grip. He rose off of me and walked out. I ran to close and lock the door. I turned and leaned on the door, heart racing and body shivering. I slowly walked to my bed and climbed in. I covered my face with my comforter not caring how fluffy it was and cried my heart out. Then I realized it was raining. My room fell silent. All you could here was the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof. As I stared at the ceiling my eyes grew heavy and I fell to sleep.
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Hey people it's me! I actually am supposed to be writing another story but I can't find my flash drive and it has my chapters on it. So I don't know how long it will be until I finish that. But you can read the chapters I have up. It's called High School Love. I got that story from a dream. This story I got from eating my favorite pie. And my parents say eating junk is not good for you! I just came up with a great story idea that can get me paid! What ya gotta say now mamma! I love you guys, keep up with me. Read and Review People!
