Title: Tide
Author: Chele
Rating: PG
Category: Angst
Code: S
Summary: Mistakes are not too little.
Author's Notes: A peek
into a part of Hoshi's childhood.
Disclaimer: Own them? Pffbt...I
wish!
Warning: This fic contains subject matter that could be
detrimental to some.
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The vase slipped from her hands and she watched in horror as it crashed to the ground, the sound loud and clear. Its pieces everywhere on the hardwood floor.
Her lip began to tremble and she shook her head.
"Hoshi!"
She knew what was coming.
Why did she have to be so stupid?
Hearing his footsteps, she felt the blood drain from her face. Only one thing registered in her brain at that moment.
Run.
Bounding up the stairs in a sprint, she breathlessly looked around for a place to hide.
"Hoshi!"
Whimpering, she bolted into her room, rushing to her closet and closing it from the inside.
Pressing her back against the wall, she tried in vain to cover herself with the hanging clothes.
Her heart pounded.
"Hoshi!"
It wasn't her fault. She didn't mean for it to happen.
She felt the heat rise to her face, her palms were starting to sweat.
"Hoshi!"
Maybe he wouldn't find her...she hoped he wouldn't find her.
"Please, oh please, please," she whispered to herself.
"Hoshi!"
She placed her hands over her ears, rocking herself, silently crying and praying he would just leave her alone.
"Hoshi!"
No.
He was right outside her closet.
No.
She tried to think of ways to convert happy to happiness in Dutch, Korean, Italian, German...
She gasped when the closet door suddenly opened, light spilling inside.
Her father had found her.
He stood above her, a belt coiled around his hand.
She shivered, not wanting to look at him. Angry and scared, she felt sick to her stomach, knowing what awaited her.
"Get out."