Title: Fraud
Description: I'll hide behind this fake smile and no one would have to know—it'll seem like all my misery and pain never existed. But one problem… why did he have to be so good at theatrics? –Rimahiko–
Pairing(s): Mainly Rimahiko, with side Amuto and Kutau.
Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara, sadly. ;~;
Enjoyyy!~ (:
It's going to happen again. It's going to happen!
No more, I mentally begged, my eyes darting to the left of my room. Please.
I had begun to shake in fear while I gripped the blanket that was wrapped around me. I squeezed it with all my strength that my two hands could muster until I finally couldn't feel my fingers.
The sudden noise of the door unbolting, opening, and then slamming closed echoed numerous times in my head. The heavy footsteps created a beat to this unpleasant sound—a sound so excruciating that I attempted to cower under the orange comforter, as if I'd be safe.
"Please," I pleaded in a faint whisper, my voice muffled by the blanket, my eyes watering already. I folded my hands together and murmured a quick prayer, letting my tears fall onto my pale hands while still hiding under the covers.
Kusukusu's hesitant pat on my shoulder made me realize that she didn't know what to do, but she wanted me to acknowledge that she was there for me. I silently sobbed as I grabbed my chara and held her close to my heart.
Seconds after that, it became unexpectedly quiet and that's when I tensed, preparing my body for the chance of a sudden impact.
Instead, it never came. The blanket was thrown off my body and I meekly turned my chin up and had my anxious gaze look into the severe brown eyes of my father. From the cloudy haze in his dark eyes, I could see that he was already wasted and the fact that he's intoxicated frightened me even more than if he tried attacking me first.
"Papa?" I managed to whisper out, my voice feeble and hushed.
"Rima… I hate you!" He slurred angrily while rubbing his aching forehead. I whimpered involuntarily as I apprehended that not only has Mama put him into a horrible mood so he'd get drunk, he's in pain with one of his constant headaches. This is the worst Papa can get, at least, as far as I know.
"I'm sorry," I sincerely murmured, my heart in agonizing pain from the insult. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I repeated in my head, deliberately thinking that it would be of some more help.
"It's not okay, you nuisance of a brat!" he hissed as he leaned in close to my face, his eyebrows scrunched in a way where it looks unnatural.
"Hey!" Kusukusu shouted in her high pitched voice, her eyes full of tears. She flew out of my grip and into the small gap between his and my face. The little chara then roared, "Get away from Rima! Don't hurt her anymore!"
Of course, Papa didn't see her so he took that 'silence' as me offending and disrespecting him.
He slapped my cheek so incredibly fast that it stung like four thousand needles pressing into my skin all at once. To make that slap even more unbearable, I had bit down on the tip of my tongue and I could taste the blood splashing the roof of my mouth. More tears sprang to my eyes as I cried out in pain.
Not bracing myself for another assault, he took the upper hand. Papa drunkenly punched the right side of my head and I instantly fell off my bed and landed on my back in an uncomfortable position.
He stomped around the bed in a rapid motion and started to kick my stomach inwards. Every time he did, I coughed, while wincing, and the blood from my mouth splattered out on the pale white carpet. After six ruthless kicks, he started to irritably breathe hard.
"You are so weak, Rima! Why are you so god damn small?!" he roared furiously. Papa continued ranting, "You need to get stronger! I blame your mother's pathetic genes! If you had all my genes, imagine how much more successful you'd be!"
"Rima! We have to get out of here!" Kusukusu cried out in helplessness. "I'll go get help first!" She hovered over to the window.
"No!" I hissed, my breath becoming short as I reached my left arm to stop my chara.
"No? Are you calling my genes unsuccessful?!" He snarled through clenched teeth. Without letting me make up an excuse, he charged at me with full force.
Instead of doing what I thought he'd do, he smacked me with trading hands every other hit; over and over again on both cheeks.
"I'm sorry!" I shrieked out, soon to become out of breath.
He then grabbed my hair by the end and lifted me up solely from my hair. I squealed in frustration as I couldn't place my feet back on the ground. I felt strands being tugged out and I became frantic—I love my hair!
"Let me go!" I quietly sneered as I started to thrash about. I automatically stopped when I realized struggling would make things worse for this kind of situation.
Papa jerked my body to the right and then pulled my face closer to his until our noses touched. I clamped my eyes shut, afraid of his expression.
"You're worthless," He muttered, his alcoholic breath floated into my nostrils and I almost gagged. I bit my lip from bursting out in sobs from the extreme pain I was currently in just so I wouldn't prove to him that I really am valueless and weak and all the other insults he told me.
"I… I'm sorry, Papa," I whispered as I finally reopened my eyes.
He stared into them for a moment and I was almost sure I saw regret coarse through his dark eyes. He immediately dropped me on my back, which caused me more discomfort. He kicked me in the abdomen once more and I felt numb from the tremendous pain.
I froze and sat there in the same spot as I tried to let the pain go away on its own. I heard the door slam and craned my neck to see him out of my room.
"Rima… tonight… wasn't so bad…" Kusukusu commented, her voice weary, as if she was afraid to say anything to me.
I nodded slowly, grateful for her positive attitude. "But…" I started crying again, holding my stomach. "I can't handle it anymore, Kusukusu… When will it end?! I can't… every night… I just can't…" I sniveled, my voice thin and frail.
"Your mother should be helping you!"
"She knows I deserve it," I whispered, in disgust with myself.
"You don't, Rima!" My chara shrieked, her eyes watering yet again. "That's just it! You don't deserve this! We need help!"
There was an awkward silence that fell between us.
"Things would have been a lot simpler if… if I just had died in the process of that kidnapping…" I ranted softly as I faded in and out of consciousness.
"But now I have things to live for…" I argued to myself cautiously as I saw pictures of the Guardians flash in my mind, all of them grinning at me. Wanting more than anything to see them in person, I opened my eyes, somehow expecting them to be in my room.
Of course, they weren't; I just stared at my chara in silence. My chara's grim, apprehensive expression completely shattered the remainder of my mental strength.
Closing my eyes, I thought more about Amu, wondering if she would do anything to help me. Best friends should be like this, right? I saw Nagihiko appear as Nadeshiko and that minuscule hope of mine faded. I knew deep down that Amu cares for 'her' than she ever would for me. And it killed me.
I felt the world turn black and I felt trapped in a never ending void of misery.
First chappiee!~ Yayy! ^-^
Okiee, well, I decided to have this chapter a bit short. I don't know why, though. ;o
The next ones should be more interesting, hopefully! x3
Okie, listen. I had this idea for ages... I'm seriously not copying everyone else's abuse story.
I seriously dislike copying and I'm not a hypocrite. Dx
Rima getting abused is just a good plot and everyone else took advantage.
Please don't say anything about me 'copying' other people because I know I have a completely different plot than everyone.
Hopefully the summary makes sense... you know, how Rima fake cries?
Weeell.. remember Nagi-kun saw right through that and said he was good in theatrics too?
Ahh, hopefully it makes sense... ;__;
But anyways! I'll be sure to update very soon. ^^
Even sooner if you review... -coughcough- (;
Soo.. you should review? :3
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