The New Member of the Team
Disclaimer I'm only saying this once for this story. I DON'T OWN YU-YU HAKUSHO. I DON'T OWN A THING! There I feel much better.
Summary; Kuwabara's cushion is coming to stay with him and his family. It's all her fathers' fault by abusing her. She just lost control that's all. Plus the stronger and more control she gets. The more Hiei falls in love...
(Just so you guys & gals know ~ thinking ~ "saying, stating," and that's all I came think of)
Chapter One: Please Don't Hurt Me
A girl screamed, and then it went silent. All you could hear was the light sound of her breathing, and her father panting in anger. ~ What did I do? ~ Was the question running through her mind like a jackrabbit running from hounds. "You will clean this fucking mess up got it bitch?" Her father roared at her with eyes of hatred, and breath of Bloody Marys with Vodka. " Yes..yes of course." She managed to stutter to him. She could not hide the fear in her voice that he might stab her again. While trying to clean up the mess, she tried to remember what happen to her to get in this situation.
(Flashback)
She walked in the house after school quietly trying not to wake her father up, because she could tell he'd been drinking earlier. She quietly stared towards her room to finish her project. " Where the hell have you been?!" Shouted her father at her. " I was at school father. Today is Monday remember?" She answered back stuttering; praying that he wasn't going to hurt her again today. " I don't car! You probably went off with some boys to play around having sex with them. Didn't you? !" He asked in quiet voice. She didn't trust. ~ He's going to hurt me! ~ " Or maybe", he stared as he lifted up her pentacle, " Your going out worshipping the Devil casting spells! Wench, Heathen!" he shouted at her. " I do not! I worship the Goddess. Not some false demon that made created to scare people!" She firmly said. ~ If I can barely defend myself doesn't mean I can't defend my religion. ~ After she said that. Her father seemed to have gotten even furious towards her. ~ I will never regret what I just said. Now matter what..~ Her thoughts were interrupted by her father grabbing her neck. She was taken back by this, and couldn't breathe, dropping everything she had on the floor. As she was gasping for air, her father was grabbing his seven- in. knife that he always carried with him. Before he loosened his grip on her, he slammed her into the hard wall. Never letting go of her neck. Now after barely loosening his grip, he took the tip of the blade, and played around with it on her right cheek. He went to her ear and whispered," You know, you're beautiful when you struggle. Unfortunately for you, all heathens need to be punished. "He grinned the worst grin she ever saw. She closed her eyes excepting what's coming.
~~~~ Girl's pov ~~~~
Oh Morrigan! What did I ever do to deserve this kind of abuse? I've could have already killed him, or at least defended myself. Why am I letting him do this? It's because I'm strong. I can deal with this for one more year. That's all. I can't wait for it to come. With my eyes are still closed. I heard him chuckle. I knew what was coming. Then I felt the knife being driven in my left side. I got him to miss the organs; barely. It hurt a lot, but not as much as it did the first time. I always refused to cry. Crying to me is like showing that you're weak. I am not weak. I think that I'm becoming numb to the pain. Is that bad? After a few seconds, him dropped me with the knife still in me. I see my blood continually grow larger on the floor.Oh shit
~~~~ No longer in flashback ~~~~
The knife is in my hand now, as I ran to the bathroom. I grabbed a few old towels that we never use anymore, and ran back to my big puddle of my blood. The knife is still in my hand. I held it tightly. As I did my wound with the towels. I stopped at my blood. All I could do is stare at it. At me. It's big enough so I can see my face. I still feel that blood running out of my hand and towel. It took so much stregth not to cry. I see myself in my blood. Under my eyes are almost black, from lack of sleep lately. But my eyes alone is filled with so much pain. That I could see. "Hurry the Hell up woman!" I hear the demon say to me. I snap out of my thinking trance, and dropped the knife by the blood. Then I dropped to my knees and started to clean.
That's Chapter one. Please review! Chapter two is coming, and I promise that chapter two will explain things much better.
Ja ne
Disclaimer I'm only saying this once for this story. I DON'T OWN YU-YU HAKUSHO. I DON'T OWN A THING! There I feel much better.
Summary; Kuwabara's cushion is coming to stay with him and his family. It's all her fathers' fault by abusing her. She just lost control that's all. Plus the stronger and more control she gets. The more Hiei falls in love...
(Just so you guys & gals know ~ thinking ~ "saying, stating," and that's all I came think of)
Chapter One: Please Don't Hurt Me
A girl screamed, and then it went silent. All you could hear was the light sound of her breathing, and her father panting in anger. ~ What did I do? ~ Was the question running through her mind like a jackrabbit running from hounds. "You will clean this fucking mess up got it bitch?" Her father roared at her with eyes of hatred, and breath of Bloody Marys with Vodka. " Yes..yes of course." She managed to stutter to him. She could not hide the fear in her voice that he might stab her again. While trying to clean up the mess, she tried to remember what happen to her to get in this situation.
(Flashback)
She walked in the house after school quietly trying not to wake her father up, because she could tell he'd been drinking earlier. She quietly stared towards her room to finish her project. " Where the hell have you been?!" Shouted her father at her. " I was at school father. Today is Monday remember?" She answered back stuttering; praying that he wasn't going to hurt her again today. " I don't car! You probably went off with some boys to play around having sex with them. Didn't you? !" He asked in quiet voice. She didn't trust. ~ He's going to hurt me! ~ " Or maybe", he stared as he lifted up her pentacle, " Your going out worshipping the Devil casting spells! Wench, Heathen!" he shouted at her. " I do not! I worship the Goddess. Not some false demon that made created to scare people!" She firmly said. ~ If I can barely defend myself doesn't mean I can't defend my religion. ~ After she said that. Her father seemed to have gotten even furious towards her. ~ I will never regret what I just said. Now matter what..~ Her thoughts were interrupted by her father grabbing her neck. She was taken back by this, and couldn't breathe, dropping everything she had on the floor. As she was gasping for air, her father was grabbing his seven- in. knife that he always carried with him. Before he loosened his grip on her, he slammed her into the hard wall. Never letting go of her neck. Now after barely loosening his grip, he took the tip of the blade, and played around with it on her right cheek. He went to her ear and whispered," You know, you're beautiful when you struggle. Unfortunately for you, all heathens need to be punished. "He grinned the worst grin she ever saw. She closed her eyes excepting what's coming.
~~~~ Girl's pov ~~~~
Oh Morrigan! What did I ever do to deserve this kind of abuse? I've could have already killed him, or at least defended myself. Why am I letting him do this? It's because I'm strong. I can deal with this for one more year. That's all. I can't wait for it to come. With my eyes are still closed. I heard him chuckle. I knew what was coming. Then I felt the knife being driven in my left side. I got him to miss the organs; barely. It hurt a lot, but not as much as it did the first time. I always refused to cry. Crying to me is like showing that you're weak. I am not weak. I think that I'm becoming numb to the pain. Is that bad? After a few seconds, him dropped me with the knife still in me. I see my blood continually grow larger on the floor.Oh shit
~~~~ No longer in flashback ~~~~
The knife is in my hand now, as I ran to the bathroom. I grabbed a few old towels that we never use anymore, and ran back to my big puddle of my blood. The knife is still in my hand. I held it tightly. As I did my wound with the towels. I stopped at my blood. All I could do is stare at it. At me. It's big enough so I can see my face. I still feel that blood running out of my hand and towel. It took so much stregth not to cry. I see myself in my blood. Under my eyes are almost black, from lack of sleep lately. But my eyes alone is filled with so much pain. That I could see. "Hurry the Hell up woman!" I hear the demon say to me. I snap out of my thinking trance, and dropped the knife by the blood. Then I dropped to my knees and started to clean.
That's Chapter one. Please review! Chapter two is coming, and I promise that chapter two will explain things much better.
Ja ne