Diclaimer: These characters are not mine. I have not claim to them, just the story.
Married…Pregnant…Divorced…
Chapter One
Haruka smiled as she looked in the mirror, her slim figure was gone, it had been for a few weeks now, but she didn't care. She was excited about this new life inside her. Haruka heard the door slam and knew her husband was home. Haruka quickly moved out of the room with excitement, but that soon faded as she noticed her husband was drunk. She quickly tried to move away, but he had seen her.
"Come here woman!" Haruka thought about it, but decided it was better in the end, however knowing her husband's brutality she pressed the call button on her cell phone which was in her pocket. The phone started to dial Michiru's number, "Why are you fat?" Haruka wanted to lash out, but restrained herself. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and all over as it started to make her dizzy. "You need to lose weight. He grabbed her as he pulled himself up. Haruka felt sick, but didn't move. He spat in her face. "You are a horrible person. You are ugly." He spit again before throwing her back into the wall. He then moved to pull his fist back and began beating on her without showing a sign of letting up. Tears poured from her eyes as she thought nothing about herself, she could handle the abuse, but her unborn child. She had married him because of her father and mother, but she had never loved him although she thought the child would change their relationship; however that plan did not work. She felt him let up, but stayed where she was, she knew not to get up a long time of experience had taught her that lesson. She didn't even move when the door slammed, blood was dripping from her nose and her short blonde was matting from the blood that leaked from her head womb.
It took no time at all for Michiru who had heard the whole thing over her cell phone to arrive. She picked up Haruka and drove her to the hospital. Michiru looked at Haruka with a stern caring look.
"You are not going back, not this time, not in your condition." Haruka looked at her friend as the doctor was stitching the back of her head.
"I'm going to divorce him and I'm going to live the life I once did, my life, not my parents." Michiru grinned as she looked into the eyes and could see the life in her friend's face start to come back. Haruka moved and stretched out her hand, Michiru grinned as she felt tears run down her cheek and moved to take Haruka's hand.
Michiru took the beaten Haruka back to her apartment and helped her into bed. The police report had been filled out and when Haruka felt up to it they would go find a lawyer. Michiru looked at the frail girl, they had grown up a lot since their childhood. The use to run and jump, they use to play with out a care in the world, but that time had long since changed, time always brought change. Michiru left the room to fix dinner, but caught herself day dreaming of a time when Haruka and her could once again love like they use to, a time where they could be together away from the demands of society. Michiru loved Haruka and Haruka had once loved her, 'did she still love her?' Michiru had seen it in her eyes, 'yes Haruka still loved her.' She finished preparing dinner to take it to Haruka. Haruka grinned as she watched the smaller woman, the true love of her life walk in with some food. She moved to sit up and received the tray. She smiled as Michiru sat next to her. "Michiru," Haruka moved her hand. "I love you."
