Wonton: This piece is all mine. This is also a fill for the YJ anon Meme community.
She walked to school with the lunch she packed. Her jaw was set, clenched tight in what all of her new 'friends' would assume to be determination, her stalkings and blazer hide all evidence that she might be in pain. She won't let those snot nosed rich kids find any more reasons to pity her. The blonde, however, missed the sharp blue eyes that could see her nearly indiscernible limp.
She saw the questions written in a few of her teacher's eyes every time she winced as she raised her hand to answer a question. Oddly, she found it easier to hide her pain during gym, because it causes a pain that she's in control of. But at the end of the day, she's put so much effort into masking her pain that she didn't even notice the out of place richie middle schooler following her though the dark streets of one of the worse parts of Gotham.
When she found her house quiet and empty, she could almost hope that HE wouldn't be coming. Almost being the operative word, because the moment she walked into the living room, she remembers why it shouldn't be quite so quiet. Her mother was splayed across the floor, the older woman's neck tilted at an unnatural angle and her dark eyes still open held no spark of life. Before the blond high schooler could react something hard smashed against the back of her head.
Of course HE would be home; he had nothing else to do. She may have screamed. She may have cried. She may have even started to beg and plead. She didn't know. All she knew was that she felt her world tilting and the only thing that she could see was her mother's prone figure and dark lifeless eyes boring into her own. It was when she felt hands grabbing at her clothes that she started to fight back. Not that she had much fight at all, but she didn't stop. For some reason she knew she couldn't give in.
Just as her blouse was ripped open she heard the living room window break and there were hands no more. She lay there only for a moment before she moved with painful stiffness to sit up. Small gloved hands held her lightly to steady her. HE lay only a few feet away but was completely unconscious. She sagged in relief.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" the voice that spoke to her was familiar, but softer then she'd ever heard it. Her eyes began to sting, and her lips stared to tremble.
"He…He's never," she swallowed. "Never gone this far before."
"It doesn't matter we would have helped you." The usually cheerful voice was still soft, tinged with only slight disappointment but quite a lot of sadness. She knew he was right, but hubris and all. Suddenly, her mother's vacant eyes were once again all she could see and the tears began to fall in a torrent. The young boy just pulled her close and hummed a soothing tune.
Wonton: Hoped you liked!
