Title: From Beneath
Genre: Angst and Romance
Category: D. Gray Man
Character 1: Kanda Y. Character 2: Alicia G.
Rating: T+
Summary:
Alicia Gautier is being abused by Mick Wyler, and attempts suicide after the last straw. Kanda hates to admit it, but he doesn't want his dad to give in to the heart attack. No matter what. Well, life still wants to beat them down. T+ for safety and slight language, was nearly M. CAUTION under 12. KANDAxOC
Sixteen year old Alicia woke with a loud "Oof!" as her eighteen year old brother, Kane, jumped on top of her.
"Get off me you BASTARD!" She hollered at him. Even if he did that every morning, she still had to scream at him every time.
"Wakey wakey." He grinned goofily.
"Get off." She grumbled, and he slithered off with an innocent look.
"Well then, get out!"
He shook his head like a little child, his spiky hair tossed about.
He knew what she slept in, but he knew she didn't really mind him seeing her in an over-sized shirt and underwear in the morning.
Throwing her only pillow at him, he ducked and ran out. "Damn." She cursed under her breath.
She got back under the covers, but it just wasn't the same without a pillow.
Alicia got out of bed slowly, trying to rid herself the memory of the night before, though it was impossible considering the dull ache all over. As she got into the bathroom, she tugged off her huge Cookie Monster shirt and inspected herself in the mirror.
Scattered over her body were bruises of various size and colours. At the base of her neck were painful love bites, t
not made from love.
Alicia got under a cool spray of water that numbed the pain ever so slightly. She didn't even bother using too much soap because the marks that cut deep into her skin caused too much agony.
She quickly washed off, dried herself in a fluffy towel, dressed, and left for the kitchen.
The kitchen was a cheery place with yellow walls and a round dinner table. There used to be four plates around it, but now only three sat along with two plastic bowls.
"Hi mum." She hurriedly greeted the pregnant woman flipping pancakes. "Where are the twins?"
"They're with Kane in the shed, get them down here."
The red headed Mrs Helena Gautier kissed her daughter on the cheek, "Make sure the three of them wash up!" She added with a grin.
Alicia nodded before going out the door, across the lawn, and into the big shed they called a workshop.
Haley and Haiti loved the workshop. A lot. Mainly because Kane let them see how he fixed the engines he brought home from work. He was a senior at Black Rose High, and had an apprenticeship with the local garage.
Alicia went into the shed and called out,
"Breakfast!"
Kane's head popped out from behind one of many doors with a silly grin. "Coming mommy."
No matter the age difference, she was WAY mature than him.
"Don't forget to wash up. I take Haiti, you take Haley."
With the mention of their name, the six year old twins came out, hand in hand.
"Hi Alicia!" They chorused with huge Cheshire grins on their chubby cheeks.
Except for Haiti and Alicia, who had dirty blonde hair, the entire family had deep red hair. With the exception of their dad.
As their daily routine, the mature ones (aka Haiti and Alicia) went hand in hand back to the bungalow while Haley and Kane played with miniature air planes.
After helping their mother set the table, Alicia grabbed a piece of bread, her backpack, and bid farewell to her the twins and her mother before making her way to school. Her brother was missing, as usual.
The walk to school was bitter. It was nearing December, and stormy clouds gathered and the sun was bleak. The wind was sharp, whipping about Alicia's hair.
She managed to find a sapphire long-sleeved turtleneck, and pulled on average cobalt skinny jeans that weren't too tight because it would hurt. There was nothing she could do to hide the top of her neck, so she let her hair down to hide it. She had a coat with her, but she didn't need it yet.
She neared the school building, and a ring of the bell could be heard. The lazy teens were already halfway in, and Alicia knew for a fact that she would be late.
The neatness of her locker was perturbed as the black coat was dumped inside, along with her purse. Suddenly, she felt herself being grabbed from behind and pushed hard against the cold metal lockers.
A body was pressed against hers, and as she heard the bell ring, it was a well-known fact between the two that she was going to be serving detention. Again.
"Leave me alone Mick."
(NOT TYKKI! I'm trying really hard to keep DGM characters as far away as possible)
Her stomach was dealt with a blow from his knee. She doubled in pain, but knew better than to make any noise. One witness and she knew that the hidden gun tucked under his jacket would come in handy.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do bitch." He threatened under his breath.
His hands went way below than what was appropriate, and he started to caress the buttons of her jeans.
"You should wear skirts." He said softly into her ear failing to be seductive. "It would be much easier for me."
Despite herself, she couldn't help but add quietly, "It's nearly winter you dumb ass."
He slapped her.
"I said not to answer back you slut." He jammed his hand down her pants and hurt her painfully. She gasped out and bent over, trying to kick him. But it was futile.
He threw her on the floor, and left.
Alicia shakily got up, fixing her pants, and sat against the lockers with her knees drawn to her chest. Somehow, this had all gotten out of control since the start. It had been going on for so long she couldn't even remember how it had started.
Alicia fixed herself up as much as she could, but she couldn't get her hair to calm down, and eventually tied it up into a very messy bun. She grabbed her backpack and found her Physics class.
"Nice of you to join us Ms Gautier. Detention."
After the class ended, Alicia tried to keep to herself, but Mel Eisen wouldn't have it. Comrades in battle since the beginning of junior high, the pair were inseparable. Till now.
Looking up at her friend's dishevelled look, there was definitely something going on.
"What is going on Alicia Monroe Gautier? You tell me right now!" was Mel's greeting as she stomped up to the locker.
"Nothing, I'm fine." Alicia shut her locker door wearily. It was tiring enough to get through the day, but questions were even worse.
Mel followed her she made her way to detention. "Alicia, something is definitely going on. Tell me!"
Albeit being best friends, Alicia couldn't help but blow up.
"Please leave me alone Mel! It's none of your business."
And with that, she stomped off.
After an hour of sitting at a desk, Alicia got up and left, ripping up a warning letter she had to courier to her mother.
As usual, Mick was waiting outside.
"What took so long bitch?"
She rolled her eyes, walking past him. "I got detention you ass. Mr. Heyman is not as forgiving as Coach."
She felt the strap of her bag being grabbed. "Mind your language bitch, or I will be washing your mouth with something worse than soap." She could feel his heated glare pierce right through her. The threatening look willing to fulfill its words.
He shoved her into the back of his car, and got in too, locking the doors. He tossed the keys I the front, his expression hungry. He advanced and she retreated. He grabbed her shirt and ripped it off, commanding her to do the same. Her trembling hands popped open the buttons on his shirt, and slid it off. He ad markings on his body, some tattoos and some scars. She knew the tattoos were a desperate try to cover the scars from his own father.
Mick commanded her to un do his buckle, and he tore off her own clothes, he slowly bit down on her neck, and she gasped in pain.
It was about to happen all over again.
A/N: SCENE CUT!
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He climbed into the front seat after pulling in his jeans, and turned the ignition.
"Get out." He said
Alicia, who was laying in the back with pain, was unable to pull on the majority of her clothes because of the pain, and kept it to underwear, shirt, and coat.
"Now."
She struggled to gather her clothes, and stuffed them in her school bag before trying to open the door.
"It's locked stupid." She felt a backhand across her cheek, yet heard the click of the locks.
"Out."
"Gladly. Bastard."
She got out as quickly as she could and began running towards her house.
No point trying to out run a car, she realised at the last minute before she felt the car slam into her right side. It wasn't with great enough force to kill her, and she knew he did that intentionally just to make her suffer a broken arm.
Not shattered, but definitely broken. Not killed, but tortured.
The car reversed and sped off to wherever Mick went, and Alicia could not believe that Mick actually hit her with a CAR.
That was the last straw.