I do not own Inuyasha. I give my full respects to Rumiko Takahashi; she did great with this Manga.

Prolog

As my brother and I lay in the closet, were our mother had hid us. We hear her screeching cry; as my father beats her to her death. As I try not to cry out and try to keep my brother safe all I think about is why the world is the way it is. Why do men act the way they do.

As I lay my brother down on the ground and open the closet, to see if I could try to reach the phone so that I could call the police to help my mother. I hear screaming and a crashing down stairs. I walk near the wall like those spies's you see in those criminal movies trying not to make noise. I grab the phone and hear another crash and a gasp in pain. I make my way over to the closet and grab my brother.

"Souta, sweetie remember the trick 'Gome' showed you with the phone?! When I showed you how to dial 911, Right? Well now is the time to play that game okay. I want you to call them and tell the police that we need them because daddy is playing a dangerous game with mommy. I want you to tell them that this is an emergency and that we need the ambulance. Can you do that for me honey? Can you help me?"

"'Gome' you know I always love to help you! So we gonna play dis game an you goin to give me my candy, Right?"

"Yes, I remember. Now dial and tell them what I said. I'm going to check on mommy."

As I walked down the stairs I knew, no, I felt that what I was about to witness was going to change my view at life completely but I couldn't stop myself. It was like I was sentenced to witness this death my whole life at the tender age of 18. As I walked down the stairs and I saw blood all over the floor and a tear slid down my cheek. I knew that was my mother's blood it always was.

"YOU'RE A WHORE; YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO MY NAME. I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVER MARRIED YOU! MY MOTHER TOLD ME YOU WERE GOING TO DISTROY ME. AND LOOK HOW MY DAUGHTER TURNED OUT. JUST LIKE YOU SLEEPING AROUND WITH EVERYTHING THAT WALKS AND HAS A DICK." My dad shouted at my mother as he slapped her so hard I saw blood come flying out of her mouth as I saw her neck twist at a weird angle.

"I am not a disgrace to your family, you are…and…"

Before she could finish he kicked her in her face and I heard a dangerous crack. He then kicked her in the rib cage and I know those had been broken before countless of times because she let out a startled gasp and a dreadful sound that had me gasping for air.

Her eyes snapped towards me faster then lightning. I guess my father didn't hear, because as a small tear slid down my mother face. I saw the final blow coming it was like a vision. But before she died she did right as a mother.

"My daughter is not a whore…. Neither am I…. I have lived with this torture for years…"

SLAP

She still kept going, a fighter till the end

"And... I don't know how I still loved you for all these years… but today as I shed my tears... Don't think they're for you; you bastard they're for my kids and when you go to hell you'll suffer the consequences. I hate you…"

And as I saw him take out that gun and shoot my mother in the chest all I could do was run toward him and scream as I grabbed the kitchen counter knife and stabbed him in the back.

And as he lay there trying to grasp what was happening, I saw my mother open her eyes for the last time and smile.

"Please sweetie, take care of your brother and never let him become like your father. Show him how to be a true man. And don't let love……"

"Mom..." I shake her, and keep shaking her. I hear my father laugh.

"That's what that little bitch deserves" he laughs, gasping for air. I hear sirens outside.

"The ambulance is here honey." He smiles. "This isn't over 'honey' when I get out of jail, you'll regret lifting a finger against me!"

"Then I'll make sure you never get out" I snarl at him. He smiles.

I look at my mother and cry, cry while the officers take my father, cry as my little brother is taken to the ambulance to be checked on. I cry while my mother is taken to the ambulance to see if she will be revived. I cry when people come to my aunts house and give there condolences. I cry during everything without an ounce of sleep.

As I lay there on my mother's grave alone after everyone was gone and my little brother safe in my aunts care. I stop crying for the first time and wonder what my mother ever did wrong to deserve an ending like this; and right then and there I knew what her final words were to me would had been id she was given the chance to finish:

"Don't ever let love blind you, men are worthless and there are not worthy of my love and trust!!"

And until this day, 5 years later, I sit on the same grave, on her anniversary, August 10, 2009. I repeat those same words. And I would take those words to the graveyard.

Or so I thought….