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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT IN ANY FORM OR FASHION OWN INUYASHA OR ITS CHARACTERS! WISH I DID BUT SADLY DONT.
Chapter 1: The beginning
Here I am a 4-year-old girl holding a bouquet of flowers for my mother while she married for a second time I don't really like these flowers. They were red and white peonies. Doesn't anyone know thy area bad luck? My mother's name is Sakura she has straight dark brown hair to her shoulders that was in case, up in a bun. She wasn't by any means the skinniest person but on the other hand I wouldn't consider her fat either. Just big-boned is what she called it. The extra meat was in the right places though. The groom's name is Katashi. He was a man of normal stature. He likes to work out a lot which my mother didn't really mind because of his six pack. He also had dark hair that was black with a speck of white here and there and curly. He had dark skin that looked like he tanned but it's his natural color, so it didn't quite look so abnormal. Hi my name is Rin and I am a whole 4 years old. I'm not the tallest of people but I like to think myself average height. I have dark brown slightly curly hair down to my waist and light brown eyes. My skin is a cream color and soft like any little kids skin should be.
"I have a really bad feeling about this" I thought as the wedding went on. There were butterflies in my stomach and I felt rather nauseous as well. There is nothing really that I can do. I want my mother to be happy. I finally get to be with her though instead of with my grandma and aunt. That was usually how my life was since I was born. She went off to finish college and would come every so often to see me at my grandma's house. I didn't quite understand though why she needed to go to this place called college. It didn't sound very fun to me.
15 minutes later
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride" my mother and now new step father leaned in towards each other and gave a small chastise kiss. Ew! Weren't they afraid to get coodies?
But I never would've imagined those two sentences would be end of me. We went into another room to get into more comfortable clothes. I watched as my mother changed out of her simple wedding gown into a black dress with flowers on the end of them. Her wedding gown wasn't really glamorous. It was just a pearl white dress that went down to her ankles. It didn't have any design on it no sparkles, nothing. She then let me do the same because this flower girl dress was bugging the crap out of me. It was a pink dress that went to my knees. It had a flower on my waist and a matching pink hat with a pink ribbon on it as well as a pink flower.
When we got out of the room from changing everyone ran towards us with camera in hand. Everything was just so overwhelming. Everyone had a camera in hand yelling at once, "let's take a picture of them all together." "I want a picture with them, too" "oh let's get the couple alone" "now with them and the cake" flash after flash after flash. I just wanted to disappear which wasn't very hard for me. My new step dad's uncle had some step sons who protected me as their own sister. They took me out and we vanished for a while. At least until it was time for cake.
1 year later
It was Christmas and my mom had a huge stomach! She was pregnant with my little brother. Well my grandmother from my biological dad's side of the family was over. She kept saying she wanted to have visitation rights with me. My mom kept saying no that she had 4 years to do so, but never did. It's sad to be 5 and yet you understand what all is going on. See my mom and biological father divorced when I was 2 years old because of some issues no one wants to tell me about. She was saying that my "father" wanted to see me, too. I've heard of this man, but I've never really seen him. I knew he existed, but he never came to see me. Well it's his loss I guess. He was just a selfish prick from what I gathered. He doesn't care about me. I'm his daughter and he never once called, what an asshole.
I ended up getting tired of listening to all the yelling so I grabbed my bike I was given as an early Christmas present and went for a ride down the drive way outside. I felt much better after about 5 minutes into it. I loved living out in the country. No cars passing by or honking, just me, my dog, and the birds. But today the sky was particularly grey. It seemed sad to me. I hated that because it usually meant something was coming, and I'm not talking about the weather.
All of a sudden I looked up and I saw my mom crying at the door way and my grandmother rushing to her truck. "I wonder what happened." I ran up to my mom to give a hug and find out what a was going on, but my step father pushed me away " Sabes que todo esto es tu culpa?( you know this is all your fault?) No mas por que ese culo y su bruja de madre te quieren ver(all because that asshole and his witch of a mother want to see you!)! Largate! (just leave!)"
I was torn. Never had he talked or looked at me in such disgust before. I just got on my bike and left. Across and down the street was where my great uncle lived on his ranch. I just went and rode into a stable with a horse with my dog right behind me. I hugged the horse and I cried until my eyes were puffy and they hurt along with my head. I didn't really know what to do. What had I done to make him so mad at me? None the less, I had to go back home before I got into any more trouble.
When I made it home my grandmother's truck was in the drive way again. Only this time in the middle of the yelling I heard another voice. It was a guy's voice, but it didn't sound familiar. After a few minutes of arguing and yelling a man walked out with my grandmother. He was short in stature for a man anyways. He had light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had a bit of a beer belly going on. Gross. He walked straight to me, "hi. I don't know if you remember me, but I am your dad." He held his hand out for me to shake it. I just looked at him in confusion and shook my head. My dog growled at my supposed "father" and he backed his hand right away. I shrugged my shoulders and walked inside.
About two weeks later my aunt came and she picked me up. She said I was going to spend a whole month with her. I actually didn't mind. My step-dad was starting to yell at me more every day. "ese familia no vale puro pinche verga!(that family is worth fucken shit!) y tu tienes que hacer a parte de ellos!(and you have to be a part of them!)" every chance he got he would back hand my and walk away as if he didn't do anything. I was starting to develop bruises on my legs. I was hoping my mom would ask, but I guess she just thought I fell off my bike or something.
Well damn it's not like I chose be born with the people I am with. But whatever. I seem to be saying that a lot lately.
Come a month later we went to the hospital. My mother was in labor. Everyone was nervous. Hell even my step-dad was being nice to me for once. But that was only because we had other family members present really. I wished they would never leave.
A couple hours later my little brother was born. My parents named him Kohaku. I figured as long as he kept my parents busy, we would get along just fine. Ii loved him already. He wasn't very cute though. I thought babies were cute soft skinned and with big round eyes. He has wrinkly skin just like my grandpa and his eyes were always shut. I hope he gets cute soon; I don't want an ugly wrinkly brother.
Oneyear later
I was actually a bit content. My step-dad had been so busy with the Kohaku when he got home from work he wouldn't really acknowledge me. I was ok with that. It meant I wasn't going to get yelled at or hit for something that wasn't my fault. But one day he asked if I could bring him a glass of water. I ended up tripping over the carpet and I spilled the water all over the floor.
My face paled. "I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up." As I turned around to get a rag he grabbed me from my arm and spun me around. He took me to his room and pulled out his belt. He gave me 5 good whips on my back leaving it swollen, bruised and bleeding a bit. The only good thing was after the third hit my whole back went numb so I didn't feel the last two. "Don't ever do that shit again! You understand me?!" he learned some English throughout the year with my mom.
I just nodded my head knowing my voice was going to crack. I had tears swelling in my eyes threatening to pour out, but I was stronger than that. I don't anyone to see the pain I go through or the tears. That's only a sign of weakness. If I have to I will fake a smile, whether it is at home, school, at a relatives, or church.
I saw god as my savior then. I would pray to him every day at night and morning and every Sunday when we went. I hoped he would answer my prayers one day. I would pray for a life without hurt and sadness and fear. Where we could all just be happy.
My step-dad stopped me in mid thought when he calmly said "Limpia el tiradero que dejaste.( clean up the mess you made)" I left and grabbed the rag to clean up the spilt water.
For the next 4 years that was a daily routine. I would mess up something my accident and I would get hit. I eventually grew accustomed to it. He would hit me on my back so much that I eventually could just tune out the sound of the leather belt, which eventually turned into a leather whip, hit my flesh. And all this… was only the beginning.
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