Serpentine
S u m m a r y :
AU Kagome's abused by her father, to put it plainly. She's forbidden to talk, she's forbidden to be happy and she's not allowed to love. What happens when she breaks these rules?
Inu x Kag
C h a p t e r O n e
F o r b i d d e n
--Flashback--
"Listen to me, 'Gome, darling, you're father is evil. Don't let him take over. Don't!"
"Don't be silly Okaa-san! Tou-san isn't evil!" Giggled a six-year old Kagome.
"Yes Okaa-san, Tou-san isn't evil." Her fathers deep voice rang out, her mother frozen with fear, dread and angst.
"Okaa-san."
"Yes.. koi.."
Her mother left the room. "Listen Kagome, you're mothers strange, a freak, delusional. She's on drugs, she's too happy for her own good. Tou-san with take care of Okaa-san."
"Hai hai Tou-san!"
"Kagome."
"Mmm?"
"Don't end up like you're mother. Don't end up like a freak. Promise?"
"I promise Tou-san!"
Being six, Kagome didn't know what this fully meant yet, didn't know that her father was a psyhcopath, that he would, in the next twenty-four hours, beat her mother to death.
But this happened, it happened alright. At thirty-three minutes past midnight, Kagome woke up to her toddler brother, Sota, screaming loudly, wailing like a siren. Curious as Kagome was, she got up and decided to investiage. It wouldn't hurt, right?
How wrong she was.
Kagome gasped, as tears welled up in her eyes, as she stood there in her light blue cloud pattern pj's. Her mothers mangled body, her father standing over her, growling like hell, her mothers blood dripping off his fingers. He spotted his daughter in a flash.
"Kagome."
His voice was a harsh rasp.
"Y- yes?"
She didn't even have the guts or heart to add a 'tou-san'.
"This is what happens to freaks."
--Two Days Later--
"YOU LITTLE WITCH! YOU WENCH! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T BECOME A FREAK! LIKE YOU'RE GODAMNED MOTHER!"
"But Daddy! I just said could I go round to Sango's and play!"
"YOU CAN'T BE HAPPY, WITCH. HAPPINESS IS FOR THE WEAK! YOU UNDERSTAND ME? NO DAUGHTER OF MINE SHALL EVER SUCUM TO SUCH WEAKNESS!"
"DADDY, STOP IT!"
"No, you little witch. I won't ever stop. I won't stop until you're dead. You're mother was a freak. Now you are too. I will beat you and beat you and beat you until I can beat you no-more. Understand?"
"H- hai.."
Choked out little Kagome, tears carving their way down her small creamy-white skin, as her father clutched her ebony hair tight in his fist, eyes flashing red with anger.
"Don't talk. Ever. Not a simple hello to anyone. You're mute, wench, remember that."
"M- mute..?"
"IT MEANS YOU CAN'T TALK, YOU'RE VOCAL CORDS ARE MALFUNCTIONING!"
"Hai!"
Squeaked the young girl, as she dashed off, and sealed off her words and happiness for the rest of her life.
"Witch."
Kagome turned to him, silent.
"Don't you dare fall in love either. Ever."
Kagome nodded quickly, and ran off to her room, and drowning in a flood of tears, hid under her pillows and bed-sheets, wishing that she could disappear off the face of the Earth, to not live this life of pain that was hers from now on.
--End Flashback--
Thirty-three minutes past midnight.
Rolling over, the sixteen year old girl closed her eyes. No tears fell. She had lost her strength to even cry long ago, when her father found her mourning her dead mother. That memory of her father killing her mother was her strongest, harshest and most hated memory. But she found herself dreaming about it lately, for the past few fortnights.
That one memory that made a difference from her having a normal life, with a loving family. She didn't even have her brother anymore. About three months ago, social workers came and took Sota away, and since Kagome wasn't home, she wasn't even taken, to have a better life than she already did.
She missed Sota dearly, but was glad that he was free of this place. This hellhole. There were rules. Horrid rules. Rules of which were kept. Unless you wanted to die, that is. These rules were crazy, yet sensible.
Rule One: Bed time is nine o'clock.
Rule Two: No TV on after eight, unless on Sunday, then half past eight.
Rule Three: Once home, go straight to homework. If you have none, revise or read.
Rule Four: Only one hour on the computer every-other day.
Rule Five: Never back-chat, and do as you are told.
Rule Six: Any mention of you're mother in this house, and you will be severely punished.
Rule Seven: Do not phone ANY child service lines. Never.
Rule Eight: Bow to you're father whenever he passes in hallway. If sitting down, stand up straight, and bow.
Rule Nine: Tell anyone of the goings-on inside this house, and you will no longer live in this house.
But there were three rules which were added to the very bottom of her list of rules, which was pinned to her wall. Rules she could never forget. Rules that were smudged with her old tears, when she was told to write them. Staring at the paper, she began to read over the three rules what felt like the hundredth time. They were;
Never fall in love.
Never speak. You are a mute.
Never be happy. Happiness is for the weak.
Happiness is for the weak..
The inside family motto, which, again, was written on her paper, underneath the rules, in her writing, only larger. Kagome closed her eyes again, opened them after a brief moment, and stood up, picking up her current book that she was reading at the moment.
Romeo and Juliet.
Her father had said she was to read this, and give him a hand-written report on each and ever chapter. There were seventeen chapters. And he had also said, a full page for every chapter. No making handwriting larger to get out of it, and full sentences. Nothing short or sweet. Long and detailed.
Sighing, she picked it up, and began to read chapters ten to fifteen, not finding the slightest interest in the book, but for her own wellfare. Lately, she had had no beatings, since she had been doing what she was told.
And she was starting a new school. Her father felt that the school was getting too suspicious about Kagome's random disappearances alltogether from school grounds, so, she was moving to Tamgokiya Highschool.
She liked her old school, but didn't mention this.
She never mentioned anything.
Because she wasn't allowed to talk, unless in specific and real emergencies.