A/N: Heads up...this is my first fanfic so cut me some slack, if it sucks. I know it does..
Disclaimer: I do not own w/e....why you have to put this here anyways? Everybody already knows I don't anything besides this story...so sad.
Since you obviously don't care about what I'm writing here, and you probably just skipped this and went on with the story, I'll go on....
~*Moving*~
There's a door deep inside my heart
and someone has been knocking at it.
That's the sound that I hear...
when I'm with you.
As I pressed my face up against the cool glass and shut my eyes, I smiled sadly. A bitter-sweet smile. Another town, another new start... Another new chance at life;another chance to add new scars to my growing collection. I looked out the foggy window. It's weird how the stupid scenery doesn't change. I glared down the road. Endless road pisses me off. I, instinctively, cracked my knuckles.
In the beginning, I was quite frustrated. Moving. Separating from friends...not that I had that many. Or at all....
A picture of a busty orange-haired girl popped up in my mind. Orihime....is probably better off without me. Orhime had way more popular friends than me; she was really petty, nice, and an over-all angel -- the exact opposite of me. Without me to bring her popularity down, she the could gain ranks in school and be around people that love her for who she is. She could branch out and be an individual. She could-- wow I sound like one of those go army commercials. Besides I had my suspicions, that she was getting tired of hanging out with a loser like me; her friends would ignore her when I was with her. I don't want her to suffer because of me and my selfish reasons.
I remember her dejected expression when we passed by her friends in the courtyard; they didn't even make eye contact. Not a glance. They didn't aknowlage her at all...like they act to me. Even though she made an effort to hide it, I knew Orihime was depressed the remainder of the day.
I bet she's smiling happily right now....hanging out with her popular friends. Slowly forgetting about me...at least she's happy.
After I grew out of my depression which was quick, considering I was quite used to it, I stared blankly at the never-ending road...I think we're almost there. It was hard to tell because of the life-- or lack of. I should of brought a book...or asked for Orihime's number...I could e-mail her though.
Yay. I smiled a little. It's weird how I can still find something to smile about after everything that's happened to me. I'm glad I still can; I wouldn't have lasted without it... I'd be long gone, forgotten rotting in an old bathtub, gun still in hand. But....wouldn't that be better for everyone? They'd be better off withought me. I started to tear up.
Quickly, I peered at Yatsuba, my current gaurdian, and sighed in relief. Good. He didn't notice. I quickly wiped away the evidence with my arm. I was worried, and when I'm worried, I do stupid things. Why? Because I'm stupid.
I wonder if I'll make friends...not that I'll be able to keep them. Besides, I'm boring, and stupid, and quiet. Ha. What's the point in a friend? Still, it would be nice to have at least one friend at Seireitei High. Just one. Maybe. I hope. Ha. Probably won't happen. I can't help but hope though....baka.
Maybe a even my first relationship...no. Never. I can't put my selfish desires before a human life.
I've already made that mistake once. Once is enough.
The man beside me grunted while he sipped the gallon of coffee, trying to keep awake. We had been on the road for about-- I inspected my watch for the millionth time-- twelve hours... Said person slammed down his coffee to rub his oily face-- wait. He has no hands on the wheel... Grumpy, he frowned at the never-ending road; he started to swear. Here it comes....
".....retarded GPS....I should just throw it out the window...hope a bird eats it and dies...so tired...they can't pay me enough to move...Aizen and his stupid ideas...I should kill him--" He muttered under his breath; looking over at me from the corner of his eye, he continued to call this "Aizen person" many colorful names. I didn't really care.
"...making me take care of this girl...wasting money....gets all the girls....hate that smart-mouthed....gods....ass hole...four-eyed-freak.." Taking care of this girl? Is "this girl" me?
He stopped ranting, picked up his coffee once again, and looked over at me, coffee still in hand. He turned sharply, facing my direction. The coffee spilled a little onto me. He studied my expression and when he found nothing out of the norm he focused his attention to the road once again.
I flinched and hissed softly as droplets of boiling coffee made contact with my bare legs. I knew I should have worn long jeans, as I glared threateningly at the opposing jean shorts. Just me and my lousy luck...
A familiar buzz caught my attention as it fine-tuned to some rock station. I craned my head to peer at my 'dad' fiddling with the radio. I sighed softly, remembering the first time I met him...the day that would condemn my fate..
Flashback~
It was 'lunchtime' which to a stranger would look like a bunch of filthy, sickly,raggedy kids scrambling around for food that was chucked at them by a sneering bulky woman. They were the oldest memories I ever had, however they were the most scarring moments that ever happened to me...so far.
It was about the time when I got elbowed in the eye and crumpled onto the floor, when I heard faint screaming and the sound of objects being tossed around.
I looked up form my spot on the floor to the ancient 'door' which was just a hole in the wall from drunk construction workers, who got in a fight...unfortunately one was maneuvering the crane and promptly smashed the offender through a wall.
A semi-good looking man burst in and scanned the orphaned children; his eyes landed on me immediately- maybe even instinctively. I cringed as his cold, gray eyes bored into mine.
"I choose her..." A dirty, untrimmed fingernail pointed in my direction ominously.
Inside, I felt like screaming.
End Flashback~
I sighed once again. Dead gray eyes slithered to me.
He snapped. "Stop tha-"
Beep! Beep!
I groaned. In union, we both craned our necks to look at the car...van driving just behind us.
No! Stop it, you slut!!
Too late....
Ami was rubbing her fake breast together and -oh god- stuffing a stick of salami between them. Where did that come from?!? She licked her glossed lips and batted her raccoon-like eyes at the man beside me.
IDIOT! You're not even in the same car as him! W-why would you want to tur-
A hand made it's way to the zipper of my jeans...
Fuck.
I checked the door. Locked. Shit. Shit. Shit.
The zipper slowly zipped down.
I could hear by heartbeat drumming erratically in my ears.
Once again. Trapped. I smiled sadly. Waiting for it to come.
Beep! Beep!
I saw a flash of white hair on the street and screamed "STOP!!!" as the car barreled down the road.
My dad snapped out of his reverie and the car immediately screeched to a stop. My head slammed onto the dashboard making a sick cracking noise.
Trying to calm my heart, I look frantically out the window feeling light-headed. I didn't see the snow-white hair anymore...I was dead. Oh, so dead.
Dead gray eyes darted to the road and found nothing. They next landed on me.
"...." My mind was too fuzzy to sat anything.
"Rukia, why did you scream stop?" he asked in a sickly sweet voice that promised death.
"...."
SLAP!
The fog in my mind cleared immediately as I felt the pain. I held my cheek with the palm of my hand eyes wide with pure fear. I waited for it to come.
"YOU BITCH!" he screamed while flailing his arms and legs toward me in a tangled mass. Grabbing. Punching. Kicking. Slapping.
I didn't make a sound. I wouldn't give him the pleasure to see me weak. I wouldn't. I can't.
Blood spewed out of my mouth as he made a hard kick to the ribs. He then grabbed a hand full of my black hair- ripping out some -and slammed my head into the dashboard.
I moaned and choked out blood.
Knock. Knock.
The onslaught of attacks halted as we both simultaneously peered out of the side window.
I silently thanked the gods for the interruption until I saw who had knocked.
Ami was knocking/banging on the window while glaring at me. She purposely pushed her breasts against the poor window. I thought it might burst. I saw her lick her lips- trying to look sexy, but failing horribly-and felt my stomach to a queezy flip flop as some of it came off on her toungue. realizing this, she tried to conceal the ruby lipstick and predented to cough. I snorted at the fakeness of it. Slowly, an aggrivated Yatsuba rolled down the the window, trying to hear what the hell she was saying. Before he could inquire what the hell she was saying, Ami plummeted him into a pool of mock worry.
"Ohhh, Yatsuba! I came to check out why you stopped. I was worried that something- she glared at me- might of happened to you!" she continued to squeal in a high-pitched voice. "I'm glad you're okay!!" Her breasts, once again, brushed- more like, squished- against the innocent window, trying to fit in the small opening. I tired, but was failing horribly, to conceal my laughter. Ami went on and on about how worried she was, blah, blah, blah...who does she think she's kidding?
Honestly, I was about to spew blood-colored puke all over the already bloody dashboard at the fakness of her almost sarcastic worry.
"Why don't we go to my car and have lunch?" Ami asked with mock innocence. "I made you a bentou!"
"We're almost there, so we'll eat later," declared Yatsuba while eying me from the corner of his vision. Seeming hungry, he licked his lips- what are you gonna eat me, you fat son-of-a-bitch?
I felt the vile rise up my throat as I gagged. I pressed my body as close to the door as physically possible, determined to get out of reach from his fat, sausage-like fingers.
I looked out the window and noticed that we were, indeed, almost at our new home. I think. Maybe. All I had to do was survive the ride, and I would home free!
Ami glared at me with distaste, pouted at Yatsuba, and strolled back to the her van behind us with a slight slouch. Her shoulders slumped and humongous ass sticking proudly in the air. Gross. Her hips were swinging so much that it seemed she might need to get surgery. I bet she already did to get them that big.
Serves her right.
Now to the task at hand....surviving the ride to our new house.
As the car started to rev up, once again, the hand returned towards me, however he grabbed my hair instead and led jerked me towards him. What the fuc-
I tensed as I saw his throbbing member. When did he...? Damn. He's quick!
He pulled me closer and closer to it.... He grinned cynically.
Surviving is gonna be so much harder said than done...
A/N: I know. I know. It sucked...and I rushed. I'm still a newbie T-T
~Snowdays
