"Renata, we are done having this argument. Due to your lack of respect and your rather outlandish ways, you are being sent to live with your cousins in Japan, the Nekozawa's. And that's final."
The door slammed shut so hard you could hear the rattle of the wood as it shook. A young woman with a shorn head and an eyebrow piercing just stood in the middle of her room as shock and rage began taking over. Grabbing a priceless artifact once belonging to her mother, she threw it at the door and screamed as it shattered.
"I'm glad you don't want me anymore, dad! I'm glad you want me gone!" Her face was blood red with rage as she hurriedly packed her jeans, shirts, hoodies and other items she would need to get away from the Avilov house forever.
Ever since her mother and two brothers had died in a plane crash, Rennie had changed. She used to have long flowing brown hair and a smile on her face at all times, and even got along with her often-absent father. The night they learned the news, she snapped. She locked herself in her room and shaved her hair off with clippers, courtesy of her dad's little-used bathroom.
Rennie knew things would never be okay again, and she had been right. They began losing everything they had rather quickly; first her dad had been fired, then he spent nearly all their savings on alcohol and "business trips", and then he started beating her once she got her piercing. Bruises and scars coated her body, leaving almost no skin recognizable except for her face and neck.
Now she was being banished to live with cousins she didn't even know, somewhere in Japan so that her dad could finally move on with some woman he had met in a whorehouse.
Rennie scanned the room for the one thing she always kept with her whenever she went somewhere. She found it hanging on a mannequin her mother had placed in her room for a reason she would never really know.
She picked up the black locket and looked inside. There were two pictures; on one side was her mother glowing with life, and the other her brothers after a mud fight. Tears made their way out of her eyes as she put it on.
I'm sorry.
There was a quiet knock on her door. "Come in," she choked out. It was her favorite driver, and he had tears in his eyes.
"Master Avilov has requested I drive you to the airport for your plane. The Nekozawa's have been notified and are expecting you."
Rennie nodded and grabbed her bags, only two as she didn't have much she wanted to bring. The driver, his name was Luka, quickly took them from her as he would never let her carry anything herself. She looked in his face and tried to smile.
"Thank you. And thank you for being the best driver Russia could offer." She hugged him quickly and made her way down the hall, not looking into the eyes of anyone she passed.
Her father stood waiting by the open door. He grabbed her arm as she attempted to get by him and pulled her back.
"Your mother would be sick if she saw you now, Renata," he growled.
With her eyes still pointing straight down, she replied with acid in her voice.
"Not as sick as she would be knowing you were throwing out her only daughter to marry a prostitute."
With that, she ripped his arm away and climbed into the limo, saying goodbye to the home she had been raised in.
The plane was rather empty, but Rennie didn't care. She didn't really want to be around people; they were never her strong suit. Reaching into her ratty carry-on bag, Rennie pulled out her headphones and ipod before sitting down. As she looked through her song list, there was a tap on her shoulder. Glaring up at the person, she realized it was just the stewardess. "Excuse me," the woman said, her voice hitching as she saw the glare. "I'm afraid electronics cannot be used until after the plane has taken off."
Rennie sighed and pulled out the earbuds. "My bad." She grumbled. The stewardess left then, her attention grabbed by a crying child. Running a hand through her shorn hair, Rennie leaned back and tried not to think.
She felt a weight in the seat next to her. She didn't bother to look at whomever it was disturbing her non-thoughts, but when he tapped her shoulder, she rolled her head to face the person.
"Excuse me," the man said. "I don't mean to bother you, but you look very familiar. Are you from Russia?" His voice was deep and gravely, something normal to her ears. Turning a little red, she nodded. "Uh, yeah. I was born here. My family name is Avilov. You might have heard of us, but I doubt it was anything good." The man stared for a moment before clearing his throat.
"Oh, you must be Renata. I've heard things, yes, but I never expected to see you on a plane to Japan. Are you going on a vacation?" Rennie sighed inwardly at the man's question. It was none of his business, but it's not like people wouldn't soon find out about her absence.
She shook her head. "No, I'm not. I've been kicked out of my home by my hateful father. He left me with nothing and banished me to live with cousins in Japan. Well," she smiled, "I guess it is a vacation, of the permanent kind."
Before the man could ask anything more, the captain's voice rang over the intercom and begin his usual spiel. Rennie laid her head back once more and closed her eyes, hoping to get some sleep before landing, and also maybe to deter the curious stranger.