Kagome woke the next day to the ocean breeze blowing against her face and birds chirping somewhere off in the distance. She sat upright from her resting position and her arms reached over her head, hands clasped together in a back-arching stretch.
She looked over at the clock and seen it was early in the afternoon. She didn't mean to sleep in that late but was also glad it was her day off, it gave her a chance to get some unpacking done.
As soon as she fed herself and cleaned up enough to be presentable to society she started unpacking most of her bedroom. Her books were the first thing to be taken out of their cardboard prison and shelved on her brand new bookshelf stationed at the end of her bed against the wall.
Different authors, all of different kinds of literature: poetry, mystery, suspense, crime, and even romance. Of all things, she wished her life was written on a page with a future. She sighed as she shelved the last of the books and stored the empty cardboard in the laundry room until she could get rid of it some other way.
By the time the day was done she had unpacked most of her kitchen and her bathroom. It felt more like an actual home than just a place to live.
Her interview with the new Lilac Corporation was tomorrow and she didn't want to be late especially when it meant a chance to be an employee at her most favorite job. She loved to write ever since she could handle a pen and a piece of paper. More than that she liked to sing but only one future was a possibility.
She threw a load of laundry into the washer and let a cycle run before changing it into the dryer and letting it sit there overnight. She would fold her clothes and iron her good interview clothes in the morning so she looked professional enough for a position with the fastest growing company in the world.
She pulled back the covers of her bed and threw the pillows to the ground as she undressed down to her underwear and crawled into bed. She grabbed her laptop from her side table and opened it up to reveal her last text document.
She stared at her screen for a few moments before reading the first line over and over in her head.
'He hit me'.
Her hand subconsciously flew to her cheek as she remembered back to the time Kouga first laid his hands on her, and the last. He was rough with everything, even love. He hit her the first time when she talked back to him. She knew that he had been cheating with many different women but never confronted him about it because she thought that she loved him.
It became habit that he shoved her around like she was his plaything to be used. He would say sweet nothings then his dark side would appear after one too many drinks and she would become the annual punching bag.
After she left him she had to move, change her number, change how she looked, and change everything about her that made her who she is. She took up self defense classes so that if she had to she could protect herself from everything he could use against her. It was hard at first exposing herself emotionally like that but after a while you just learn to shut everything else off.
She closed her laptop and blocked out the memories. She could feel the faint sting of tears at the corners of her eyes but refused to let them fall. She didn't love him anymore but the memories still sting like a freshly opened wound.
She pulled the covers over her body, and settled down to slumber, hoping dreams wouldn't bring another nightmare.
'You know you're nothing like the others' Kouga said as he brushed a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.
Her chocolate brown eyes looked deeply into his, exploring for sincerity, honesty, and love. Blue as the ocean but just as much rage, ferocity, and passion as a tidal wave. She was mesmerized from the first moment.
'How can you tell a river from an ocean when it all flows the same?' She implored, wondering what he meant that made her so different from the other pretty women he could have so easily.
He laughed at her boldness but it wasn't because of her boldness the way he looked at her. She felt like she was naked for him to undress with his eyes. Just another piece of meat to be had and tossed away, but she was so ready, so willing to be loved by anyone who would that she gave in to the desire and let it control her.
The sound the contact made when his fist connected with her face sent her spiraling back against the wall and slumped down to the floor half-conscious. Her hair clung to her face and around her shoulders, hiding her eyes from view.
'You know your place is beneath me.' is what he said as he grabbed her by her arms. She reached out and with her manicured nails left three long scratches in both cheeks hard enough to bleed but not hard enough to scar. It only made him more angry.
She struggled against him but he easily overpowered her. He pinned her arms so she couldn't move but she had her legs. She kicked at his shins and stomped on his feet but it only made him more enraged.
He turned her around while keeping her pinned and shoved her down to the ground. He let go of her arms and she tried to crawl away, cry for help but no one could hear her. He pulled her back and ripped off her skirt she was wearing.
She knew what was going to happen and it was what she feared the most. She needed to get away but he had her trapped like a rabbit in a cage, and he was going to do the unthinkable.
He pushed into her and she screamed louder than she would in her whole life. It hurt, worse than dying.
He made it so it would hurt.
