Second chapter. I am so sorry it took over a week to update but I'm sick again and it's the end of the school-year for me so I'm busy. And I'm quite glad to see that people haven't criticized my fic. :D And I'm glad to see reviewers from my other fics are reading this fic, too. Thank you! So here's the next chapter. [:
Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara! Peach-Pit does.
He swiftly yet calmly ran his hand against the bumps, bruises and bandaged cuts.
"U-uh.. Tsukiyomi-kun?"
"Yes?"
"W-what are you--"
"I'm curious."
He ran his finger up her arm to her shoulder, collarbone, neck, chin, and rested his finger-tip on her lip. He came in closer to her face, leaning across the hospital bed and their lips pressed together.
Amu sat frozen on the bed, as if she couldn't move. She of course hadn't returned the kiss to a stranger, but then she felt something wet and soft touch her lips. That was when she pulled away.
She stammered, completely unaware of what to say. The navy-haired boy sitting beside her had pinned her hands to the bed and smirked. He was being innocent, joking. He knew her pain. But he couldn't handle him self, he was a teenage-boy after all.
"W-what do you want?" She began to shake in fear.
He slowly began to lick a bruise that covered her shoulder.
She absolutely refused to moan, but slowly she began to feel a pulse in her lower-region. "S-Stop it!" She finally screamed and pushed him off with all her power.
"Amu," he whispered in her ear lovingly, "I promise to save you." He certainly had his own ways of doing things.
Amu blushed. He called her directly...with such intimacy. "W-what do you mean... 'Save me'?"
He pulled away and let her go. With another expressionless look, he got up and walked for the door.
"W-wait!" she called.
He turned to look at her. It was a pity that she had to live through such agony. Such pain. He turned back and walked onward and bumped into a tall man. The man he saw the day before.
Amu's father.
A few days ago, when Amu was being verbally attacked by her father a neighbor had heard her screams and called the police. That neighbor was Ikuto and his Mother.
{Flashback: Ikuto's POV}
My mother and I helplessly knocked at the door. We heard screams, we were terrified for the poor girl who lived here. I always kept watch of her in the shadows. Trying to think of ways to protect her.
My whole family knew about the abusment inflicted on Amu. But we didn't want to get involved. I didn't know how to save her either.
But after hearing all these pitiful cries from the girl, and seeing such torture he inflicted on her when we finally called the police...I was convinced to save her. No matter what.
Again, such as before...Her father got his way out and had used many, many excuses. I don't know how he does it...How he gets away with such enactments. It sickens me.
Seeing Amu cut up and bleeding on the cot, being carried away...I was through. I would help her if it costed my life. I was the only one to ever care.
{Flashback: End POV}
"D..Daddy!" Amu called in a surprised tone.
Ikuto turned back to look at them, she looked innocent...But afraid when she saw him. He continued forward.
Mr. Hinamori glared at his daughter. "You sicken me," he stated.
"I..I know... I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you."
He grabbed her arm fiercely and turned her arm in a ruff manner to reveal the deep scares. It was astonishing how he had never noticed them when revealing his daughters body to yet again tarnish it.
"Daddy, I'm sorry! I'm truly sorry! I love you, I'll never do it again, I promise!" She begged for mercy in a quiet tone.
He let go, leaving even more marks. He gave her another death glare as if he would kill her.
"Daddy," she cried with tears streaming down her face.
"Don't call me that." He said.
She cried more and he refrained from smacking her to quiet her. They were in a hospital, and if he did anything he'd be in trouble...
. . . {Half an Hour Later: Amu's POV} . . .
..Why? Why didn't they disown me back then? Why do they both hate me so much…?
When Daddy first stole my virginity I felt like I had done something wrong with being born into this world. It felt like I was being torn into pieces, he was ruff and didn't wait. He hurt me terribly.
He never was safe either. I got my period once last year and he kept me home from school that week...And what he did to me...
He tied me to a chair entirely naked. Whenever he saw blood leak, he would pull at my hair and punch me in the back really hard, he would
But ever since...I haven't gotten my period again. Maybe my body is just too scared to get it again? I'm not sure…
A nurse finally had walked into the hospital-room. It's already night-time. I pray for her to say that I will be spending the night, maybe a few days.
But she doesn't. She says I'm good to go. I try to hide a painful and twisted expression. Daddy will inflict even worse pain if I show any sign of discomfort.
I nod and smile lightly.
"Make sure you heal, okay?" She says in a sweet-tone.
She seems like a nice person, but she doesn't care. She doesn't ask. I can tell from the look in her eyes. She feels no pity toward me. I hate her.
When Daddy and I get to the car, he smacks me and I give a small whimper, low enough only for me to hear. He turns on the music loud while he screams at me...As to not gain attention.
I become frail and scared again. If only that boy were here...I wonder why I didn't feel so frail against his touch?
...Much awaits me when we arrive home.
{Later when they arrive home: Still Amu's POV}
I lie half unconscious on the ruff bed in pain. My whole bruised and cut body is showing. He's doing it again... I bit down on my lip to hide the pain.
He prefers when I go along with it, he likes when I pretend to enjoy it. But he knows I'm being caused pain and not pleasure. He knows.
He doesn't kiss me like lovers would. Why? He has his reasons.
He pulls out and forcefully shoves back in... Something is pouring out of me. I think its blood, but who am I to care? I've become used to the pain so far.
I give a fake moan and gasp to entice him. Otherwise things will get worse.
"A-Amu," he says my name as if I am mother.
Once upon a time, I had a Mommy and Daddy. They loved each other, and me. Until that day...Things had changed...
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