A/N: That first part was more of an introduction. Did I mention that this is my first attempt at first person? I consider myself more of a third person, um , person.
My eyes fluttered open. It was cold and dark making me wonder where I was. I should be home and in bed. I sat up and took in the surroundings. No I wasn't in bed, but I looked around and my house was far to my left . What happened? Why was I lying in the field next to my home? Then it came rushing back in a blur. Seiya. I couldn't restrain the sobs that emanated from myself.
My gaze stayed rooted on the ground several feet away before I got the courage to take note of myself. I forced my eyes to my legs which were curled beneath me. Starting at the knees I worked my way up to my thighs, they were riddled with bruises. My pink skirt had a tear in it all the way to the waist band. My lack of panties were apparent and my tears started with true abandonment.
I lifted my leaden arms off of the cold ground to survey the rest of my body. Starting at the top. I felt the huge bruise that had rendered me unconscious. It was tender and a gasp shuddered through my body. Resolutely I continued my inspection. My hands found nothing until they came to my shoulders. The two straps that should have been laying against them were missing as well. My rapist had taken two souvenirs after carefully redressing me.
I forced myself to calm down and soften my heaving sobs enough to think. Seiya was at least considerate enough to drop me off at my house. I looked down at my watch and seen that I had been knocked out for four hours. I sighed and picked myself off the ground and started towards the brick building.
The lights were still on in the living room. My dad must have known that something terrible had happened. Now he could ride to my defense and destroy Seiya for me as I had been destroyed. My legs began to hurry. Soon I was on the porch my hands trembled and it took a few try's to get the key in. Before I could the door swung open and there stood my father.
I rushed into his arms, crying of my plight. I waited a few seconds for his arms to envelope me, but they never came. I was pushed forcefully away and herded into the living room. On the couch my mother had her head bowed her black hair covering her face. I looked behind me at my father and started to explain. " Don't speak." He interjected harshly. " Seiya stopped by and told us everything"
My mind raced. What could he have said? Sorry Mr. Tsukino but I just wanted your daughter so badly? Oops I thought she was playing hard to get? But my thoughts were interrupted when my father started again.
" He told us how you stood him up tonight and what's more how he found you in a club having intercourse with a strange man in the corner of the dance floor." My dad spat angrily.
"But dad I.." I faltered, I had never been in a club in my life. But what really struck me was that my father didn't even want to hear my side at all. He just assumed I was loose all because my rapist told him so.
" Enough of your lies daughter. You said you were going to spend time with Seiya and you'd be home promptly at ten. Its one in the morning and you come back looking like a whore who's had a tough day at work. When I come back I want you out of my house." He shoved me into the recliner, turned in his heel and stormed out of the house.
I glanced at my mother hoping she would be the voice of reason and would save me from all of this madness. Instead she just sobbed. And held out a photo in her trembling manicured hand.
I grabbed it and my jaw dropped. It was a couple, indeed in a club copulating. It was dark and shadowy yet there was my trade mark hairstyle captured in mid thrust. I wanted to start crying again. My family was going crazy on me, on the night I was brutally raped, all because of a photo shopped picture. They thought so little of me as to believe that slapped together mess. If they had any sense they would see that it was only my face glued onto that of a girl with a completely different body type.
" Mamma?" I asked softly, she couldn't possibly believe this tripe.
" We have arranged for you to stay with a step - cousin. Your belongings are already packed and in the trunk of the taxi waiting out back. Here is a robe" she handed me a my pink bunny robe from the closet. I slipped it on and let her lead me through the kitchen and down the back porch. I was dumb founded. She opened the back seat door and pushed me in.
" Her name is Mina. We believe she will make a most suitable companion given your new tastes." She said tears streaked her face. " I wouldn't recommended coming back any time soon seeing the state your father is in." and with that the door was slammed in my face without a single "I love you" or "good bye". The taxi started off and I was left watching my mother make her way back to the house. A house that was growing tinier and tinier by the second.