Here is chapter two!
As I walked down the aisle, I wondered about whether this was really the right thing to do. I know that he loves me and that I love him, but something doesn't feel quite right. I forced the thought from my mind as I continued down the aisle towards my prince charming.
My long, pink hair is up in a tight bun with strands framing my face. My beautiful, white dress swished from side to side as I kept my eyes on his. Once I reached the end of the aisle, my father gave me away. The wedding was a blur until the last moment.
"Do you take Amu Hinamori as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, all the days of your life?" The man asked.
"I do," my fiance replied.
The man then repeated the same question to me, replacing his name, and I repsonded the same. "I-I do," I choked out.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride," he said to my husband with a gigantic smile upon his kind face. He kissed me and the church filled with cheers...
I woke up, tears streaming down my face yet again. The dream was just so horrible. I should have gone with my gut and broken off the wedding, but no! I just had to believe that he loved me enough to do what he agreed to and stay with me forever.
Sadly, I was wrong to put my trust in him. I was such a foolish girl filled with idealistic dreams of my prince showing up on a white horse and carrying me off for us to life happily ever after. I thought that I would be like Cinderella in a white dress, and my prince would show up and love me forever. I guess I was wrong about that.
I looked out the window of my car and remembered that after I had driven away, I had begun to feel exhausted again and had to stop on the side of the highway, unable to drive even a minute more.
There was a sign that said there was a restaurant down the street, so I decided to go there and get myself fixed up. I arrived at the restaurant and grabbed my toothbrush from my suitcase. I quickly put it in my purse and walked inside. I asked a waitress where the restrooms were and followed her directions to the back.
I brushed my treeth, hoping that no one would enter and see me. After finishing, I dug through my purse and found my comb. I ran it through my hair, getting out the knots and smoothing it down. After that, I did my business, and washed my hands.I was about to leave, but I saw the dried streaks from my tears on my pale cheeks. My eyes were also puffy and pink. I bent by the sink and splashed my face with water. I then dried my face off quickly.
I straightened my clothes, and walked to the front again to be seated. After being seated, I waited for my waitress. After a few minutes, a young waitress wearing the assigned uniform of brown pants and a green shirt with the name of the restaurant showed up to ask for my drink.
"Hello, my name is Rukia and I will be your waitress today. What would you like to drink?" She asked cheerfully, oblivious to my anguish.
"I'll just have a water."
"Okay! I'll be back in a few minutes with that." I nodded my head in response and then turned to look out the window at the clouds. It must be great to be a cloud, just drifting through life with no worries. You can change shapes too. I watched as a cloud was first a penguin. After watching, I realized it was now Cupid. It then changed to a snowman and so on.
The waitress interrupted my cloud watching by returning with my water. "Have you had enough time to look at the menu?"
"Yes, I'd like a small yogurt." The waitress wrote down my order and left quickly.
I burried my head in my arms and stayed like that until she returned. She placed my yogurt in front of me on the table. I picked at the fruit and ate only a few small spoonfuls. I really didn't have much of an appetite anymore.
I paid the bill and just sat, considering my options of what to do. My parents are dead from an accident many years ago. I have my sister, but she lives in a small appartment and we haven't kept in touch. I would barely be more than a stranger if I attempted to stay there.
I could always go back home and ask him to take me back. I seriously don't think that I can survive without him, but I know that no matter what I do, he won't ever take me back. He marches to his own drum and doesn't care of what others think.
The man that I had known when I married just wasn't the same.
Over the ten years of our marriage, he changed bit by bit until I could no longer recognize him. It started with him bringing me flowers once a week and telling me he loved me. Slowly, that dwindled away until it was nothing but a memory. I cooked him meals and he used to compliment me on the sauce, or maybe how the vegetables were cooked, but that too died away to nothing.
He even started beating me a year after we were married...
Flashback of two years earlier. (A/N: Gotta love these things! Also, play 'Gone Too Soon' by Daughtry! I command you!)
I walked into the room while holding a small stick. I looked at him lounging on the couch with his newspaper in front of him. I looked at the stick and shouted to him with joy and excitement,"I'm pregnant." There was a minute of silence and then my husband spoke.
"Get rid of it," he said with his eyes still fixated on his newspaper.
"What?" I said, shock and bafflement clear in my voice.
"I said get rid of it. We don't need a nuisance such as a baby crawling around this house. We have enough to do as it is." I just stood there in silence for a moment.
"No," I said quietly.
"What did you say?"
"I said no. I am not getting rid of our child," I said, raising my voice. He looked up and I could see anger in his eyes.
"You are to do as I say. Now go and get rid of the thing." I backed up a few steps in fear.
"I'm not going to. I am not losing this child too."
Before I could do or say anything more, he got up from his seat, took a few steps forward, and slapped me. I pressed my hand against my cheek, feeling the burn from his hand connecting with it.
"I said get rid of it," he growled. He widened his stance threateningly.
"No! I am not going to get rid of my baby!" I yelled to him.
He suddenly lashed out at me, punching and kicking me. I tried to fight back and get him to stop, but with my small size it was no use.
After a few minutes, he stopped and just walked away while I lied on the floor, bruised and broken. He grabbed his newspaper, put on his shoes, and walked out the door, leaving me alone.
I called for an ambulance and while it was on its way I thought of what to say. As carefully as I could, I moved towards the bottom of the stairs and just lied there, crying.
I found out that I had lost the baby because of the beating. I had three broken ribs and many bruises, but none of those compared to the pain of losing my second child. I lied on the bed and mourned.
I had told the people at the hospital that I had tripped and fallen down the stairs while carrying a basket of laundry and they believed me. They never questioned that story once.
Once I had gotten home, I lied on my bed and truely grieved. My little baby was dead. The doctors told me that it was a girl. It was a baby girl I never got to hold. I couldn't protect her.
I cried because he hit me. I cried because I lost my baby. I cried because no one even cared. I cried because the man I thought I knew wasn't who he was before. I had lost Tadase.
Flashback end!
Once I realized what I had been thinking, I noticed that I was crying yet again. A tear fell from my cheek onto the table. I tried to dry them with my sleeve, but it was no use. I began to cry more. I burried my face in my hands and tried to calm down. After a moment, I had collected myself once again.
I looked around and noticed a little girl walking over. She was maybe four or five years old with green eyes and light blond hair. She was wearing a cute red dress with short, puffy sleeves, and a thin black belt around the waist. She also wore little black shoes with a no heel.
"Are you okay," she asked sweetly, giving me a small hug. Her eyes were sad and concerned.
I contemplated what to tell the child. I couldn't just say, "No, my husband killed my baby and beats me and wants a divorce," so instead I just gave her the best smile that I could manage and nodded.
"That's good. I don't like to see people cry," I looked around, wondering where the child's parents were.
"Where is your mommy," I asked the girl.
"Oh, Mommy is at home and Daddy is on a trip."
"Who are you here with then?"
"I walked here myself," she stated proudly.
"How about I walk you home then," I said, knowing it wouldn't be safe for her to go home the same way.
"Ok," she responded cheerfully.
"Are you ready?"
"Yup!"
We started walking and I let her lead the way. After about twenty minutes, we started walking down a nice heighborhood and she pointed to a mansion.
"That's my house!"
I looked at the house in shock. This is where my best friend, Utau, lives! I lost contact with her about five years ago after she had gotten married.
I looked down at the girl and said,"Is your mommy's name Utau?"
"Yeah! How did you know that," she asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.
"Utau and I used to be best friends all through high school," I said with a small smile. "What's your name?"
"My name is Amaya," she said sweetly. As she lead me up to the door, it was thrown open and all I saw was blonde hair as the person threw themself at Amaya and hugged her tightly.
"What did I say about leaving the house! I told you not to leave without Daddy or I," she yelled, obviously upset.
"Don't worry Mommy. This nice lady walked me home," she said, pointing up at me. Utau turned and looked at me, and her mouth fell open in shock.
"Amu! Oh my goodness! I haven't seen you in years! Where have you been? What have you been doing?" As she shot question after question at me, I just stood there, allowing her time to calm down. She quickly stood up and hugged me. As she pulled away, she noticed that I was crying.
"Amu, what's wrong?" Before I knew it I had fallen to my knees, sobbing loudly.
Utau just stood there for a minute, shock coloring her features. She knelt down, helped me into her house, and lead me to a couch. After a few minutes, I was able to calm down once again.
"What's wrong," Utau asked again.
"Tadase wants a divorce," I said to her, trying not to cry.
"WHAT?!" She shot up off of the couch. "He wants a freaking divorce! Why does he want a divorce?!" She yelled.
"He said... He said that he doesn't... He doesn't love me anymore," I choked out.
"What are you going to do," Utau asked gently.
"I don't know yet."
"Well, how about you stay for dinner and spend the night here since it's starting to get dark. We can talk some more in the morning."
I think that Utau realized that I don't feel like talking about it right now, and for that I'm grateful.
"Okay."
Inside I think that I'm glad that he wants a divorce, because he was always abusive after we got married. At the beginning he always apologized and said that he would never do it again, but he always did.
I never told anyone. Not Utau, not my parents, no one. No one knew about how he would beat me when he was mad, or how he killed two of my babies. Yes, he killed two.
The one that he killed while beating me when I was pregnant was my second one. The first one was a little girl. He was beating me and when he kicked my stomache as I laid on the floor, she had crept towards me, screaming for him to stop.
She was just three years old, barely old enough to talk, but he didn't have enough time to stop once she had thrown herself between us. He had kicked her head.
I immediately forgot all of my pain and was at her side.
"No! Please! Please don't leave me!" I screamed as she lied in my arms.
"Mommy, I love you," she whispered to me.
"I'm so sorry," I cried, wishing that I had done something to save her.
I should have thrown her out of the way. I should have accepted the offer for her to go to her grandparents house for a sleepover. I should have done something. But instead I had just lied there and watched, not doing anything.
I had pulled out my phone and dialed 911 afterwards. They answered on the first ring and I told them to send an ambulance. They took her in an ambulance, but said that she died before they got there.
That time I had had a broken leg, and a broken arm, but I had also had a broken heart for the first time in my life.
That day, Tadase had not only killed our little girl, but he also killed me. After that, I hardly ever left the house. I just lied at home with my broken heart, wishing to be with my daughter. I even considered suicide once, but I had vowed when I was young to never take the easy way out like that.
End of chapter 2.
Well, I think that is it for chapter two. I know, her story is extremely depressing so far. Anyway, Amaya means night rain. I couldn't figure out a better name and it sounds cute.
Wow. I wasn't expecting this to happen! I know, I'm the author, I should know what is going to happen, but I didn't.
It was a difficult decision to choose who her husband should be. I had planned on it being Ikuto, but with her husband beating her and this being an Amuto story, I couldn't do that. I then thought about a random person, but decided against it. I don't like Tadase and I have no use for him later in the story, so I decided to have him be her husband. I know that Tadase wouldn't likely beat anyone, but I had to choose someone.
I will try to update again soon. Please review!
(As before, this one was rewritten June 24th! I'm trying to do it quickly and post them so that I can post the newest chapter soon! Now, Gone Too Soon by Daughtry is one of the best songs ever. It's terribly sad, yet describes Amu situation almost perfectly with her second child! Haha! No one ever mentioned the fact that Amu left her car at the restaraunt before! She'll go get her car in the next chapter or something. I also found a song that fits for her whole entire situation! 'Wonder Woman' by Elise Estrada. She lies in her bed and doesn't want to get up, plus Tadase made her bleed and ect! It fits! He also pushes her down and everything.)