Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Summery: Kagome lives in a home that is slowly killing her. She waits for the day she will be free. Can a mysterious boy help her escape from her life and show her a better place?
Chapter Two: Him
A distant buzzing brought me out of my sleeping state. I willed my eyes open and looked around. It was still dark but the room was filled with a bluish hue from the rising sun. I looked over to my clock. Six in the morning. I had to be in school in an hour.
I threw my legs over the bed. I was really stiff and sore but I walked over to my closet, pulling off my shirt. Bruises decorated my skin and I touched them and winced. I threw the shirt to the floor and opened my closet, pulling out a fresh outfit.
I walked to the bathroom and went in, closing the door and going to the shower. Everyone else was asleep so the house was quiet. I turned on the water and undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor with my underwear. I unhinged my bra and let it fall to the floor as well.
I stepped into the tub portion of the shower, shivering as the skin of my feet touched the cold porcelain. The coolness was replaced with a hot sensation and I sighed, slipping under the stream. The water was soothing and comforting against my battered body. I ran my finger gently over my taut stomach and up my torso, to my neck. I massaged my neck and sighed again.
I wished someone else would do it. Having my own fingers do it grew tiring. I continued to let my fingers float over my skin and let out a breath slowly
I turned around, looking for the shampoo bottle. I poured a little of the shampoo on my hand and rubbed my hands together, massaging it into my hair.
The flowery aroma soothed my senses. The water created a sauna effect in the small area and I felt totally at peace. I looked down at my bruised body in disgust.
Why did I let this man hurt me?
He wasn't my father.
He had no control over me.
He didn't know me.
I grited my teeth as I thought about all the times he had laid his hands on me. All the times his big fingers grabbed me. All the times I cried. When you cry in front of someone you hate, every tear kills you inside.
Every tear burns.
I knew that. I kicked myself every time I cried. I shiver at the thought, even though the water had started to turn my skin pink. But I lie to myself.
I could see it in his eyes when he had hit me that my crying sickend him. So crying didn't hurt as much, seeing as how sickening him seemed to be the only thing I could do to bring harm to him.
I thought about it some more, but it only made my sore nose tingle. I was still tired and the hot water was putting me to sleep.
I put the temperature to freezing cold.
I stepped out of the shower, shivering. The warm air temperature from the shower was warm against my cold flesh and I sighed. I grabbed the towel and began to wipe the condensation from the mirror.
I took a good, long hard look at myself. Dark eyes, thin face and figure, and long, dark hair. I was like a bad dream.
I looked away at my clothes, bending over to pick them up. Suddenly, I buried my face in it. I don't know why. I just put my face in it and took a big whiff of my fabric softener. I closed my eyes. If I wanted to, I could have fallen asleep like that.
I reluctantly lowered the clothes and slipped into them without a sound. I walked into my room, looking briefly at my mother's room. The one she shares with the man who is not my father. The door was shut and the lights were off. They were still asleep.
I walked into my room and went to my dresser. I ran my fingers over the jewelry strewn there. I picked up a rugged-looking cross and draped it around my neck. I didn't know why I wore it.
God and I weren't on good terms.
God was a sketchy subject for me. I didn't like to talk about him and I didn't like people who tried to get me to like him. I figured if there is a god, he wouldn't let his creations suffer.
I hooked the necklace on and put on my sterling silver thumb ring on. I grabed my book bag and flick off the light, moving to the door. It was quiet in the house. It always was in the morning. I looked at the clock. It was nearing forty five past.
I made my way to the front door and I stood before it. I grabbed my house keys on the table. I reached for the door. Just as my finger tips were so close to touching the cool handle, a hand reached out from the shadows, seizing my upper arm. Suddenly, there is a breath in my ear. I caught a whiff and cringed. It smelled rancid.
"Now," he whispered into my ear. "Why would precious little Kagome be stalking around her own house?"
I turned my head slightly from the foul odor of his breath, swallowing hard, my heart beating against my chest, threatening to bust out of my chest plate.
His grip tightened around my arm and I could feel his tongue snake around and run along my ear lobe.
"Unless," he says. "She is afraid of something?"
I was unable to take anymore and I ripped myself out of his grip, grabbing the door handle, pushing it open and bolting down the porch. I expected to feel his hand reach out and grab me. But it never came. All I heard was my shoes slapping against the pavement as I ran as fast as I could, and his sick laughter behind me. The sun peeked over the trees in the quiet little suburban neighborhood stretched out before me.
I ran toward it.
To the light.
Hoping it would swallow me up and keep me safe forever.
I finally stopped a block away from my school. I hunched over and placed my hands on my knees, my chest heaving and on fire. A drop of sweat rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away. My throat was dry and my legs were weak.
I growled at myself to stand up and that is exactly what I did. I stood up and cracked my neck, slowly taking steps. I felt light as a feather walking.
The school slowly came into view and I chose that time to put on my headphones. I pressed play on the CD player and hard rock flooded my ears.
I walked past everyone, feeling the eyes of those I hate upon me. Everyone cleared the doorway as I approached and I pushed the double doors open with little effort to show off.
In that school, I was either hated or respectfully hated. The only reason I was respectfully hated was because I was the only one to embarrass this boy, Miroku, and get away with it without so much as a comment from anyone. Especially Miroku. It was pretty funny actually.
"Kagome," he said, walking up to me as I was trying to enjoy mashed potatoes, the only good thing to eat in that school. "Will you go to the winter dance with me?"
Now, I was not stupid. I knew when someone was serious and when someone was trying to be funny in front of their friends.
"Please leave." I said in absolute monotone, not taking my eyes off my potatoes. In my mind I asked; "Did someone dare you? Poor, insolent creature. Unable to think for yourself? Must justify yourself to your worthless friends by being rude? Tisk, tisk."
"Please?" he asked with face sincerity.
"Please leave." I said again. I stuck my fork deep into my mashed potatoes, thinking "Three times the charm, babe. Go ahead, I dare you. Make my day."
He made this fake puppy dog face and said again, "Please, Kagome?"
I smirked under my bangs and lifted my head, meeting his eyes. I lifted my fork out of my potatoes, bringing it up and resting my elbow on the table, the fork hovering inches in front of my face.
Then, I brought my wrist back and gave it a sharp flick, sending the potatoes into his face.
I swear, the whole cafeteria got quiet. Save me.
I was unknowingly chuckling.
"I have better things to do with my time then spend an evening at this god forsaken school. With an idiot, no less." I said, standing up. I looked down at my potatoes, which lacked a big chunk. "Aw. Look at what you've done. You made me waste perfectly good potatoes."
By this time, he had already wiped the potatoes from his eyes. He glared at me and I just smiled at him sweetly, tossing my tray at his feet, causing my unfinished milk to splatter up on his expensive clothes.
I walked out, hearing "What a bitch!" like a pathetic song from everyone.
I walked through the hall with a smirk as I remembered that little incident. It gave me undying and unwanted fame.
I reached my locker and sighed, putting in the combination. 01-24-20. I pushed up the little handle. The tiny door swung open just as the first bell rung. People started filling the halls. I pulled my headphones out of my ears and stuffed my CD player and all in my bookbag.
Suddenly, a boy appeared at the locker three lockers away from me. He studied a little slip of paper in is hands before tossing it away. He put in the combination for the locker and it swung open.
He was a little taller than me with long, silver hair and amber eyes. He dressed like me, which was odd. Very few dressed like me. He had on a black jacket over a simple t-shirt. His pants were and array of blood red zippers and chains. He wore a long, silver necklace that went about mid chest. On it was a cross, only this one was strung upside down. Its silver sparkled in the sick, florescent light.
He turned his head toward me slightly and I quickly busied myself, ruffling through my locker. I could feel his eyes on me as I crouched to pick up my lone black notebook from the floor of my locker.
Then, I REALLY felt his eyes on my and I stood up, turning around, but suddenly stopping.
There he stood in front of me, eyeing me with no expression. He then held out his hand.
"Hi. I'm Inuyasha."
