"No! Please stop!" she screamed at me.
"Shut up, bitch!" I yelled at her as I smacked her in the face.
'Run, Mimi! Get out of here!' my mind screamed as I watched helplesly. God, I wanted all of this to stop, but I didn't have control of my actions. My body was being controled.
"No more, Matt, please!" she cried. Tears started to roll down her cheeks.
I got on top of her and started to choke her. Anger and hate in my eyes.
"How many times do I have to tell you." I yelled "that you're to call me Mr.Ishida, not Matt or Yamato.
I tightened my grip around her neck and whispered "Now, Tachikawa, what's my name?"
"Mr. Ishida." she whispered.
"What is my name, Tachikawa?!" I yelled louder this time.
"Mr. Ishida." she said as loud as she could.
"Louder, Tachikawa! I can't hear you nor the walls!"
"Well how do you expect me to yell if you're choking me."
"How dare you answer me!" I said as I removed my hands from her neck.
Mimi coughed.
"Now you're gonna get it!" the adult version of me said.
'Oh God, no!' my mind yelled.
The adult version of me took of his belt and wrapped it around the adult version of Mimi's wrists. He opened Mimi's legs in form of a V. He then lowered his pants and boxers. After doing so, he lowered Mimi's panties and started to fuck her. I saw myself push my penis as deep as I could into Mimi's vagina, hurting her.
"M-Mr. Ishida, please stop...you're hurting me..." she pleaded.
I moaned and panted as fresh tears started to roll down Mimi's face.
"Oh, come on, Mimi." I said as I removed my manhood from her orgasm, "You like it when I screw you. Don't deny it."
The adult version of me panted for a few seconds before pushing his penis once again into her orgasm.
This continued several hours until the adult version of me, finally satisfied, pulled his boxers and pants back up again. After doing so, he pulled Mimi's panties up again and untied her. He put the belt aside.
The adult version of Mimi was still conscious, though. Mimi cried again.
"Stop crying, you're going to give me a headache." I whispered.
But Mimi couldn't stop crying.
"I said, shut up!" I yelled at her as I slapped her and hit her over and ov er as new bruises started to form while the ones that were already there started to open up again.
Mimi cried and pleaded for him to stop, but it only made matters worse.
Finally she stopped crying as she lay motionless.
"Mimi?" the adult version of me asked as he shook her.
"Mimi? Tachikawa, you bitch, wake up!"
He checked for her pulse only to find that there wasn't any.
"Oh, no!" No! No!" he screamed over and over.
"No!"
"No, Mimi!" I screamed as I finally woke up, panting. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed. I buried my face in my hands.
"Mimi...Mimi I'm so sorry...forgive me, please."
"Matt."
I jumped surprised and wiped my tears quickly.
"Matt, are you ok?"
"I'm fine, T.K.."
"Matt," said my brother as he stood up from his futon and sat on my bed.
"Are you crying?"
"No." I said "No of course not."
"Don't lie to me, Matt. I heard your sobs."
"T.K., I'll be alright, really."
T.K. pulled me into a tight hug and buried his face in my shoulder. I did the same as I continued to sob.
"Are you boys alright?!" my father asked as he opened the door.
T.K. realeased me and turned to look at dad. "Everything's fine, dad."
Thankfully though, it was dark and dad couldn't see my tear stained face.
Dad sighed, "What a relief, I thought something bad had happened to the both of you. Well, good night boys."
"Good night, dad." said T.K.
Dad closed the door and T.K. turned back to look at me.
"T.K., could you...sleep with me tonight...please?" I whispered as I sniffled.
"If it will help." he whispered bak.
"Of course it will, T.K." I said "It will be just like old times, remember?"
"Of course I remember." he said as he took me in his arms once more, and then "I wish we where a family again. I miss you, Matt."
"I miss you too, T.K.."
I let the warm water soak me. I had woken up at about 3:30 in the afternoon to find that Dad and T.K. weren't home. As the warm water ran down my body, I thought why I kept having the nightmare over and over again.
'Maybe it's not a nightmare. Maybe it's a vision, a warning, a sign of what's to come in the future.' I heard a voice in my head say.
"No." I said out loud "It can't be. I've never hurt Mimi nor could I...I love her."
'But things, time and people change, Matt.'
"Maybe so. But my love for Mimi would never change."
I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. Taking a towel, I wrapped it around my waist and walked out of the bathroom and into my room to change.
After I changed, I laid down on my bed and looked at the ceiling, thinking of what the voice in my head had said. Maybe it was right. Maybe it was a warning. After all, when dreams become repetitive it means that something is going to happen. Right? I sighed and took the picture of Mimi and I and caressed the image of her like I had done last night.
"Mimi...oh Mimi..." I whispered as tears welled up in my eyes.
I rang the doorbell of Mimi's apartment. After two hours of thinking, I had finally found an answer. And based on that answer, I knew what I had to do.
The door finally opened and Mimi's mother stood there; her eyes looking very tired. After Mimi's parents divorced, Mimi's mom and Mimi moved back to Japan while Mr.Tachikawa stayed in New York. I felt bad for Mimi's mom. Being a single parent wasn't easy. And Mimi, she had to get used to not having her father 24/7.
"Uh, hi. Is Mimi home?" I asked nervously.
She smiled and said "Why yes, she is. She's in her room."
She opened the door wider allowing me to come in. I sat on the door step and took off my shoes. I didn't bother to put on some slippers.
I walked down the hall and remembered that I had thought a long time ago that her room was pink. But little did I know, the color of her room is white.
I knocked on her bedroom door. As I waited, I reminded myself that this was for Mimi's own good. I sighed. I didn't want to do this.
"Come, in." I heard her say. Her beautiful melodic voice crushing my heart.
'Remember, Matt, this is for Mimi's safety and happiness. You can't lose your composure now.'
I swallowed the lump on my throat and blinked back the tears.
I opened the door and saw Mimi lying on her bed reading the English textbook. It made me remember the day that I had found out that Mimi was now going to be in the eight grade class A with Sora. Mimi then told me that it was because when she moved to America they had skipped her a grade. I remember how happy that had made me. How I had twirled her around and told her that she was a very smart and special girl.
Mimi had her legs up, crossed; while her elbows rested on the soft fabric of her bed sheet, her hands on her face and her back towards me. She didn't turn around. She must have thought I was her mom.
I cleared my throat "Good evening, Mimi."
Mimi immediately turned around and dropped the position she was in. She got off the bed and walked towards me "Matt, what are you doing here?" she said as she was about to wrap her arms around me, only to be pushed away.
"Matt, what's wrong?" she asked as her face grew serious.
"Mimi...I came here...to tell you that..."
"...that?"
"That it's over, Mimi."
Mimi's eyes widened "Over? What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"I mean, our relationship, Mimi."
I swallowed the lump on my throat. I wanted to cry. I wanted to take Mimi in my arms and tell her any sorry excuse of not meaning what I had just said. I wanted to touch her, kiss her, caress her...
"Why, Matt? What did I do? Tell me. Tell me so I can change."
"You didn't do anything, Mimi. I just..."
I closed my eyes as I looked away.
"You just...?"
"I just...don't love you anymore."
"No." Mimi said as she shook her head and slowly backed away from me until she tripped with the edge of the bed and sat down. A blank look on her face as her world and mine came crashing down. "No. No. No. No! No! No! No!!" Tears started to form in her eyes. Those beautiful chocolate brown eyes didn't deserve to become red and puffy.
"Mimi," I said as I turned to leave "don't change. You're a special girl."
"No!!" Mimi screamed as she ran towards me and grabbed my shirt, her knuckles turning white. "What about last night?! Didn't last night mean anything to you?! You said I was your girl!"
I removed her hands from my shirt. Her eyes had hope, love, confusion, anger, and other mixed emotions "No, Mimi. It didn't mean anything."
I felt the sting of Mimi's slap on my cheek as my head titled to the side.
Mimi's tears streamed down her cheek furiously. "Get out." she whispered.
I opened the door and got out of her room, closing it with a soft click.
I walked down the hall slowly and into the front step of the apartment. I sat down and put on my shoes.
I opened the door slowly, looking down. I removed my shoes and walked into my room. Thankfully, my dad nor my brother where home. I threw myself on my bed and took the picture of Mimi and I. I felt a whimper as tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks and sobs shook my body uncontrollably. I had never cried like that. Not even when T.K. and I where separated because of our parents' divorce. "Mimi...forgive me. I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world." I whispered as I sobbed. I put the picture back on my night stand, only this time, I put it face down.
I woke up at about 7:00 in the evening. I had fallen asleep. I sniffled and wiped away the tears that where marked on my cheeks. I got up from my bed groggily and as I did so, everything that had happened that afternoon came crashing back. I felt a lump on my dry throat and tears started to form in my eyes. I walked out of my bedroom and went to the kitchen. I needed some water. I opened the refrigerator door and sniffled again as a sob shook my body. I looked for some water, only to find that there wasn't any, nor there was any juice or milk. I sighed. The only thing that there was left for drinking where dad's bottles or whisky. I didn't have any other choice. I wouldn't serve myself water from the sink, that was for sure. I took one of the bottles and closed the refrigerator door. This. This was what made me hurt Mimi. But, at that moment, I didn't care. I was thirsty, depressed, desperate. Hell, I didn't care if I became a drunk-ass bastard. Mimi wouldn't be there to see me. She would be in the arms of Another. Another who would never and could never hurt her. I went back to my bedroom and sat on my bed. I opened the bottle and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes tightly as I drank that hard content. I swallowed and removed the bottle from my lips. I didn't like it. I didn't like it but I drank the whole bottle that night. After I had finished, I dizzily got up from my bed; bottle in hand. I walked over to the closet. I opened the door and hid the bottle where no one could see it. Satisfied, I closed the door and walked to my bed, where I collapsed into a deep slumber. Hell had begun.
Note: In the beginning of the story, Matt is narrating from what he sees in the body of his adult self. That's why he couldn't control his actions. If you're still in doubt, please e-mail me at sohoryuazukalanghasly@hotmail.com
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"Shut up, bitch!" I yelled at her as I smacked her in the face.
'Run, Mimi! Get out of here!' my mind screamed as I watched helplesly. God, I wanted all of this to stop, but I didn't have control of my actions. My body was being controled.
"No more, Matt, please!" she cried. Tears started to roll down her cheeks.
I got on top of her and started to choke her. Anger and hate in my eyes.
"How many times do I have to tell you." I yelled "that you're to call me Mr.Ishida, not Matt or Yamato.
I tightened my grip around her neck and whispered "Now, Tachikawa, what's my name?"
"Mr. Ishida." she whispered.
"What is my name, Tachikawa?!" I yelled louder this time.
"Mr. Ishida." she said as loud as she could.
"Louder, Tachikawa! I can't hear you nor the walls!"
"Well how do you expect me to yell if you're choking me."
"How dare you answer me!" I said as I removed my hands from her neck.
Mimi coughed.
"Now you're gonna get it!" the adult version of me said.
'Oh God, no!' my mind yelled.
The adult version of me took of his belt and wrapped it around the adult version of Mimi's wrists. He opened Mimi's legs in form of a V. He then lowered his pants and boxers. After doing so, he lowered Mimi's panties and started to fuck her. I saw myself push my penis as deep as I could into Mimi's vagina, hurting her.
"M-Mr. Ishida, please stop...you're hurting me..." she pleaded.
I moaned and panted as fresh tears started to roll down Mimi's face.
"Oh, come on, Mimi." I said as I removed my manhood from her orgasm, "You like it when I screw you. Don't deny it."
The adult version of me panted for a few seconds before pushing his penis once again into her orgasm.
This continued several hours until the adult version of me, finally satisfied, pulled his boxers and pants back up again. After doing so, he pulled Mimi's panties up again and untied her. He put the belt aside.
The adult version of Mimi was still conscious, though. Mimi cried again.
"Stop crying, you're going to give me a headache." I whispered.
But Mimi couldn't stop crying.
"I said, shut up!" I yelled at her as I slapped her and hit her over and ov er as new bruises started to form while the ones that were already there started to open up again.
Mimi cried and pleaded for him to stop, but it only made matters worse.
Finally she stopped crying as she lay motionless.
"Mimi?" the adult version of me asked as he shook her.
"Mimi? Tachikawa, you bitch, wake up!"
He checked for her pulse only to find that there wasn't any.
"Oh, no!" No! No!" he screamed over and over.
"No!"
"No, Mimi!" I screamed as I finally woke up, panting. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed. I buried my face in my hands.
"Mimi...Mimi I'm so sorry...forgive me, please."
"Matt."
I jumped surprised and wiped my tears quickly.
"Matt, are you ok?"
"I'm fine, T.K.."
"Matt," said my brother as he stood up from his futon and sat on my bed.
"Are you crying?"
"No." I said "No of course not."
"Don't lie to me, Matt. I heard your sobs."
"T.K., I'll be alright, really."
T.K. pulled me into a tight hug and buried his face in my shoulder. I did the same as I continued to sob.
"Are you boys alright?!" my father asked as he opened the door.
T.K. realeased me and turned to look at dad. "Everything's fine, dad."
Thankfully though, it was dark and dad couldn't see my tear stained face.
Dad sighed, "What a relief, I thought something bad had happened to the both of you. Well, good night boys."
"Good night, dad." said T.K.
Dad closed the door and T.K. turned back to look at me.
"T.K., could you...sleep with me tonight...please?" I whispered as I sniffled.
"If it will help." he whispered bak.
"Of course it will, T.K." I said "It will be just like old times, remember?"
"Of course I remember." he said as he took me in his arms once more, and then "I wish we where a family again. I miss you, Matt."
"I miss you too, T.K.."
I let the warm water soak me. I had woken up at about 3:30 in the afternoon to find that Dad and T.K. weren't home. As the warm water ran down my body, I thought why I kept having the nightmare over and over again.
'Maybe it's not a nightmare. Maybe it's a vision, a warning, a sign of what's to come in the future.' I heard a voice in my head say.
"No." I said out loud "It can't be. I've never hurt Mimi nor could I...I love her."
'But things, time and people change, Matt.'
"Maybe so. But my love for Mimi would never change."
I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. Taking a towel, I wrapped it around my waist and walked out of the bathroom and into my room to change.
After I changed, I laid down on my bed and looked at the ceiling, thinking of what the voice in my head had said. Maybe it was right. Maybe it was a warning. After all, when dreams become repetitive it means that something is going to happen. Right? I sighed and took the picture of Mimi and I and caressed the image of her like I had done last night.
"Mimi...oh Mimi..." I whispered as tears welled up in my eyes.
I rang the doorbell of Mimi's apartment. After two hours of thinking, I had finally found an answer. And based on that answer, I knew what I had to do.
The door finally opened and Mimi's mother stood there; her eyes looking very tired. After Mimi's parents divorced, Mimi's mom and Mimi moved back to Japan while Mr.Tachikawa stayed in New York. I felt bad for Mimi's mom. Being a single parent wasn't easy. And Mimi, she had to get used to not having her father 24/7.
"Uh, hi. Is Mimi home?" I asked nervously.
She smiled and said "Why yes, she is. She's in her room."
She opened the door wider allowing me to come in. I sat on the door step and took off my shoes. I didn't bother to put on some slippers.
I walked down the hall and remembered that I had thought a long time ago that her room was pink. But little did I know, the color of her room is white.
I knocked on her bedroom door. As I waited, I reminded myself that this was for Mimi's own good. I sighed. I didn't want to do this.
"Come, in." I heard her say. Her beautiful melodic voice crushing my heart.
'Remember, Matt, this is for Mimi's safety and happiness. You can't lose your composure now.'
I swallowed the lump on my throat and blinked back the tears.
I opened the door and saw Mimi lying on her bed reading the English textbook. It made me remember the day that I had found out that Mimi was now going to be in the eight grade class A with Sora. Mimi then told me that it was because when she moved to America they had skipped her a grade. I remember how happy that had made me. How I had twirled her around and told her that she was a very smart and special girl.
Mimi had her legs up, crossed; while her elbows rested on the soft fabric of her bed sheet, her hands on her face and her back towards me. She didn't turn around. She must have thought I was her mom.
I cleared my throat "Good evening, Mimi."
Mimi immediately turned around and dropped the position she was in. She got off the bed and walked towards me "Matt, what are you doing here?" she said as she was about to wrap her arms around me, only to be pushed away.
"Matt, what's wrong?" she asked as her face grew serious.
"Mimi...I came here...to tell you that..."
"...that?"
"That it's over, Mimi."
Mimi's eyes widened "Over? What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"I mean, our relationship, Mimi."
I swallowed the lump on my throat. I wanted to cry. I wanted to take Mimi in my arms and tell her any sorry excuse of not meaning what I had just said. I wanted to touch her, kiss her, caress her...
"Why, Matt? What did I do? Tell me. Tell me so I can change."
"You didn't do anything, Mimi. I just..."
I closed my eyes as I looked away.
"You just...?"
"I just...don't love you anymore."
"No." Mimi said as she shook her head and slowly backed away from me until she tripped with the edge of the bed and sat down. A blank look on her face as her world and mine came crashing down. "No. No. No. No! No! No! No!!" Tears started to form in her eyes. Those beautiful chocolate brown eyes didn't deserve to become red and puffy.
"Mimi," I said as I turned to leave "don't change. You're a special girl."
"No!!" Mimi screamed as she ran towards me and grabbed my shirt, her knuckles turning white. "What about last night?! Didn't last night mean anything to you?! You said I was your girl!"
I removed her hands from my shirt. Her eyes had hope, love, confusion, anger, and other mixed emotions "No, Mimi. It didn't mean anything."
I felt the sting of Mimi's slap on my cheek as my head titled to the side.
Mimi's tears streamed down her cheek furiously. "Get out." she whispered.
I opened the door and got out of her room, closing it with a soft click.
I walked down the hall slowly and into the front step of the apartment. I sat down and put on my shoes.
I opened the door slowly, looking down. I removed my shoes and walked into my room. Thankfully, my dad nor my brother where home. I threw myself on my bed and took the picture of Mimi and I. I felt a whimper as tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks and sobs shook my body uncontrollably. I had never cried like that. Not even when T.K. and I where separated because of our parents' divorce. "Mimi...forgive me. I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world." I whispered as I sobbed. I put the picture back on my night stand, only this time, I put it face down.
I woke up at about 7:00 in the evening. I had fallen asleep. I sniffled and wiped away the tears that where marked on my cheeks. I got up from my bed groggily and as I did so, everything that had happened that afternoon came crashing back. I felt a lump on my dry throat and tears started to form in my eyes. I walked out of my bedroom and went to the kitchen. I needed some water. I opened the refrigerator door and sniffled again as a sob shook my body. I looked for some water, only to find that there wasn't any, nor there was any juice or milk. I sighed. The only thing that there was left for drinking where dad's bottles or whisky. I didn't have any other choice. I wouldn't serve myself water from the sink, that was for sure. I took one of the bottles and closed the refrigerator door. This. This was what made me hurt Mimi. But, at that moment, I didn't care. I was thirsty, depressed, desperate. Hell, I didn't care if I became a drunk-ass bastard. Mimi wouldn't be there to see me. She would be in the arms of Another. Another who would never and could never hurt her. I went back to my bedroom and sat on my bed. I opened the bottle and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes tightly as I drank that hard content. I swallowed and removed the bottle from my lips. I didn't like it. I didn't like it but I drank the whole bottle that night. After I had finished, I dizzily got up from my bed; bottle in hand. I walked over to the closet. I opened the door and hid the bottle where no one could see it. Satisfied, I closed the door and walked to my bed, where I collapsed into a deep slumber. Hell had begun.
Note: In the beginning of the story, Matt is narrating from what he sees in the body of his adult self. That's why he couldn't control his actions. If you're still in doubt, please e-mail me at sohoryuazukalanghasly@hotmail.com
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