Miroku's prov:

What's wrong with her? She's never this affectionate! I tightened my grip around her. "What's wrong?" I asked softly. Sango wiped her face before she looked up at me. "Nothing, I'm okay!" she answered trying to put on a fake smile.

I searched her eyes for any sign of fear. I finally found it. "Sango you're not alright! Please tell me what's wrong?" I asked again. She sighed "I'm okay!" she said again. I sighed in frustration and let her go. Sango shut her locker door and started to walk towards her first class. I watched her walk and noticed her trying not to limp. Sango stopped walking for a second then started walking again. I shook my head in sadness as I watched her walk into her class.

At lunch I watched her cringe as she sat and she looked like she was trying to compress a whimper. She laid her head down on her folded arms and closed her eyes. So I walked over to the table and sat next to her. I rested my chin on her arm.

She opened her eyes and looked at me with those sadden brown eyes. "My dear Sango you're not okay!" I said softly then kissed her forehead. I stood up and looked down at her and she looked up at me. "Come on!" I said holding out my hand towards her. She lifted up her head and looked at me confused.

"Where are we going?" she asked. "We're skipping school! And don't fight me about this you need this more than I do!" I answered with a smile. She nodded and stood up and cringed with pain again. Sango took my hand and I led her out of the school to my car. We got in and I noticed her almost whimper in pain when she sat in the car. I cringed and got in the other side and drove away. I stopped in front of my house.

Once we were in the house Sango set carefully on the sofa. "Okay tell me what's wrong? Did he hit you again?" I asked concerned as I sat next to her. "Yes and mom threw a glass at me this morning!" she answered lifting her hair up to show me the welt forming at her hair line. I lightly touched it and she winced. "Sorry!" I said as I took my hand away.

"Did he do anything to you?" I asked. "N-no I-I'm okay!" she answered a bit too shaky. "Okay then why are you limping and cringe when you sit?" I asked. "It's nothing. I'm okay!" she repeated what she always says when someone asks about her bruises or cuts on her.

"Sango stop saying that you're not okay!" I almost shouted in frustration as I stood up and paced in front of her. Grunting and moaning in anger. Sango looked down at her feet. I stopped pacing and looked at her. I kneeled in front of her grabbing her hands.

"Please tell me what happened to you?" I asked in a pleading voice. Sango looked me in the eye and fell apart. Tears streamed down her cheeks. I placed my right hand on her cheek and wiped a tear away with my thumb. "Miroku…I can't tell you! You won't want me if I tell you!" she said in a shaky voice. "That's not possible! Don't you know by now that I love you?" I responded as I kissed her hand.

"You love me?" she asked in shock. "Yes very much so! Why do you think I care so much?" I smiled at her. "Miroku…I'm fine…you don't need to worry!" she whispered. "Sango what did they do to you?" I asked again. "Please!" I pleaded again. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"My stepdad touches me…and…" she answered quietly hoping I wouldn't hear, but I did. I looked at her; my eyes changed to on icy blue for a second and I squeezed her hand. He does what? "What? For how long has this been going on?" I asked.

"Since the year after my mom married him!" she answered looking down. "What how old were you?" I asked. "Almost fourteen." She answered almost in a whisper. I got up and sat next to her, and pulled her into my arms and held her. She rested her head against my chest.

We sat that way for a few minutes. "Miroku…he…raped me last night." she said very quietly as she stared at the floor not really looking at anything particularly. Is that why she is in so much pain? That bastard I'll kill him. I tighten my grip around her. He raped her? I kept asking myself. She is trembling now. I looked down and saw her frightened face still staring at the floor. My Sango is being abused like that? Why didn't I notice?

Sango's prov:

I felt him tighten his grip around me when I told him what he did. I couldn't stop my trembling. What if he is disgusted by me and might leave me now. Oh god I can't let him leave me I'll die if I don't have him. "Sango…" I heard him call my name.

I looked up at him. "Yes?" I asked trying to control the trembling. "I can't let you go back to that house. Please just stay here with me? Kohaku can stay too!" he said with panic in his eyes.

"No I can't he'll find us and I don't want you involved with this mess. It's my mess!" I answered. I can't let him get in this mess.