Disclaimer: I don't own Kuro, it belongs to Yana Toboso.
Note: I wasn't originally going to publish this until later, simply because of the fact that, while it does give insight to one of the characters, it doesn't fit in with the mood I was going for. However, seeing as it's finals week, I haven't thought up anything happier, and I don't want to leave you guys with nothing, so here you go. Betty's Backstory.

Warning: contains incest and rape XP ewww

Betty's Backstory: Part 1

Mama told me father was sick, and could not be blamed for what he did. She told me the liquor made him sick, and while he was sick, demons would take over his body, which is why he couldn't remember anything that happened when he woke up. I think she told me this more to convince herself than me.

I took up my post, crouched in a far corner, making myself as small as possible, as he started yelling again. He was home early this time, the man at the pub probably kicked him out for causing trouble again. Mama was cooking dinner, and that's why he was mad. She should have had it ready before he got home he said. She was a disobedient woman, and needed to learn her place he said. I covered my ears, trying to drown out her protests, her cries for reprieve, her prayers for help from heroes that never came. As he beat her. As he raped her. As she slowly died inside.

I was six years old.

Every night was worse than the one before, and Mama took most of the abuse, the beatings, black eyes, screaming. And every time it would take just a little bit longer for her to heal, to fake a smile again, to pretend that everything was going to be okay. I never knew how bad it was until she wasn't there to protect me anymore. In a drunken rage, he beat her so badly one night that she didn't recover.

'Mama, Mama, are you okay?'
'No, Darling, Mama's not okay, not this time.'

'Mama? Can I help? I'll go get the doctor…'
'No, Darling. The doctor can't help me anymore.'

'Mama? You called me?'
 'Yes. I'm almost gone…'
 'Mama, no!'
 'Hush, Darling, hush. I have to go. I'm so sorry darling, so sorry. It's not going to get better for you. Don't cry, love, you must be strong. Don't give up like your mama did. I'll be watching over you, and I promise I'll make up for what's about to happen to you. I promise…I love you… stay strong…'
 'I love you too, Mama…'

As I wept that night, I felt that I would never smile again in my life. I would drown in these tears and the pain from my heart breaking. My mother, my only friend, was taken from me. But I had to be strong. Father was coming.

She couldn't recover. And finally, she was delivered from the pain and the horror that she had endured for what seemed like forever. But after that, I was alone to face the devil. I was seventeen.

Take it off.

Mama always told me it wasn't his fault.

I said take it off you fucking slut.

She always said it wasn't him.

He didn't even bother putting down the bottle.

She told me demons stole his body.

Bend over… I said bend, you cunt whore.

But I knew better.

Don't you dare make a fucking sound or I'll beat the noise right out of you

He didn't even try to stop; he was so adamant that it was not the liquor, that he was doing nothing wrong.

Then you can join your mother in hell, where both of you disrespectful, ungrateful harlots belong

Not when he killed Mama, and not when, finding his release gone, he started using his own daughter to relieve his sexual tension.

I am the master here! You should be groveling at my feet in gratitude for even the smallest morsel I give to you. You are mine to control, mine to do with as I please! Mine! Mine! MINE!

My father wasn't stolen by demons.

My sobs were muffled in the bed sheets, his shadow looming over me, so thick I could choke on it, and I prayed, like Mama, to Mama, for deliverance.

My father was the devil.

Sorry it's so dark guys, I promise her story gets better eventually!