3 - Kicked out

By the time Michiru finally got home, it was already getting dark outside. She put her keys on the table next to the door, and went directly upstairs to her room. She put down her diploma on the desk, threw her shows off her feet, and laid down on her bed.

It was over, finally. She had graduated from high school. She had received her diploma that afternoon, with no one among the huge audience to cheer for her.

Her mother wasn't there. That didn't surprise her. Neither was her mother's husband. She was glad for that one.

She had got herself a summer job, just to get out of the house and avoid being around that man more that absolutely necessary, and then she'll be out of this house, hopefully for good. She couldn't wait...

The sound of her door opening brought her back to the real world. She looked up, half surprised but half expecting her mother standing there with some lame excuse for not being there at her graduation.

But she was alarmed to find Yuuta Asuke, her mother's sorry excuse of a husband, standing on her bedroom door, staring at her with those cold black eyes of his.

"What do you want?" she asked, not really caring if she was being impolite. She was just not in the mood to play the perfect little princess. Specially not for him.

"Why the bad mood, little bird?" he asked, stepping inside the room. Michiru hated it when he called her that. Somehow he always managed to make it sound... dirty "I just came to see you"

"Stay out of my room!" she exclaimed, getting out of the bed and walking to him, willing to kick him out if necessary "Get out!" she yelled.

"That's not how a pretty young lady like yourself should address to her loving father, now is it?" He said, one hand going up to caress her cheek.

But she jerked away, slapping his hand and stepping away "You're not my father" she told him, feeling all the anger towards that man building up inside of her. What ever did her mother see on this disgusting man?

"So I'm not" he answered, getting closer again. "Looks like we're all alone, little bird, lucky me" he whispered, taking both her wrists in his hands rather strongly "Now we're gonna have some fun together"

And with those words, he pushed her down on the bed, putting himself on top of her, and pinning her down.

"Get off me!" she screamed, panic replacing her anger. She had to get away from him, she had to!

He moved against her, grabbing both her hands in one of his own, while the other started running its way down Michiru's neck. At the cold and disgusting contact, she screamed again, more desperate this time, and started moving wildly, trying to get free from Yuuta's strong grip.

When her cheek started to burn and her face suddenly jerked to the side, she realized he just slapped her, and something inside her told her he wasn't going to stop, no matter how much she scream or plead.

"Shut up you little bitch!" he barked "It's time to learn how to really treat a man"

"No!" she screamed again "Get off me! Leave me alone!"

He laughed at that, and the sound alone made her blood freez.

"Why so scared, little bird? Don't tell me a beauty like you is still a virgin? I mean, come one, you can't really say you don't like men" he said, his hand on her neck now chocking her, the other crawling up her legs, going under her dress "before you actually been with one, now can you? Or is that is? You've just never been with a real man"

Tears formed in her eyes, and she was having trouble breathing with him choking her, and for a moment she wished he would press hard enough to just kill her.

"Is that it, little bird?" he asked "Have you ever been with a real man before?"

"You're not a man, you monster!" she managed to say, moving her legs desperately, trying to get away.

The dark look on his eyes and the twisted smiled on those lips told her there was no way out. He put a little more pressure on her neck, while he rudely grabbed one breast with his free hand, and Michiru cried a scream out.

God, no, please, she prayed.

And then he stopped. The movement was so sudden, that she just stood there, laying on the bed, watching him tearing apart his shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and messing his hair, giving himself a wild look.

He gave her a sinister smile, at the same time that her mother's form appeared on her bedroom door with a questioning look upon her face.

"What's going on here?" she asked, looking at her husband's ruined shirt and her daughter laying on the bed, dress rolled up to her waist, showing off her legs and her white panties.

"That little bitch you call your daughter, that's what's going on!" Yuuta scream, pointing an accusing finger towards Michiru.

Here eyes went wide "What?" she managed to say. She pulled her dress down and got out of the bed, looking at her mother "Mom! He just tried to..."

"Shut up!" her mother screamed to her, hate written all over her face "I don't want your stupid excuses! I tried to deny it, I tried to tell myself it wasn't true, but this? How could you!"

"What are you talking about?" Michiru asked, now confused and scared. What was her mother talking about? "He just tried to rape me!" she screamed.

"Oh, please!" her mother said "He's been telling me for months now how you're always hitting on him, you little whore! I didn't want to believe it, with you're whole 'I like girls' act and all. But now I know it was just that, an act! To cover your sinful behavior! You little ungrateful slut! He's my husband!"

What the hell? Michiru asked herself. She just couldn't believe what she just heard. It wasn't an act! It's not an act! She screamed in her mind. But she just couldn't scream out loud.

"I told you she was nothing but trouble" Yuuta said looking with innocent, regretful eyes at his wife "I'm sorry it had to come to this for you to believe it..."

"Please leave us" her mother said "I need to talk to Michiru alone"

Yuuta took his wife's hand and kissed it, before walking to the door. But before he disappeared on the hallway, he gave Michiru one last smile. A sick, twisted smile that made her shiver.

"Mom, please, you have to believe me..." she said, her voice a trembling whisper.

"Shut up, I said I don't want to hear it" her mother told her with an angry voice, while walking to her wardrobe and opening the doors. She started throwing Michiru's clothes to the floor in an angry manner, without even looking at her "I want you out of this house! I don't want to see your face ever again, you hear me?"

"What? Mom, please..."

"Shut the fuck up!" she screamed "I don't want to hear you, I don't want to see you ever again! You're not my daughter! You're nothing but trouble, you ungrateful slut! You killed your own father, and now you want to take away my husband? Well, I won't let you screw up my life ever again!"

"Dad had an accident!" Michiru screamed, tears running down her face "I had nothing to do with it! I wish it was me instead of him!"

"Well, I'm not that lucky!" her mother screamed back at her, turning around to look at her daughter's eyes "It was your fault! If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have gone looking for a stupid present for you and your stupid recitals! It's all your fault! I don't even know why he was so god damn crazy about you, you're not worth it! I knew I should have get rid of you the moment I got pregnant!"

"What?" she mumbled. Was her mother serious? Her father was out on a gift hunt for her, that much was true. But it wasn't her fault some bloody teenager who was too young to be driving in the first place had crashed against her father's car!

A dress thrown at her face got her out of her own thoughts. Michiru looked up at her mother in time to see her walking out of her bedroom. But before she could walk out the door, she turned around and took a look at Michiru, still standing in the middle of the room, frozen to the spot, tears running down her pale face.

"By the time I get back, I want you already out of this house, you hear me? I don't care where you go, I don't care if you don't have where to run to. For me you're as dead as you father" and with that, she walked out, slamming the door shut behind her, letting Michiru standing there, holding the dress that was just thrown at her.

Oh God... she couldn't even make a coherent thought anymore. All she knew was that she had to get out of that house...

Her mother just kicked her out.

And even if she hadn't, Michiru knew she just had to get out of there. God only knew what Yuuta might do to her if she stayed any longer.

But where was she going to go now? She had no friends to ask for shelter. She had been alone for so long now... She had lost contact with her cousins years ago, and she didn't really have their number or any way to contact them. And she had little money. Yuuta and her mother kept all the money she ever made with her music.

But I know the password to the bank account, she thought all of a sudden, looking rapidly trough her purse for her wallet. There it was, the card that would let her get the money. All she had to do now was go to a cash machine and get all the money out.

It was her money after all.

Yes, she would do that. She started packing her things. She only took the clothes she thought she might need, the photo album where she kept all her father's pictures, along with the teddy bear he had given her on her third birthday. She also took her violin case, all her music books and her sketchbook, the few CD's she had laying around her bedroom, and her MP3 player.

She was about to leave her bedroom, when she remembered the letter hidden under her mattress. She walked to her bed, searched for the envelope and tucked it inside her purse.

When she heard Yuuta's car driving away, she felt safe enough to walk out of the house without having to face him or her mother again. She took a deep breath, grabbed her suitcase, her violin case and her purse, and went down stairs, and out of this house. To never come back again.

Now what? She asked herself, making her way down town, with no particular road to follow. She was by herself now, all alone in a world she knew nothing of.