Kagome awoke to what she had deemed, the worst headache she would ever come to know. She no longer felt the pain in her throat from the night before, but she definitely didn't feel like she woke up a new person. She felt even worse than she did the night before, if that was possible. Even though everything had been so overwhelming, she felt terrible for treating someone who came to check on her like complete garbage.
She felt no better than Inuyasha, she realised. She completely disregarded his feelings. He couldn't have been comfortable coming over to her house to console someone he barely knew, let alone his half brothers wife.
She felt the strong urge to vomit. Her husband had touched her with soiled hands, and soiled by her sister, none-the-less. The thought was enough to turn her stomach. She sleepily shook the blankets off of her, but continued to look at the ceiling, wondering what she was going to do today.
She needed to rush to the laundromat and go food shopping, but she didn't feel up to anything at the moment. She just wanted to waste away in her bed until she was nothing more than ash. She rolled over, looking at herself through the floor length mirror that stood opposite of her bed. Her eyes were red and swollen, with puffy bags underneath them. Her make-up was everyone on her face, even on her forehead. Tears stained her cheekbones, and her lips were swollen from where she had been biting them all through the night.
If you didn't know any better, you would think she had just gotten out of a fight, or was in a horrific accident.
The first thing she needed to do, she declared, was to take a shower. She got out of her bed in hopes of finding something at least semi-clean to wear until she went to do her laundry. She found a baggy sweater and a pair of shorts that had been chucked into the far corner of her room. Deciding that would be her best bet, she retreated back to her bed. Maybe she wouldn't shower today. Maybe she would just stay in this room for the rest of her life.
What would she do with her life now? Did he even know she knew? He probably didn't. He probably didn't even know that his half brother had known. She still wasn't sure about how she would confront him. She was weak-minded, and she knew that anything he said to her, she would believe him and immediatly fall right back into his arms.
She had questioned herself in her mind, the situations that could happen. She could just take all of her things and go to her mothers, leaving a note behind about how she found out he was cheating and wanted a divorce. She thought about telling him to his face.
'I don't think I can tell him...'
She turned in her bed, laying on her back and staring at the ceiling tiles. Where would she go? This was all Inuyasha's; the only thing she owned were her cookware, and her clothes. Everything else had been wedding gifts from Inuyasha's family, and the rest had been Inuyasha's.
She couldn't move back in with her mother. It was a possiblity, but it was too much of a financial burden on her mother. She had just got out of debt. With Kagome out of work, it wouldn't help her family at all.
Maybe she would just not tell Inuyasha. Maybe she'd pretend she didn't even know. Perhaps Inuyasha wouldn't notice her frequent depression... or the look on her face that would instantly tell him, "I know your secret."
When the door opened to her bedroom, she nearly screamed in surprise. The face was so familar... she knew who it was, but why couldn't she place a name with his face?
Inuyasha looked at his wife, confusion written all over him. Why did his wife look so scared? Why did she look so... terrified of him?
"I'm... home?" He questioned, more than said. Inuyasha laid his bags on the floor next to their bed, and sat down on the foot of their bed.
"W...Welcome home, Inuyasha." She whispered, her voice not quite back to normal.
Inuyasha suddenly noticed her baggy eyes, her stained face, and something... something smelled familar, and it was definitely unwelcome.
What had his wife been doing while he was away? Something was causing her distress, but what was it? He had never felt more confused in his life.
"Are you okay?" He asked, genuinly concerned for his wife.
Kagome didn't know what to say. Was she? Of course not. Would she tell him?
"I'm fine..."
No, she wouldn't.
