She sighed and leaned forward to pick up her cup again. "I can't…won't go into much more detail about what he put me through," she said softly after she took a sip. "It's more of the same, over and over again."
Sesshoumaru inclined his head, acknowledging that, but said nothing. There were no words, no sentiments he could offer. Even if he had been inclined to show it, he doubted his anger would have helped.
"As I mentioned before, I thought about leaving, every now and then. What stopped me most of the time was the thought of everyone's reactions." She took another sip and leaned back once more, crossing her legs in the large arm chair. "My old friends used to know me as loud and opinionated, without fear. My family loves me; I dreaded so much what they would think of me for not leaving sooner, for not trying to stop it once I'd…understood, what was happening.
"Because of all that, I never put serious thought into it; I was so embarrassed and ashamed of myself, but mostly angry, that I hadn't tried, that I couldn't try. That all changed though, when he went after Shippou."
She shook her head and covered her eyes, still scared at just the thought of Shippou in danger. "I don't even remember what set him off that time, only that Ship was in the line of fire."
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