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Rating: PG-13
HURT part 2
Takeru's soft blue eyes stared blankly from his hospital bed. He had to lie on his side, he couldn't bear the pain of putting pressure on his bottom. He was freezing, the room and its cold white tile weren't heated, and only a dull, thin beam of sun light shone in the room.
He had a hard time seeing, he figured it must be because his right eye was swollen. He had on only a hospital gown and was covered by a thin blue blanket. Occasionally, the nurse would come in to check his vitals, and Takeru saw sympathy in her eyes, sad to see such a young boy being the victim of such a heinous crime. Takeru saw she was speaking to him, but he couldn't make out the words, and when he tried to say something back, all that would escape is lips were the words, "Kari…Kari…"
Kari bent down in front of one of the toilets in the women's room, while her mother waited outside the stall asking if she needed help. After she had fainted, a nurse had come in to see if she was okay. After she had her temperature taken, she asked to go to the bathroom. Now all she could do was stare into the toilet blankly. Suddenly, memories what had happened to Takeru flashed before her, and she threw up into the toilet, gagging after it all came out. She began to cry uncontrollably, and her mother came into the stall and held her, comforting her right on the floor of the women's room.
Takeru laid on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, welcoming the darkness. His mind floated back to the day he first met his assailant. He was sitting on the couch, looking at a framed picture of Hikari, the woman he loved. He was waiting for her to come over, they were going to watch a video together, probably a PG-13 chick flick he probably wouldn't like. He didn't really care how bad it was, as long as it gave him a reason to be near her. She would probably comment how her parents would complain about the rating, them only being twelve. His thoughts were interrupted by his mother calling for him. That's when he first saw his violator.
Takeru shifted in the bed, restless at the thought of the man who had hurt him. But his mind kept replaying their meeting. His mother was beaming when Takeru came to see why she was calling. "Takeru, I'd like you to meet Mr. Smith," his mother said, as Takeru politely shook hands with the large well-dressed man. "We met a couple of weeks ago, and had some drinks," his mother continued, "We're going out again tonight."
"It's great to meet your son," Said Mr. Smith in his deep, chilling voice, "Do you have any more kids? A daughter maybe?"
"No, I just have another son, who lives with my Ex." His mother replied. Mr. Smith looked down at the picture of Hikari, and before he could ask Takeru's mother explained, "That's Takeru's girlfriend, Hikari." Mr. Smith smiled wickedly and licked his lips. Takeru was shocked at this and convinced himself he imagined it, but he now knew better.
'If only I hadn't pushed it out of my mind, maybe I could have stopped her from coming…'
Hikari had come over a little while after his mom went out. He remembered how great she looked, how she placed her hand in his during the movie. How soft, delicate and perfect she was, like something not of this world. How he wanted to take her into his arms and hold her forever.
His perfect moment had been shattered, however, when his mom and Mr. Smith returned, his mom giggling like a drunken fool, and indiscreetly took Mr. Smith to her room. The thought sent a shiver down his body. Hikari tried to not let it get in the way of date that day. But it was apparently too much when he came out of the room, his expensive suit looking like it had been hastily put back on, because she left in a hurry. Of course, Mr. Smith left a few minutes after, Takeru not knowing his true motives.
'If I only had walked her out…'
She didn't come to school after that day, and wouldn't return Takeru's calls. Takeru had fought with his mother for bringing Mr. Smith in that day and getting Hikari mad at him. Then last night he had gotten a call, but no one was on the other end. Using the caller ID, he saw it was from Hikari's house, and ran over.
When he had gotten there, she wouldn't talk to him, she was panicked and said she wanted to get away from her house. Takeru figured to take her over to his house, not knowing what else to do.
"Please," He begged her, "Don't hide your feelings from me Kari, just tell me what's wrong."
Then she confessed to him what had happened after she left, about how she had been scared for all those weeks. Takeru felt like an idiot for not knowing what had been going on. He comforted her and managed to get her to go to sleep. Takeru figured he must have dozed off at some point too, until they had both been awakened by the sound of the door opening.
Takeru filled with rage when Mr. Smith came through the door. When Sith gave some flimsy excuse about leaving his hat, Takeru yelled at the bastard for harassing Kari. Right in the middle of his rant, Mr. Smith decked him. Takeru figured he must have hit his head against something at that point, because when he was on the ground, he felt blood dripping down from a gash on his forehead. Mr. Smith hit him a few more times, then had dragged him and Hikari into his room. Takeru panicked when he saw Smith tying Hikari to one of the bedposts on his bed and taunting her, so Takeru decided to start fighting his grip, hoping to divert his attention away from Hikari. Takeru wasn't sure what Smith said to Hikari next, but soon got the point when he put the knife to his throat. He wasn't prepared for what happened next.
'Rape. You think it's something that you only hear about on the news. You think you fine leading your meaningless life at school day after day, but then it's happening to you. You're to scared to move, too afraid if you scream, he'll turn onto her…'
Takeru couldn't remember much of what happened, just unimaginable pain, blood, tears and Hikari screaming and begging with Smith to stop. After it was over, all Takeru could remember was being dragged into the bathroom and watching Hikari cry as Smith left. Then Takeru had lost consciousness…
"Takeru?" a familiar voice called from outside the darkness. Takeru opened his eyes to see Hikari standing near the door, looking worn, but still beautiful to him. "T-they said you had been calling for me. Your Dad and Yamato are here, I can send the If you want…" she offered as she trembled.
"No…" Takeru said weakly, "Please stay."
Takeru's mother cursed at herself for hiding in her car instead of staying with her son, or even hearing what happened to him. She had been too afraid of what the others would say to her about this happening while she was gone. 'Maybe I should talk to someone first, then I'll have the courage to face everyone." She thought. So she dial Mr. Smith's number on her cell phone…
To be continued…