Hey ya'll! Look who finally got chapter 4 up!! I haven't been writing 'cause that's what I do when my insomnia's really bad. Lucky for me it's been pretty light lately, but with that comes me not writing. But, a few nights ago, I couldn't fall asleep, so I wrote this all in one sitting (which will become more obvious once you read it, lol) so I don't know about the quality. Let me know if it sucks! Review or Email! Thanks, love you all ^_^

Disclaimer: oh honestly. If I owned sailor moon, trust me, I would not be writing fanfics about it. I would be milking the fame for all it was worth and then using the profits to buy things. So no suing, ya hear? K? K.

He leaned in towards her face until their nose were inches apart, and squinted his eyes. In a soft but severely shallow voice, "You think he just wanted food? Do you honestly think that's all he wanted?" His face was not only a hair's breath away. She could smell nicotine from his cigarettes on his breath.
"Mana, you're scaring me...please calm down," she begged in her most frightened and childish voice.
He pulled back, and loosed his hold on her arm; he looked like he was thinking. Then he clenched his jaw and shook his head.
"It doesn't matter. We're going home. Then I'll deal with you." with that, he pulled her back to his deep red truck, shoved her in, and drove towards their apartment complex.

The silence in the truck remained as thick as ever until the moment Mana shifted his truck into park; that's the way Usagi preferred it. At least when he wasn't talking, he wasn't yelling. She sighed inwardly when he started to speak.
"I'm hungry. I want you to make me something when we get inside. Get your stuff." And with that he climbed out of the truck and started up the walk to the apartment they now shared.
Slowly, she gathered her belongings and trudged her way up the walk, muttering 'it was my apartment first' under her breath every few steps.
"I'm hungry, make me some food." She mumbled quietly, her voice heavily laced with bitterness. She reached the door and paused, giving her self time to take a few deep breaths and to whip a few stray tears away. As quietly as possible she opened the door just wide enough for her small body to slip through the space between the jam and the door, stepped in, and shut the door behind her. As she dropping her pale pink dance bag off to the side of the small entry way, the brief of Mamoru creeped into her brain. She began to smile at the thought, but just then Mana cleared his throat, causing reality to sink back in. Sighing silently and sadly, she began to move towards her...their bed room.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?! I'm starving and you're going off to take a nap! Get in the kitchen!" She heard Mana yell from the living room as she passed through the hall way.
"Mana, sweetheart, I'm just going to change into something more comfortable. It won't take but a second." She pleaded internally that he would let her go about changing before making her his slave woman for the rest of the night. Her hopes were confirmed when a mumbled and unhappy 'fine' landed on her ears. Hearing that, she continued into the bedroom and hurriedly
pulled out some worn and broken in clothes out of the dresser. As she dug through her pajama drawer, she found her favorite pair of boxers; light gray with smiley face print all over it. She let a small smile play on her lips as she remembered the day she bought them.
She and her 4 best friends had been roaming the mall, simply wasting time and being together as friends should be. That was before she had met Mana. Gracious how she missed her friends. They didn't deserve to be the first thing out of her life after Mana started to take it over. 'I should have fought harder to keep them with me. Maybe then I wouldn't be here, getting beat around every time he feels like it. This would still be my apartment, and they would still be my friends' The thought brought tears to her eyes and flooded her mind with memories of them. 'I wonder what they're doing. Ami's probably already graduated medical school...Rei's probably the head priestess by now. I wonder how her grandpa is. Man I miss that pervert. He was always so kind to us. I bet Minako found herself a really hot guy and is living it up right now, only working during auditions. Makoto...jeeze I wish she were here. She was always the strongest. She could kick Mana's butt in a second.' Just imagining that made her feel a little better.
After pulling on the aged boxers and a gray over sized t-shirt, she wandered to the bathroom. Catching a glance of herself in the mirror, she gasped. Just visible under the sleeve hem of her shirt she could see a dark spot. Closing her eyes as she lifted up the sleeve, she tried to choke back tears. 'No! Can't be...I'm almost out of cover-up make up...how am I going to explain this one to Madame? She'll be furious! Please don't let it be another bruise' But upon opening her eyes, her fears proved to be true; her forearm was now decorated with a gigantic black and blue blotch. "How could this have happened!?" she asked herself in a panicked voice. "He didn't even hit me that hard this time..." Sniffling quietly, she opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of waterproof concealing theater make-up. Holding it up to the light to judge how much was left, she decided to save the rest for class the next day. If Madame Sokvsky caught sight of it, she would know something was up. She had already told Usagi numerously that she didn't like Manashiai or the way he treated her.
After replacing the bottle to it's original place, she left the bedroom and quietly walked towards the kitchen. Pulling out a frying pan and a bottle of oil, Usagi began to make Mana some French fries. While she waited for the oil to heat, she leaned against the counter and allowed herself to think of Mamoru. His eyes, his hair, the kind and gentile way he spoke to her. 'He's so different from Manashiai. Maybe that's why I felt so comfortable around him.'
Just then, she heard Mana get up from his chair and approach the kitchen, once again jogging her from her happy thoughts. Busying her self with the now hot enough oil and cooking fries, she awaited his entrance. She didn't know what kind of mood he would be in, so she kept her back to the door. Lucky for her, he didn't seem in too much of a vial mood. Coming up behind her and putting his arms around her waist roughly was all he did.
"Fries, baby? Is that all we have?" He asked, not sounding very happy with her selection.
"Yes Mana. We're all out of pretty much everything else." She said, trying to keep from angering him.
"Fine. Ya know babe, I didn't come in here to talk about food. I came in here to tell you how sexy you look cooking for me." He told her as he nuzzled her neck, not even noticing her bruise.
"Thank you Mana. You're very sweet." She told him, trying to cover up her lie. He never really noticed how she looked, just if she put out or not. He was such a pig like that. He wouldn't even let her hang on to her integrity and morals when they first started dating. He wouldn't let her wait for vows and rings. It was borderline rape the first time.
His hand began to creep up her side as he kissed her neck, when the doorbell rang. The sound ticked Mana off enough to snap him out of his mood. Usagi turned off the burner and moved the pan, realizing this was her chance to get a way for a minute.
Quickly walking to the entryway, Usagi inwardly thanked the temporarily anonymous person on the other side of the door. As the door swung open, her mind registered who was standing there, causing her eyes to widen with shock and joy.
It was Mamoru.


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