Here is yet another installment of "Loved and Lost" WARNING: MENTIONS DISTURBING EVENTS. CHILD
SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. This is based on reality, and in reality, this sort of thing really happens.
This is why this work is rated R. Nothing graphic, just...yeah.
Everything previously mentioned in earlier Author's Notes still apply...including the disclaimers...yadda
yadda yadda........
Moving right along...
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Those who knew Ami Mizuno saw a breathtakingly perfect, put-together girl, the one with the illegally
good grades, the peacemaker, the mature one, the cool, collected one with the flawless life. 4.0 GPA,
the ambition of going to a good college and then medical school, numerous talents, a tutor, a steady
on the honor roll, she seemed to have it all: brains, beauty, and many good qualities. The only thing
that seemed to be wrong with her was her impersonal, almost chilly indifference to such things as love
and relationships, that all her other friends seemed to enjoy. It was almost as if her brilliant mind was
too old for her youthful age.
Ami knew very well what her reputation was, and it was wont to make her laugh bitterly. Perfect life
indeed! There were many things in her life that were not known to the general populace, things that
were certainly not perfect.
Ami had not always projected the image of reserved, strictly intellectual and somewhat unemotional
and rather cynical brainiac. There was once a time when she had been a trusting, sociable and happy
child, who laughed and told stories and charmed all those around her with her cloudless, twinkling big
blue eyes and spritely nature. But children all need to grow up, and Ami, tragically, was made an adult
way too soon.
The first tragedy was when Ami was ten. With both parents working, Ami was a very independent little
girl, but by law, she was not allowed to stay home alone. Accordingly, her mom and dad hired a live-in
babysitter, an elderly man who had a lot of patience with children.
All went well at first. Ami would come home from school, and do her homework, and Mr. Wayne would
watch her, and perhaps make her some snack to eat. Then, one day, Ami came home with a special
assignment. They were doing surveys in class, and Ami decided to give the survey tonice Mr. Wayne.
She went upstairs, and knocked on his door. He opened it, and let her in, shutting the door behind her
and letting her sit down.
Ami was in the middle of asking Mr. Wayne the first question when she noticed that he had a strange
look in his eyes. She had gotten up, and had walked up to him, asking if he was all right. And then, all
of the sudden, Ami found herself beind held by iron-like arms, and a hard, intrusive kiss being pressed
on her mouth. She opened her mouth to scream, but only felt a slimy tongue press in between her lips.
It felt absolutely disgusting! Ami tried to wrench herself away, but couldn't. Mr. Wayne pressed her
down onto the bed, and undid his pants. Ten-year-old Ami knew nothing about sex, but something in
her mind knew that something about the situation at hand was terribly wrong. Then, the lecherous old
man tried to lift up her shirt and pull down her pants. Ami clutched at her clothing desperately, trying
to keep them from getting lifted off. Then, as Mr. Wayne loosened his grip on her for a moment, Ami
bolted out of the room, and down the stairs. Grabbing the cordless phone, she locked herself in the
bathroom and called her parents to come home immediately. They came home, and got rid of the vile,
perverted old man at once.
Mr. Wayne had not succeeded in raping her, but he had succeeded in breaking her trust in mankind.
The second tragedy was when Ami was 13. One day, coming home from school, she had just gone up
to her room to do her homework, when suddenly, her door slammed open, and she looked up to see
her father's hate-filled eyes. Her father, whom she had loved and adored, stormed over to her chair,
and lifted a large, block-like fist. It slammed into the side of her jaw, and she felt her eyes water. The
other hand joined the first, and poor Ami was being slapped and punched on both sides of her face.
Her blue eyes were brimming with tears of pain, but all of the sudden, her spirit within soared to her
brain. 'I will NOT cry. I will NOT beg.' Ami silently repeated this mantra to herself again and again, as
the painful blows continued to rain upon her cheeks. All of the sudden, after a particularly violent hit,
she tasted something acrid and metallic in her mouth. Her teeth had come in sharp contact with the
inside of her cheek, and blood flowed from her mouth. But no tears flowed from her eyes. Her father,
in a poisonous, icy voice, had ordered her to go to the bathroom and wash off the blood.
The next day at school, Ami's science teacher had noticed that her favorite student's face had angry
purple welts on each side. Suspicious, Mrs. Felton had sent the girl to the principal's office. Soon, the
painful truth was weeded out.
It was then, after the second tragedy, that Ami decided to take martial arts.
When she had gotten to high school, Ami decided that it would be intolerable to be an object of pity
and curiosity any more. With set teeth, she focused on studying, and making herself useful. She made
several friends, and it was common to see her hanging around with four other girls. There was fiery,
loyal, dauntless Rei, popular, charming Mina, quirky, strong Lita, and childlike, cheerful Serena. Ami was
a devoted and very caring friend to them, almost as if she wanted to make sure that these girls would
always have happy lives unshadowed by the horrible events that had marred her own. Before long, Ami
was considered quite the accomplished student, and many people respected and admired her. But Ami's
supposed perfection was that of an ice statue. Coldly beautiful and remote.
~ ~ ~
Ami looked at Zoisite, a bitter smirk on her face. "Well, now you know my story. Feel free to make some
lame excuse about having to go somewhere right now. It was nice knowing you."
Zoisite stared at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Ami sighed. "You don't need to say anything. I don't want your pity. I know I've had a fucked-up life.
So now, you know the truth about me. Now, you don't need to feel obligated to be friends with me just
because you're worried about me thinking I'm probably some suicidal psychological headcase."
Zoisite gently took her hands in his. "Ami, look at me." Ami did, and saw that his green eyes were filled
with honesty and sincerity. "I don't think you're messed up at all. In fact, I think you're very strong, to
have come out of those experiences and still survived." He said softly.
Ami looked at him in surprise. He gave her a beautiful smile. "I'm honored to be the friend of someone as
strong as you. But just so you know, you can always talk to me about anything. If you're ever troubled
by anything, or whatever, you can always talk to me about it. I won't judge you, or blab to others, or
anything like that. Okay?"
Ami smiled back at him, and it was a warm smile that reached her blue eyes. "Okay. Thank you."
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SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. This is based on reality, and in reality, this sort of thing really happens.
This is why this work is rated R. Nothing graphic, just...yeah.
Everything previously mentioned in earlier Author's Notes still apply...including the disclaimers...yadda
yadda yadda........
Moving right along...
* * *
Those who knew Ami Mizuno saw a breathtakingly perfect, put-together girl, the one with the illegally
good grades, the peacemaker, the mature one, the cool, collected one with the flawless life. 4.0 GPA,
the ambition of going to a good college and then medical school, numerous talents, a tutor, a steady
on the honor roll, she seemed to have it all: brains, beauty, and many good qualities. The only thing
that seemed to be wrong with her was her impersonal, almost chilly indifference to such things as love
and relationships, that all her other friends seemed to enjoy. It was almost as if her brilliant mind was
too old for her youthful age.
Ami knew very well what her reputation was, and it was wont to make her laugh bitterly. Perfect life
indeed! There were many things in her life that were not known to the general populace, things that
were certainly not perfect.
Ami had not always projected the image of reserved, strictly intellectual and somewhat unemotional
and rather cynical brainiac. There was once a time when she had been a trusting, sociable and happy
child, who laughed and told stories and charmed all those around her with her cloudless, twinkling big
blue eyes and spritely nature. But children all need to grow up, and Ami, tragically, was made an adult
way too soon.
The first tragedy was when Ami was ten. With both parents working, Ami was a very independent little
girl, but by law, she was not allowed to stay home alone. Accordingly, her mom and dad hired a live-in
babysitter, an elderly man who had a lot of patience with children.
All went well at first. Ami would come home from school, and do her homework, and Mr. Wayne would
watch her, and perhaps make her some snack to eat. Then, one day, Ami came home with a special
assignment. They were doing surveys in class, and Ami decided to give the survey tonice Mr. Wayne.
She went upstairs, and knocked on his door. He opened it, and let her in, shutting the door behind her
and letting her sit down.
Ami was in the middle of asking Mr. Wayne the first question when she noticed that he had a strange
look in his eyes. She had gotten up, and had walked up to him, asking if he was all right. And then, all
of the sudden, Ami found herself beind held by iron-like arms, and a hard, intrusive kiss being pressed
on her mouth. She opened her mouth to scream, but only felt a slimy tongue press in between her lips.
It felt absolutely disgusting! Ami tried to wrench herself away, but couldn't. Mr. Wayne pressed her
down onto the bed, and undid his pants. Ten-year-old Ami knew nothing about sex, but something in
her mind knew that something about the situation at hand was terribly wrong. Then, the lecherous old
man tried to lift up her shirt and pull down her pants. Ami clutched at her clothing desperately, trying
to keep them from getting lifted off. Then, as Mr. Wayne loosened his grip on her for a moment, Ami
bolted out of the room, and down the stairs. Grabbing the cordless phone, she locked herself in the
bathroom and called her parents to come home immediately. They came home, and got rid of the vile,
perverted old man at once.
Mr. Wayne had not succeeded in raping her, but he had succeeded in breaking her trust in mankind.
The second tragedy was when Ami was 13. One day, coming home from school, she had just gone up
to her room to do her homework, when suddenly, her door slammed open, and she looked up to see
her father's hate-filled eyes. Her father, whom she had loved and adored, stormed over to her chair,
and lifted a large, block-like fist. It slammed into the side of her jaw, and she felt her eyes water. The
other hand joined the first, and poor Ami was being slapped and punched on both sides of her face.
Her blue eyes were brimming with tears of pain, but all of the sudden, her spirit within soared to her
brain. 'I will NOT cry. I will NOT beg.' Ami silently repeated this mantra to herself again and again, as
the painful blows continued to rain upon her cheeks. All of the sudden, after a particularly violent hit,
she tasted something acrid and metallic in her mouth. Her teeth had come in sharp contact with the
inside of her cheek, and blood flowed from her mouth. But no tears flowed from her eyes. Her father,
in a poisonous, icy voice, had ordered her to go to the bathroom and wash off the blood.
The next day at school, Ami's science teacher had noticed that her favorite student's face had angry
purple welts on each side. Suspicious, Mrs. Felton had sent the girl to the principal's office. Soon, the
painful truth was weeded out.
It was then, after the second tragedy, that Ami decided to take martial arts.
When she had gotten to high school, Ami decided that it would be intolerable to be an object of pity
and curiosity any more. With set teeth, she focused on studying, and making herself useful. She made
several friends, and it was common to see her hanging around with four other girls. There was fiery,
loyal, dauntless Rei, popular, charming Mina, quirky, strong Lita, and childlike, cheerful Serena. Ami was
a devoted and very caring friend to them, almost as if she wanted to make sure that these girls would
always have happy lives unshadowed by the horrible events that had marred her own. Before long, Ami
was considered quite the accomplished student, and many people respected and admired her. But Ami's
supposed perfection was that of an ice statue. Coldly beautiful and remote.
~ ~ ~
Ami looked at Zoisite, a bitter smirk on her face. "Well, now you know my story. Feel free to make some
lame excuse about having to go somewhere right now. It was nice knowing you."
Zoisite stared at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Ami sighed. "You don't need to say anything. I don't want your pity. I know I've had a fucked-up life.
So now, you know the truth about me. Now, you don't need to feel obligated to be friends with me just
because you're worried about me thinking I'm probably some suicidal psychological headcase."
Zoisite gently took her hands in his. "Ami, look at me." Ami did, and saw that his green eyes were filled
with honesty and sincerity. "I don't think you're messed up at all. In fact, I think you're very strong, to
have come out of those experiences and still survived." He said softly.
Ami looked at him in surprise. He gave her a beautiful smile. "I'm honored to be the friend of someone as
strong as you. But just so you know, you can always talk to me about anything. If you're ever troubled
by anything, or whatever, you can always talk to me about it. I won't judge you, or blab to others, or
anything like that. Okay?"
Ami smiled back at him, and it was a warm smile that reached her blue eyes. "Okay. Thank you."
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There! Longer chapter! And all of this is true. More coming up....
REVIEW!
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