It Takes Two
Summary: One is a cold-hearted person, falling into depression as his younger brother passed away. The other, cheerful and happy, but a different person in her home, sad, and frightened.
'What the fuck are you doing bitch?' He slurred the words. He had been out the entire night, and just got home.
'R-r-r-eading' she stammered.
'You don't need reading. Go out and play with the gals at the bar. That's what's good for you.' He told her.
'But-' she started. She never got to finish her sentence. Her father smacked her across her cheek. She looked at him, fear waving in her eyes, and the tears started again. On one side of her cheek, there was a red imprint of where he had hit her. Silently she prayed that it wouldn't become a bruise. She opened her mouth to speak again, only that her father pushed her against the wall, choking her. He held her there so tightly that she could barely breathe. She struggled against his hands, trying her best to free herself. Her punches got weaker-and weaker, and weaker. She felt as though all the life was going out of her, and then the hand went away. She took deep breaths of air silently. She felt his eyes pierce her as she went to pick up her book. He stomped on her hand. She tried to free her hand, but he only stepped on it harder.
'What kinda shit is this?' he asked, as he picked it up, freeing her hand.
She pulled back her hand, which throbbed, and on her hand was a shoe imprint. She looked up at her father, who pulled the book apart and ripped it up into a million pieces.
'Dad! That was a-' She saw the hand coming, and she threw her hands up to protect herself. His hands slapped her hands, and she winced.
'Try to hide will you? Take this for medicine.' He bellowed while slipping his belt off.
'No!' she cried. She remembered the last time she had been given a whipping.
He did not respond. He raised his hand, and his belt landed directly on her thighs. She screamed in pain as her father's hand went up and down-up and down for some period of time. When he finished her legs had welts all over it. Her father, satisfied, walked back to his sofa and fell asleep on it. She tried to stand, but her legs just wouldn't hold her. She sank back into the corner, and burst into tears.
Seto walked home from school, practically ignoring the limousine that was tailing him. The driver finally gave up, and drove back to Kaiba Corp. Seto dragged his feet, and instead of his normal, cold expression, you could see the sadness lying within his eyes. He stopped at Evergreen Park, the last area he had been with Mokuba. He entered the haven and walked through it. He looked at the sycamore trees and he heard the crunching of the orange, and yellow leaves underneath his feet. He sat down on a bench, and sat there, staring off into space. He closed his eyes, and remembered Mokuba, playing with his friends, on the swings, and monkey-bars and of such.
Limping, Serenity walked at snail pace to her room. She opened the closet, and took out a suitcase. It lay there waiting for her for a long time. She opened it, and prepared to leave.
A/N: I'm sorry for those who wanted me to put Isis, however, I may not have told you, but I do not change my pairings. I'm sorry. As for those who reviewed-thank you very much! I really appreciated it.
Summary: One is a cold-hearted person, falling into depression as his younger brother passed away. The other, cheerful and happy, but a different person in her home, sad, and frightened.
'What the fuck are you doing bitch?' He slurred the words. He had been out the entire night, and just got home.
'R-r-r-eading' she stammered.
'You don't need reading. Go out and play with the gals at the bar. That's what's good for you.' He told her.
'But-' she started. She never got to finish her sentence. Her father smacked her across her cheek. She looked at him, fear waving in her eyes, and the tears started again. On one side of her cheek, there was a red imprint of where he had hit her. Silently she prayed that it wouldn't become a bruise. She opened her mouth to speak again, only that her father pushed her against the wall, choking her. He held her there so tightly that she could barely breathe. She struggled against his hands, trying her best to free herself. Her punches got weaker-and weaker, and weaker. She felt as though all the life was going out of her, and then the hand went away. She took deep breaths of air silently. She felt his eyes pierce her as she went to pick up her book. He stomped on her hand. She tried to free her hand, but he only stepped on it harder.
'What kinda shit is this?' he asked, as he picked it up, freeing her hand.
She pulled back her hand, which throbbed, and on her hand was a shoe imprint. She looked up at her father, who pulled the book apart and ripped it up into a million pieces.
'Dad! That was a-' She saw the hand coming, and she threw her hands up to protect herself. His hands slapped her hands, and she winced.
'Try to hide will you? Take this for medicine.' He bellowed while slipping his belt off.
'No!' she cried. She remembered the last time she had been given a whipping.
He did not respond. He raised his hand, and his belt landed directly on her thighs. She screamed in pain as her father's hand went up and down-up and down for some period of time. When he finished her legs had welts all over it. Her father, satisfied, walked back to his sofa and fell asleep on it. She tried to stand, but her legs just wouldn't hold her. She sank back into the corner, and burst into tears.
Seto walked home from school, practically ignoring the limousine that was tailing him. The driver finally gave up, and drove back to Kaiba Corp. Seto dragged his feet, and instead of his normal, cold expression, you could see the sadness lying within his eyes. He stopped at Evergreen Park, the last area he had been with Mokuba. He entered the haven and walked through it. He looked at the sycamore trees and he heard the crunching of the orange, and yellow leaves underneath his feet. He sat down on a bench, and sat there, staring off into space. He closed his eyes, and remembered Mokuba, playing with his friends, on the swings, and monkey-bars and of such.
Limping, Serenity walked at snail pace to her room. She opened the closet, and took out a suitcase. It lay there waiting for her for a long time. She opened it, and prepared to leave.
A/N: I'm sorry for those who wanted me to put Isis, however, I may not have told you, but I do not change my pairings. I'm sorry. As for those who reviewed-thank you very much! I really appreciated it.