A/N: You want to know what I have to say? Well here it is, R&R PLEASE!!!! It never gets old! See look, I have a baby pout! I can pout you know. So make me happy and REVIEW, or I will shake my rattle at you! More chaps on the way...Review Replies since chapter 2 below:
kissed-luck: Yes, I love my detail too. Thankies so much! And yes, I'll try to make them longer!!!
Bear: Eh, I dunno 'bout the beginning but thanx anyways. My words are my friends. I think the names are ok for the characters, but hey that's just what I think. And hell, the only thing that matters is what I think so.... yeah. Just kidding, you should've seen the look on your face (although I don't know how I saw it, but I did)!!
--Let the story march onwards!!!
Painful Memory
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Alika had visited Kala twice in her home in New York, and Kala had visited Alika in her multiple homes. Alika moved so much due to her father's job it seemed that all she did was send a new forwarding address to Kala. They had lived in, California, Massachusetts, England, Colorado, Washington, Vermont, and now Hawaii. Though she doubted her stay in the island of Aloha would last too much longer. Kala though didn't have a much better time. Though she didn't move around, and actually had some place that could be called home (and a lavishly expensive home at that) she really didn't have it much better off. In fact she was worse off. Though Kala didn't talk about it often, her step-father abused her. For minor things, when he was in a bad mood. He did worse damage when he was in a fitful state. Much worse. Alika remembered one time being at her house when her step-father came home.
Kala's step-father had come home after losing $500 in a poker game. He was furious, and even more than usual. Alika and Kala were upstairs playing a riveting game of Final FantasyX. Her step-father called her, venom in his voice, causing Kala to cringe. Pausing the game she slipped downstairs, after telling me to bolt the door to her room. She had a lock on her door, to protect her from her "step-father." Alika sat against a few pillows hugging a white teddy bear close, hoping nothing bad would happen to Kala. Arguments could be heard even through the thick mahogany door. An echoing 'slap' and a deafening 'WHAM' causing Alika to flinch.
A look of pain crossed Alika's features, at the fact that there was nothing she could do to help her sibling. Silent tears slipped carelessly down the child's face. Kala did not bow to lowly things such as crying, and so, Alika would cry for her. Such terrible things should never be forsaken upon an adolescent, and would forever remain suppressed firmly in their minds. And when Kala stepped back into her bedroom and slid down against the door, blood seeping from a fresh wound slit across her shoulder blade, only a whimper passed her lips before she was overcome by darkness, so as to push the pain away. At least for now. Leaving only Alika to tend to the wound on her sister's right shoulder, though it was surprisingly starting to seal. Only leaving a lonely, deep, pink gash as a reminder of the events that had taken place. The man's half shattered bottle was clutched in her hand, while her own crimson droplets dripped to the carpet.
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A/N: So how was the third chap? The adventure is just beginning so hold your horses and cows!!! And just REVIEW please?! I shall update very soon depending on how many reviews I get. So I leave you with this, REVIEW or I will send my horses out on you! And my huge a bazillion pound cows too!!!!-lol