Behind My Mask
Chappie Six
Cool. Six chapters. I don't really know how this is going to go. I just wait for my wonderful muse, and when she comes, I write. I can't write under restrictions. My way or the highway. Yeah, so like, Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Or today, depending on when this gets posted. So happy that. I love you all!!! Oh yes, and just for the record, ALL OF YOU ROCK!!! Please read the lyrics too. I love them. Music is my life. Yeah. Rock on!!!! Love you all!!!!!!!! And here's this annoying little dream wreaker: Disclaimer: not mine. Der. How on Earth could I find the money? Stupid lawyers. Oh yes, and neither do I own the lyrics to Not Now by Blink 182, that I will unshamefully admit is their brilliant genius, not mine. PLEASE RR!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luv,
Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
Enjoy the madness….
"Stupid girl! You are a whore thorough and thorough! Just like your worthless mother! Always messing around! Thank God she took your sister with her…. Don't know what I'd do with two little whores around the house! Are you crying?! Don't cry, bitch! Daddy will beat you, whore!" a fist rose over Kookie and crashed into her face, the force sending her flying. As she skidded painfully to the floor, her father towered over her. "If you ever touch another man besides Clark again… you won't live to see the very dawn ever again." The voice was cold and sharp, but somehow this was more frightening than her father's shouting. Curling herself into a ball, Kookie waited for his insults to stem. But he kicked her; in the stomach. Hard. She screamed in pain. He'd never been this angry. "Whore."
She knew that voice, and it wasn't her fathers'. She raised spinning vision to a grim Clark; her father's intended fiancé for her. She began to quake all through her body uncontrollably. She thought at least she was safe with him. At least he was someone her father didn't control. But no. this whole time he was just the apprentice to her father. Thank God she'd never even kissed him. Tears truly began to become apparent trails on her face. The forlorn look in her eyes; the pain felt to the very depths of her soul made Clark rethink the situation, but then his cold heart hardened as he remembered the incident her father had told him about.
"You're going to burn, bitch." His eyes were alit with a horrible fire, a fire of hell. Kookie re-curled herself, now fully sobbing. She heard an evil cackle that could be no other than her fathers'. "Go on Clark, just like I said. Good kicks will teach her a lesson. For the millions I'm paying you. You get this girl, to aide you-" his voice was evilly suggestive, "And you get to bend her to do anything you wish. It's just a few hits, beatings, and it's over. Just like her mother, she is. Weak. Pitiful." He spit at her. It landed on Kookie's nightgown, but she didn't care.
She was entering her world again. It was a special sanctuary in her mind she entered whenever her father beat her. Like a momentary nirvana, she almost completely left herself behind. It was a completely different dimension. "Oh no you don't!" she was dragged up by her hair. A screech peeled from her lips. "You can't escape me even in your mind. I'll know. And I'll find you. You can't escape me, bitch." He growled, his breath fanning her terrified face. Clark laughed a sound that brought the cold winds of fear to her chest. A sound of skin clashing with skin echoed through the living room. Kookie was slammed into the wall.
Clark hovered over her barely conscious form. She moaned. "I might just take what I want. After all, I literally own you." There was malice there in his voice. All was blank. There were flashes, fragments, of things, but the pain was far too great. Kookie focused on her only happy memory. The boy from the dance-
Come here; please hold my hand for now
Help me, I'm scared please show me how to fight this
God has a master plan
And I guess
I am in his demand
He was a piece of her, in her heart that her father did not own. He had not planned it, had not told her to do it, he was hers to dream of… his name… what was his name? Wally…. Beetles… right? She tried to remember his name. It seemed like she should know him as something else. Which was completely impossible, because she'd only met him once? Wait! That time! In the streets! That was him! Her savior! The boy who had brought her home to her mother and explained what had happened. And…. Slight warmth spread through her as she remembered the rest of the cherished memory. Another thing her father did not own. Her heart, and its' whims-
Please save me this time I cannot run
And I'll see when this is done
And now I have come to realize
That you are the one who's left behind
Please stay until I'm gone
I'm here hold on to me I'm right here
Waiting
In her heart, within herself, there were no chains, no links of fear, or negative thoughts, there was only that boy and herself, and they were in a field, a field of never ending sunlight, and he was giving her a look of such open love, and his arms were open, inviting her to come to him, and she ran for him, ran as fast as un-bruised, uninjured legs could carry her. And they met, and she received a kiss. There was a heaven. They were laughing and- "Leave her, she'll live. After all, the board isn't going to wait now is it?" a slight laugh, and then she faded back to the world of fields of happiness and shared embraces, and then a blinding light woke her.
It was sudden such that it took her a very long time to realize the light blasting her eyes was not her imagined and dreamed of sunlight, but from a lamp. And she was on her living room floor. Bloodied and bashed. All came back, and her flared hope and happiness received in her other world flooded from her like the elusive rays of her loved sunlight. She moaned. She had barely any strength, and pain wove a tight grip on her whole body, but she managed to sit up.
She needed to call someone; someone her father didn't know. But who? She had no friends, and all the people she knew could never find out. Then it came to her. Wallabe Beetles. The name was whispered softly within her, but no other thought could break through this one. So, she literally dragged herself to one of the numerous end tables around the furniture, and she grabbed the phone book and fumbled for the cordless phone above it-
I see a light, it feels good
And I'll come back soon just like you would
It's useless; ma name has made the list
And I wish I gave you one last kiss
The phone trembled in her hands. She curled back onto the floor. She prayed with all of her might he would answer. It never occurred to her his parents might. When she heard his unmistakable voice, slightly annoyed and tired-sounding, tears ripped from her eyes again. She could barely remember what she told him, for the next thing she knew she was back on the floor, gone to the world. She prayed he would rescue her one last time-
Please stay until I'm gone
I'm here hold on to me I'm right here
Waiting and take
My one last breath, and don't forget
That I will be right here
Waiting
All was gone to Kookie as she lay in her slumber. It wasn't even sleep, for in sleep, you dream, and for her there was only blackness. It seemed blackness was her only confident now. She prayed for her love to find her, but all odds seemed impossible. He probably didn't even remember her. But he did kiss her… maybe he likes me too! But yet, she knew she didn't just like him. She was in love. But it was over. She was probably dead. It felt like it anyways. If not, then her father would return and do it. There was no chance….. "Kookie…?" it drifted through her barrier of fogginess for only a brief echo of a moment, and then vanished, but she could recognize it; she would know it from a million others'. It was the voice that made her heart melt. Could it be true? Was it Him? She tried earnestly to open her eyes, to wake up from this haze, now that she had the willpower, she knew she could. A force within her, stronger than any fist, broke through and her eyes were thrown open. All was out of focus, but her senses were awake instantly. She was on a bed, and still in numbing pain. Aches everywhere. But there he was.
Sitting over her, looking more hopeful than concerned, but she felt herself sobbing anyway. Throwing herself into his arms she felt his shock. His body relaxed. "You did it. You've saved me…." she whispered weakly into his exposed ear. She felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and, happy, she fell backwards into a dreamless, comforting sleep-
Please stay until I'm gone
I'm here hold onto me I'm right here
Waiting and take
My one last breath
And don't forget that I will be right here
Waiting
TBC!! .
Author's Note 2: are you all terribly mad at me? I'm sorry, but I have two other stories to update! But I love you all, sooo much, and PLEASEEEEEEEE REVIEW ME!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!! Man, I'm waaayyyy too desperate. (went back and re-soaced some chappies. they were icky to look at...)
-Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
PS: Expect more soon!