Kagome couldn't even look at the bloody ocean on the floor. It made her sick feeling like a murderer for what she just did to him. She realized he'd never forgive her, not for hurting him or making him bleed. Her hands just covered her mouth disgusted with herself, realizing everything all at once. Her head just hung low into her knees whimpering wishing she could pound herself what she brought herself to do, without realizing it. "I can't believe I did that to him! I didn't mean to hurt him, I really didn't!"
Kagome yelled to herself between whimpers, with her eyes glazing over with fresh new salty tears.Breaking his loyal promise she wouldn't cry anymore.
Mark lifted himself off the leather chair he claimed. Hearing faint smashing noises and whimpering over riding the loud, pumped up noise of the car races flying down the tracks grabbing another fresh cold beer in his greedy hands. He felt cold liquid touch the tips of his toes, looking around noticing the whole beautiful kitchen was twisted upside down. Seeing his young daughter whimpering, with no sign of his angered son anywhere. "What the hell happened!?" Mark raspy voice managed to yell, with the taste of beer on his breath just noticing the blood floating in the ocean mixed with milk from the cereal.. He dropped his beer on the kitchen counter, rushing over with Kagome afraid she'd be beaten for what she caused in the kitchen. Her head sorrowfully lifted up, while Mark gotten down one knee lifting up her chin trying to calm her down. He tried to figure out what made the kitchen they way it looked. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to..." Kagome sniffed thinking they'd likely have her head on a silver platter, or better yet throw them back into that bloody orphanage where they found them rotting. His ivory colored eyes showed compassion. Holding her hand tightly caressing her hair while lifting her up from the soaked, nasty floor. "Kagome darling, don't worry about it. I'll clean it up. Your not in trouble." She began to nervously laugh, relieved that she wasn't on the hook or going to get punished for all this hell they made.
Kagome grabbed the tissue he pulled from his jean pockets, wiping the salty tears that made her feel weak and helpless. Kagome nodded. Sniffling while he strolled in the closest grabbing a mop soaking up the blood. She grabbed the shards of glass. She knew cut him pretty good from the blood she saw on the floor. Kagome wiped her last tear, throwing the tissue into the garbage, thinking he was pretty reasonable and understanding for letting her go like that. Kagome pitched in grabbing the glass shards feeling herself pricking her fingers, while the young husband finally finished moping the soaked floor making it cleaner than ever before. Kagome held her fingers tightly forgetting how much even a small cut on the finger hurt. Mark gently grabbed her by the hand, lifting out a chair for her seeing the tears gradually disappearing from blurring over her hazel eyes. His hands gently brought her against his toned hard chest, feeling his rough bread against her cheek. "Kagome, what the hell happened?!" Mark sounded concern, while she sighed seeing everything was back in order, with a couple things missing that were broken.
"Well I had a fight with him that's all. I didn't realize what I did until afterwards. I'm really sorry." Kagome's voice was full of sorrow, while Mark gently rubbed her back trying to ease the tension and pain that was on her shoulders. Mark eyes brightened smugly noticing the blood that drenched her plain white shirt that was once her school uniform at her old school she missed and adored. "Kagome, how about you get cleaned up. Your stained in blood." Kagome's head immediately looked down gazing at the blood she was covered in from his own. She nodded rushing upstairs into the bathroom, whipping off her shirt throwing herself into the beautiful jet spa bathtub ready to throw up from staring at the thick, moist blood drenched in her shirt. " His blood..it's even all over my body and my shirt.." Kagome grabbed the dove soap they had, washing every inch of her body over hoping the nasty smell and the stains would come off of her.
Gross enough, she saw the clear water she was bathing in turning red jumping from the tub draining it in a spilt second. Her hands just clamped over her mouth, throwing her head back lifting up the toilet lid feeling her stomach washing back and forth like she was sea sick.
Kagome flushed the toilet, throwing on her plush blue pajamas bottoms and threw her tight comfortable orange t-shirt that she use to use as her gym outfit. Finally, she smelt good and refreshed walking downstairs seeing the sun was still shining it's brightest beaming through the crystal windows. Mark could hear her heavy feet against the kitchen titles, with a gracious grin flipping through the channels until he saw beautiful fast cars and people shooting guns catching his evil eye. His finger coaxed her to come over into the living room laughing wildly. "Kagome, while your in the kitchen can you grab me another beer? It's my last one anyways." Kagome noticed three beers bottles already drank in less than three hours and surprised he hadn't hit the floor already. Kagome nodded grabbing an ice cold one, passing it to him while she sat against the floor while he laid stretched out on the white sofa. "Your not gonna tell Marla what happened are you?" Kagome curiously asked. She had a feeling if a mother would find out, she'd hang her for sure. Mark drizzled it down his throat like it was water, and threw it back on the side table. "Hell no! She'd flip out on me, and probably whoever did it. I wouldn't worry though. If it looks clean to her, your alright." Kagome silently nodded watching the dull movie, that guys tend to enjoy. Her hands faintly held her head up sighing. "I hope he's alright..I know I didn't mean to hurt him..."
He his huge new bulky black backpack slung over his shoulders, holding his left arm forgetting actually how much blood he lost. His mouth still laid open wide, replaying her whipping him violently back with force feeling the shards of glass cutting open his face, and his previous wound that had been stitched in the worst way on his stomach. The dry blood caked over his tanned face, groaning never thought something would happen like this. "Kagome..I didn't mean to hurt you.. God damn it that bitch is strong. I was just trying to warn her that's all! Once again, I'm the outsider. The parents hate my guts, they only wanted Kagome to themselves until she begged them to let me join. I just want her to be safe. I've been with a family that seemed nice, that left the wound that's stitched. That father sliced my chest open, bastard. What did I do to deserve this?" His hands gingerly touched his torn stomach, held together with the stitches that looked like barbed wire sticking out, ready to undo it's self at any given moment. His eyes gazed at the huge high school he'd be attending, "New Brook High school." It read clearly, catching his breath and strongly bracing himself into the new surroundings.
Kagome began to grow tired of the movie, while Mark began slapping his knee screaming at the tv when the car chase scenes got intense and dragged on completely. He seemed completely brain dead when it came to those movies, or maybe he had one too many beers like the last couple of hours. "Come on go faster!! No turn dumb asses!!" He screamed at the tv louder like it had ears to him. He only stared aimlessly at Kagome, at the beauty dressed in the comfortable lounging around clothes with her black hair tied up gently letting down. His eyes frantically jumped from the movie, towards her seeing her worried and scared hoping he'd come back, and that she would be forgiven for her actions. His ivory colored eyes flickered like a lit candle, seeing her hands gently holding up her face with guilt that she was more of the monster than he'd ever be.
"I was wrong. I deserve to go back to the orphanage if anything. I can't believe I said that after he stuck by me. He doesn't think he's wanted in the first place and my actions just made it worse? What happens if he never comes back?! Kagome, you stupid girl you can't think like this. Maybe I'm over reacting, and I hope he isn't gone..."
Kagome smell Mark's beer breath almost like she could taste it in her mouth. It had the musty, unpleasant smell of cigarettes and ashtrays the same discomfort of being around people who did that to themselves. His massive hands grabbed her by the waist rubbing his fingers up and down, that made Kagome's heart unexpectedly pound right through her chest begging to get out. She almost lost her breath, turning towards the young father's direction laughing at the nervous jump she gave like he was a murder sneaking up on her. "Relax Kags. You need to loosen up abit." His deepened mysterious voice beckoned her, like it was easy enough for her too. Kagome just shoved his hands away. She didn't want to be comforted and didn't want to feel like she was smothered like a blanket either. He was already pushing his way of becoming her father roughly, and Kagome wouldn't allow him to no matter of his attempts to win her over as the true little angel they saw in their eyes. They were wrong. Both of them. "I'm just fine alright!" Her anger splattered out of her mouth like she was trying to keep inside the demon within her. Mark just grabbed the remote flicking it off with a press of a button, noticing the bitter sweet face she made with her lips and her narrowing her hazel eyes. Anyone could be mesmerized by it.
Mark just zipped up his fly from his torn white splattered jeans, from his workplace on specializing with beautiful cars which explained why he adored them so much. His huge masculine hands scratched his rough beard, feeling it tickle his hands when he touched it ever so gently. His eyes fearfully stared straight through her, seeing his ivory eyes dance insanely making her fear the look that hazed in his eyes. She thought maybe his drinks were starting to take affect on him at an alarming rate, or something was wrong from him from the start. Mark just flew graciously from his green sofa chair, grabbing the cold keys that laid in his greedy palms. His hands placed his fingers softly to her lips shaking his head, with a tainted look in his green colored eyes. He could feel her soft lips against his rough fingers trying to do the best for his young daughter, which was a angel none the less to both of them. He knew she deserved to be treated like one too. "Kags, darling. We don't need to get all mad. How about we go somewhere to eat out? Sound good to you? I need something soak up all the beer I drank anyways!" Mark said trying to keep positive and upbeat, trying to cast a magical smile on his young daughter's bitter sweet looking face. Kagome felt uncomfortable for a moment, when she felt his roughen fingers to her lips. She didn't know what to expect after all the beers he had guzzled down like she did with water. Kagome was relieved when she notice he could actually stand properly, and could stare without drifting off into some other unknown place.
Kagome gave a sigh, smelling musty cigarettes from his red and blue plaid shirt knowing he was a drinker and a smoker. The worst combination she thought. She didn't know what was going to kill him first. His outrageous drinking, or the tar filling up his lungs. His car key jingled smacking the other keys while he walked, grasping the bronze wore down handle. She could see Mark was still a young guy, and she still didn't understand the marriage and the age between them. "You coming sweetheart, or you gonna sit here and rot until your brother comes home?" Kagome just shook her head laughing it off while feeling the plush, velvet feeling carpet. "He's right. Maybe have a good time. Lately, I haven't had time to. Ever since I lived in the orphanage nothing seemed normal. This is my chance to get my life back on track isn't it? I'll worry about him though. All I can hope he'll come home. I hope you do..."
Kagome coughed from the smell that disgusted her, and fixed her piercing ivory colored skirt heading at a slow pace to the door. Her eyes just thankfully met with his, and with Mark she began to see him as a father figure. She never had a father anyways. It hurt her, because her father died before she was even born. She never got to touch or see his face, maybe only pictures. Knowing her "brother" he'd probably get mad at her for trusting any of the parents, he never trusted to begin with. Kagome could only shoot a bright beaming smile at Mark, seeing him flick back his bangs of ruffled brown hair. "You need a good time, after the shit you've been through. Am I right?" Kagome felt the chilling cool breeze fly beneath her, making her teeth chatter and her lips as blue as the pastel colored looking sky. Kagome watched the tall pine trees dance over head then back to the black brand new paved driveway. "Ya, I guess I do need a break. It's hard getting use to everything here though." Mark just mysteriously grabbed his black sun shades seeing a tinted bluish- violet reflection of her as though it was like looking into his real eyes. His thumb flickered onto the remote control while the garage slowly opened, unveiling the supped up sunshine colored viper hidden in the shadows.
His hands opened the passenger side, seeing the smiling forming from his lips like it was his own baby he adored and cherished. She had new coat of wax on it, and the sunroof over head and beautiful leather seats. "Here you go. Believe me, you'll get use to everything Kags. You just need a tour that's all. This baby will help us out with it." Kagome felt herself slide back into the swanky seats, while Mark just grabbed the steering wheel firmly with his foot anxiously resting on the gas petals. She felt the beautiful car move from the driveway, finding themselves on the quiet little street to the eatery he had in mind. She felt her hair gust up from the wind, trying to hold it down with her bare hands.
" Kagome, just let your hair go. It's gonna get tangled regardless. That's why my wife hates riding in this car. It ruins her beautiful blonde hair." He mentioned with a giddy girlish voice making fun of his own wife. "We'll be at the eatery in less then ten minutes. Might as well get use to everything around ya, eh Kagome?" Kagome placed her hands crossed, nodding seeing him point out the parks, the bike trails, and the beautiful lake aside from the smoggy disgusting city. Kagome could see young people holding hands, and business people rushing to work. "I guess so." She said timidly, while the car calmly pulled into the little parking stops, gazing at the fancy lights from the dinner place.
"This is the eatery?" Kagome noticed the fanciness. A place, where couples would go to eat instead of a father, daughter thing. Mark could only give those million dollar looks stars would give you if you went to see them in person, or get them to sign an autograph. "Ya it's the place. Alittle fancy. But I think my daughter deserves the best." He was trying his best to make her feel comfortable and at home, but that was a feeling that would never be put to rest. She saw the fancy lighting like alittle Italian eatery, with outside balances and serving the most expensive dish money could buy. She thought maybe a pizza place, or some sport bar but this she didn't think he'd go the extra mile for her. Her hazel eyes gazed through the transparent window, walking into the conversations that all sounded like noise, and classic music played from the small speakers. Mark just strolled on in, noticing the sport bar that laid to the far right side with the sports games playing of football. "Greatest place in town Kagome to eat. Believe me." He could only smile wider, with his hands resting on her shoulder getting shown to a booth near the sports bar. It really didn't surprise Kagome that much, since you could smoke and drink in that area.
Kagome tried shaking the intoxicating thoughts, hoping she could set them aside and have a good time, regardless what he would say about these parents. His hands just played around with his bronze colored watch, waiting for the small dish food while gently he cleared his throat grabbing her attention. "Bet ya your father didn't do this stuff for ya." Mark wasn't try to be mean, but the blank face on Kagome said it all. It was one of those conversations where they were poking into the wrong direction without realizing it, something hard enough for to explain when everyone assumed she had a father. Kagome's eyes began to shine like tears were ready to flow, just waiting for the moment to be called upon. She felt her throat become dry, looking in other directions hoping something else would interrupt this but nothing seemed to. Her eyes sadly looked down as only the other conversations danced through their ears. "Why did he have to ask that...Every since I was young there was a point where I tell everyone I had no father.. hurts me enough, that I don't even have one. Mark, well he won't take place as a father.. he can't..when I knew I had one..." Mark could see her playing with her hands fidgeting while her eyes didn't dare to make contact, just in case streaming hot tears ran down her face. "Well..I..he couldn't of... He was dead before I was alive..."
Mark felt bad that he brought up something that upset her, but he wouldn't have known anyways unless she spoke up. Finally, the food arrived on the little plates of bread and some beer in a tall glass, while he just nodded and thanks and continued dealing with her. His hands gripped it firmly, placing the glass to his lips letting the beer slowly slide down while her eyes reflected like glass from the tears that were ready to set. His hands just grabbed hers looking down like he was ashamed what he had done to her. "I'm very sorry to hear that Kagome. I didn't mean to upset you. Your not the only who had a father that died."
It seemed now that they were on the topic, it wasn't going to stop. His ivory eyes just danced when he glanced at the foot ball players roaring down the field, and back to the upsetting conversation that Kagome didn't mean to start. His brown hair was filled with sweat, just thinking back to his past and his ungrateful father. One of those fathers, you would never want to even talk about. Or even have memories about. He was filthy, disgusting someone you'd think how could play a father, when he acted nothing like one.
You could tell looking into his eyes, he was scared out of his wits the same face he had when he faced his crazy father. "He wasn't a great father either. I would have be lucky if I didn't know my father. He wasn't a father at all. He hated all my girlfriends, chased them out with broken beer bottles. Had an uncontrollable temper, only I had the guts to speak up and take the beatings. He could be a nice father, but something set him off. When I looked into his eyes, I could see exactly what was about to happen to me. He made me feel everything was my fault, for why he acted like this. I had to live with that fake guilt on my shoulders for years. I trembled beneath his feet, until I realize I couldn't run away anymore." His voice sounded sketchy and emotional, when he talked about his life and his own father, that didn't portray himself as one at all. He would become an out of control demon, waiting to a reason to kill something, or someone. To him, it was like Dr. Jekyll and Dr. Hyde sprung to life."I would have been lucky Kagome, if I didn't know him..." He said with a dry voice, saddened voice.
He loved that book, but he didn't have to read it since he was living the horrible book out in real life. Kagome just felt shocked, herself. She didn't realize how many unfortunate things happened to mere strangers. She thought in her perspective everyone was happy and cursing through life but Mark proved her wrong. She had a different outlook now. It seemed everyone she met, something struck them or shook them from childhood. Something that seemed irreversible. Just like the pain of Mark's, and the pain of her life getting taken away from her. Maybe they weren't all alone....
( Sometimes I feel like a bitch writing this, cause it would be mean if it's real. But still I love writing it, and I'm so happy with the reviews I got so far! Thank you very much to you all of you! Please R&R)