Kagome nodded sadly, in understanding and basically in shock about how his own flesh and blood had treated him, lower than dirt. She would have loved to meet her father, but she was glad she knew one thing he loved the idea of having a young daughter and he picked her beautiful name for her. Kagome just quietly finished of the bread in front of her, only imaging the gruesome picture of his father with a beer bottle in his hand screaming at the top of his lungs. She couldn't imagine any father like that, she didn't understand how a father who was so loving and caring could torment him like that? His hands just stared at the rusted color beer sitting in the glass, drinking it down until there was no more left. Kagome thought maybe his drinking problems started when he was young, with the crap he was going through in his childhood. His rough hands wiped the foam from the corners of his mouth, sighing from the memories that caused him to feel worthless. His hands just messed up his hair jokingly, trying to laugh off the pain she knew he was trying to hide just like everyone else did. She didn't understand why anyone would hide something, that was already out in the open. "Well just be glad you had one that cared about actually raising a family, and cared about having kids. Kagome you're a beautiful girl. Too bad your father didn't get to see. But take this from any father, he was proud he had a daughter."
Kagome gave a enlighten smile, short on words after he brought all the complicated problems and issues back in front of her face. It was one of those things, where you wanted to just get off the conversation before the hot tears and anger would likely hit both of them hard. She thought only people who deserved pain got it, but it seemed certain people never got what they truly deserved. She wished, that the lady at the orphanage would have gotten her just desserts. At least they both tried to put her into her place. She could still feel the marks and bumps left on her skin, feeling like a beaten punching bag than anything else. Her fingers gently touched the bloody scar she left, and her leg sometimes would give out now and then after the damage she had received from her damned hands. Her hands just twirled around the straw that sat floating in her soda, seeing people coming out and going from the restaurant. "I hope so." Kagome thought, while Mark threw down his cash and the coins while it hit the marble colored counter. Kagome never tasted great food in her life, not after the revolting paste she tasted in her mouth. Mark just threw on his brown leather jacket noticing the breeze howling outside, while the trees violently swayed back and forth.
"Maybe he was wrong about Mark. He's a good father. He doesn't trust him, not after the things he went through. I just wish he'd give them both of chance to prove they are loving parents. Mark has gone through the same pain, and understands it. I wish he'd stop thinking about his damn past and move on!!" Kagome could hear herself scream, not seeing a single thing wrong with Mark at all. He was a young husband, but he seemed committed to being a father more than any guy at his age would be. They would probably still be high school guys at the rate they were going. No guy his age would want to even think about starting a family that young. That surprised Kagome in the most interesting way. She knew not a lot of guys grew up to have a family, or even understand what love and family truly required and was about. Mark seemed like he did.She thanked him for him taking her out of the hell hole she began to rot in. She didn't understand why he wasn't so thankful for his release out of that hell. It was like opening a cage for a beaten animal that didn't want to run to freedom. She didn't understand why he was holding back on her, and why he couldn't take good things for what they really were. It seemed he was just expecting the worst out of everything that made everyone smile. Kagome could see her breath dance around in the air, almost like she recently blowing smoke from a cigarette. Her hair from her neck stood on end, while Mark bit down on his lip trying to forget something he'd never put behind him. His lips was sure enough bleeding, wiping the sweat from his hair line. "Kagome, come on." He said brutally waving his hand tiresomely towards his bright yellow car that seemed dull in the darkness of the night.
Kagome looked through the sun roof that was open, noticing how much time had spun by, without her even being aware of it. She could only look up to the sky, seeing the stars that actually appeared through the bright lit city. She could feel the warmth coming off of the heaters, while the vehicle came to life the instant he switched the keys into ignition. She seemed quite taken by the stars above, it had been long time since she saw the stars without seeing them through a window. She wished he could trust the exact same people she did, but she forgot sometimes what an immature ass he could truly be. She was always fooled by his nice acts, or his looks and it seemed sometimes he'd even stab her in the back if the chance was given. Kagome hands touched the window, seeing her icy cold breath fog up the windows, like stem in the bathroom. "I don't know what is his problem anymore! He always seem to have something up his ass!Why can't he take what he can get without pushing the people that care about him? It's almost like he's given up on himself..Knowing him if he had a choice, he'd probably rather rot in the orphanage than live a normal life...."
His chocolate brown eyes, looked eerier in the dark when the moon light shone upon him. His back pack was barely hanging over his shoulder, and his rough arms held the heavy bag packed with huge text books forgetting what school was actually like. His darkened black hair flew lifelessly in the wind, for once hoping he could greet Kagome's happy face once again. As much as he didn't want to admit it, her smile did a lot underneath and he needed to hear her sweet calming voice, after the stunning things he went through. His fists curled, having the slightest flash back in the back of his head. His knuckles were bloody and bruised enough as it was, from the torment and abuse he took for being the new guys in the high school. "She thinks this is pretty normal living here!? She's gotta be out of her freaking mind!! She makes it sound like it's everything is normal. I've already got enough shit to deal with. I've already got enough damn detentions for something I didn't do! Kagome better be home, so I can talk to her." His face was reddened, ready to explode ready to knock something in with his fists. His eyes narrowed from the thought, walking through the hideous fog seeing the little cottage house in his sight.
His hands gently grasped the brass knob, and all he could taste and smell was the wood that the house consisted of. His back pack was ready to snap his spine in half, with the pressure digging into him. His chocolate eyes widened, only seeing that the door was unlocked and one single light from the kitchen illuminated the entire door way he was standing near. His hands whipped the heavy bag off, hearing the sounds of laughter knowing the television was on also. "Anyone home?" His voice echoed and only he could hear the sound from the television, and his deepened voice bouncing back to him. "Kagome's not here. Her shoes are gone as well as Mark's. Damnit! Where the hell would he have taken her?! She better be god damn alright." He threw off his black wore down style shoes he had received, feeling the plush carpet underneath his heavy feet. He ventured through the whole house searching frantically for anyone even in the house, let alone leave the door unlocked.
He found himself in front of the television, noticing only the shadows making silhouettes of the lamp and the long fern plant that was the hideous thing he'd ever seen. He could defiantly tell she designed the whole place, and it was revolting to his eyes. The hideous excuse for a lady didn't have any taste what so ever. His rough hands grasped onto the dial turning off what looked like boring soap operas, that would make anyone wanna keel over and die. Suddenly, he saw a light flicker behind him,that made his head cock around noticing the wife sitting there;with her legs one over the other. Her face looked pale and emotionless, but for some reason he felt an angered vibe from her. One, that made any child tremble knowing they had they face where they were ready to ring their necks. When he looked at her, she looked like a Barbie doll; with all the plastic surgery to make her look youthful. His face cringed, not knowing what to expect from the mother, because she was still a mere stranger. He knew damn well she wasn't going to be considered no mother to him either.
"So trouble maker. I just got a phone call from the high school explaining that you were late for almost all your classes, and already starting fights. Am I right?" Her soft sweet voice disappeared, glaring at him full of hatred and it didn't seem because of the high school problems either. Her frail hand sipped the wine back graciously, grasping the magazine in her hands knowing she was angry more than ever. His long black hair was swayed in all different directions, noticing her expression hadn't changed when she looked into his eyes. It didn't seem like she wanted a young son at all. He seemed like he had only been taken in from Kagome's pleading and he was at the point where he wanted out, but he needed to change Kagome's mind. Something didn't feel right at all. Maybe he was over reacting about Mark at least, but her, she was a different story. "I didn't start that! It's a lie!!" He yelled directly in her face, noticing the sickening, face she displayed only towards him. "Really? Not if you decide to knock some teenagers senseless. Let's get one thing straight around here. I don't tolerate that kind of behavior. Your mother must have raised you quite lousy if your like this. I don't know what kind of mother would make her child deranged, and defiantly defiant and anger problems. I guess your mother didn't know how to raise a child properly, maybe that's why she took you to that orphanage to rot there."
He could see the laughter she hid from him, with her frail hands and arms she looked like death compared to her husband. Kagome thought she was the sweetest mother that she ever came across, but he came to differ. She didn't like her fake smiles, and how she was too nice and it wasn't just annoyance either. It seemed her nice routine was just around her husband and her new daughter Kagome. He began to realize now his mistake. That he was an outsider and could tell from her tone and the look of hate dancing in her eyes. He felt time stand still, the moment her sweet sickened voice trailed through his ear about his mother. She knew damn well nothing about her, and was hurt enough with the memories knowing she lied to him and left him there to perish and fend for himself. His face was turning bloody red, seeing her just swig the wine around in her crystal glass seeing the satisfied look on her face. Maybe it was the wine, but he doubt even if she was intoxicated she could never even say that sentence with a straight face. His teeth could only bare at her, she didn't know where she was going with this. He wasn't going to allow some stranger to pretend to be a god damn mother to him and especially to Kagome. "You bitch.. Don't you dare even say anything. You don't know shit about how I was raised or my god damn mother." His mouth sternly told the words, feeling his stomach feel uneasy while he looked at the satisfied face on the old hag.
She gently placed the crystal glass down on the coaster, gently lifting herself up gracefully from the soft white couch that seemed like a waste of money. Her frail hands tightly grasped his black tore shirt, seeing his eyes open wide noticing just was going to happen just glancing into her cold icy blue colored eyes. He felt the desperate tug getting tighter around his neck, smelling the nasty taste of wine on her breath. He was tempted to hit her with his fists, even if she was a girl. Her lips whispered in his ears almost feeling her lips practically against his ear when she fluently spoke. "Listen. I'm your mother now so your going to obey my rules in this house. I could have let you rot in that orphanage, until the rats eat through the bone. You should be damn happy that you have real food, real parents." His rough voice butted in, feeling the blood pulse through his veins uncontrollably tempted to smack her directly down seeing it replay in his mind. She deserved it, and she didn't need to play pretend giving Kagome false hope and happiness with her either. She wasn't safe with her, and he was going to make sure they'd get out the minute he'd latch onto her arms. "Ha, you my mother? Don't push your luck."
Her grip got tighter for the smart ass comment, seeing the devilish grin plastered on his pale bloody face. Her long fake nails stretched a mile long from what he could see, and she was a psycho seeing her neck strain and her eyes bulge out. Sweat was on her forehead, hearing her teeth grind against each other painfully. "One rule in this house sweetheart. Don't you yell back at me..." He noticed the tainted look in her eyes, just like people from the horror movies with the hateful look ready to murder someone. Her hands released him, pushing him back with extreme force. His chocolate eyes widened like he felt a stab through his stomach, flying over the glass table while she could only watch with a smile on her face. No body could consider her a mother. He only worried about Kagome's well being. He knew how she was already growing attach to this place, and he needed to change her mind quickly. His body was already limp, feeling his head knock into the television screen whimpering from him hurling into it. His eyes could hardly stay open, seeing the mother bend over him while he felt completely still like he couldn't move any part of his body. "Well that's what you get, for being like this." His head felt heavy grasping the carpet with his fingers, feeling like he had only a couple lives left until he'd actually be dead. " I gotta tell Kagome. We were just as unsafe as we were in the orphanage. She never wanted me here. They only brought me along for Kagome's sake. I need to change her mind, and leave as soon as we can. I don't want to let Kagome down. She's finally happy with this family, but I'm afraid they might hurt her. I'm not gonna let her life get bad as mine is. Hopefully she'll believe me. She has to."
( Well the happiness comes and it goes. You'll see how things go. Might be for better or for worse. Never know.. Please R&R)