Crash
Chapter Four: Darkened Secrets
Crash! The tree fell to the ground and Hiei jumped back down next to me. I clapped, still in awe at Hiei and Shuichi's powers. I had been learning how to use my skills with the sword and spirit energy for six months, two weeks, three day, and 5 hours. I had gotten to know, and like, Jin and Touya. But, al though my life there was getting better, my life at home was getting much worse. Since I was getting home late and leaving late, and I would always be exhausted when I got home, my father thought I was some kind of prostitute or something, so I was being beaten and raped more often. Also, I knew my mother was thinking about killing herself.
"Cris are you even listening to me?" Genkai's voice broke me out of the thoughts and I looked at the old women.
"No." I answered truthfully. Genkai sighed and pointed to a tree. "Cut it down." She demanded. I looked at Genkai questioningly. "With what? I don't have my Katana." Genkai shrugged and leaned back in her chair. "You have 15 minutes."
"WHAT?" I yelled, then rolled my eyes and looked at the tree. I could feel Hiei, Shuichi, Jin, and Touya's eyes all on me. I stamped the ground in frustration, then stared at the tree, as if my eyes could cut it down. "Come on, how am I supposed to cut you down?" I whispered, stepping up to the tree and tracing the bottom with my finger. I had seen Touya freeze trees, Jin knock them over with wind, Shuichi cut them with his whip, and Hiei burn them. But I couldn't control elements. I couldn't do much.
"I could sing for it! That would defiantly kill it off. " I said, loud enough for the boys to hear. There was a chuckle from Jin. "You know. I really don't want to cut you down anyway. I really don't see a point in killing something as beautiful as you." I said to the tree, making a nice conversation. "Anyway, Tree's help people breath. Right? Right. So why would anyone want to cut down a tree? But I guess I have to. You know Genkai; she's always so . . . pushy." I silently laughed.
"2 minutes." Genkai yelled. I rolled my eyes and kicked the tree. "It's impossible!" I yelled back, but still stuck to trying to find a way.
"Times up!" Genkai said, standing up. I turned around and smiled pathetically. "Sorry, I couldn't cut it down. But what was I supposed to do?" I asked, walking over to them. Genkai smiled.
"You weren't supposed to cut it down, but it proved your determination." She said, walking into the place. I, and the boys, stared at her back. "WHAT! She just made me talk to a tree for nothing!" Jin laughed and put an arm around my shoulder. I looked at Jin and smiled sweetly.
"It's okay Lass, Genkai is like that. But this means you can go home early." Jin said. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah right. I can't go home just like that." I said looking at Shuichi.
"You have to go home, you can't go anywhere else." Shuichi said taking me from Jin's arm and then starting to walk me home.
Once we got to my house, I bowed to Shuichi, then opened the door and went in. Dad wasn't around, but my mother was sitting on the couch, watching a movie. Whenever I saw my mother I was reminded of a porcelain doll. She was so fragile, and when left a lone she was beautiful and petite, but when my father was around one little think could break her. Yeah, my mother was a porcelain doll. We looked a lot alike, though her hair wasn't washed out and pale. She was so beautiful, could get any guy to fall in love with her, and yet she picked my father. I shook my head and walked up to my room and looked into the mirror. My spirit dropped every time I looked into a mirror. Just remembering that I was so ugly, and I would never get a boyfriend or anything. It's not like I was fat or anything, no I ran a lot, and I could fight, not well, but I could. But I just was ugly. And yet I was the girl that was hanging out with four hot boys. I laughed.
The crib that Zaku and Riin used was still in my room, just as a reminded as to what I was still living for. I sighed and pulled out the knife from the wooden trunk at the side of my bed. "One for the money." I said making a slit on my wrist. The seductive pleasure ran through my body, yet there was an after feel. Like a pain that I had never felt before, coming from the symbol I 'drew' on my hand.
"Cris you need to take off that hoody. You can't fight in it. And you wear it all the time." Touya was saying a couple of days later. I shook my head, too embarrassed for Touya, Jin and Genkai to find out about my cutting problem. And I didn't have any long sleeve shirts, so I have to wear a tank top. "Please?" Touya asked. I shook my head even more. Shuichi, Hiei, Jin, and Genkai were standing a little farther away, talking about something and not watching us. Touya rolled his eyes and walked over to me, then pulled off the hoody with very little trouble.
I looked to the ground, taking a deep breath, waiting for a reacting, waiting for Touya to hate me. "Why do you have scars all over your arms? We haven't done anything that bad in training, have we?" He asked. I shook my head and looked up at Touya. His eyes widened. The icy electrifying eyes. "You're a cutter?"
"You know what cutters are?" I asked surprised. "No matter what world you're from, there will be cutters." Touya said. I nodded and pouted. Touya laughed. "You look like a guilty little kid." He said. I smiled a bit. "So, you don't hate me? Or think I'm selfish?"
"You may not be the smartest kid with Academics, but you have common sense. And I'm sure you have a reason, even if I would never understand it." Touya said, looking at Shuichi and Hiei. "Do they know? You seem really close to Kurama, and he really cares. . . So you should tell him."
"He knows. He found out, and I tell him everything. But sometimes I feel like I dump all my problems on him, and after I found out about his problem, I guess I've stopped telling him, we've stopped meeting on Saturdays, and I've been cutting more. . . Why did I just tell you all that?" I sighed and looked at Shuichi. Touya laughed and whispered in my ear. "You had better be careful at who you stare at. Demons can look through all your shields." I turned and looked at him innocently.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked. Touya shrugged and took my hand. "So, do you mind if I ask about what's so wrong about your life that you cut?" he asked. I looked up at Touya, his eyes like a frozen death. "I. . . My dad."
"Oh." Touya smiled and looked at me, as if that was enough to make him understand. I nodded and put back on my hoody. "Thanks. You're a good friend." I said. There was a long silence, until I finally spoke again.
"I know nothing about you and Jin and Hiei and Shuichi. And you don't know anything about me." I stated. Touya nodded and waited for me to go on. "Well, I want to learn more about you four." I finished. Touya laughed.
"Okay, tomorrow come up and instead of training, we can talk." Touya said. I smiled and then got back to training.
The next day I got up and hiked up to Genkai's temple. Shuichi hadn't been at my door that day, so I just decided to go ahead. When I got to the temple I knocked on the door. No answer. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. It seemed like my heart just sunk into my stomach. I was looking forward to learning about all the guys. And no one was home. . .
I sighed and walked away, on the long trail back and some where along the way I started to cry. It wasn't like me to cry for something this small. I was 17. After 12 years of dealing with my dad, I was strong enough to only cry when he hurt me. Not that I was immune to stuff. Any one could hurt me, but my feelings were always kept secret from the world. But I was one of the kinds of kids that would accept the facts of the world. I knew I wasn't beautiful, or even pretty, and I accepted it. I knew I wasn't smart in school, and I couldn't draw or sing, and I accepted it.
In 7th grade I had a friend that didn't accept anything. She was. . . Pure evil. She always made her life so depressing, as if that was cool, and she knew nothing about the real pain of bad lives. She said her parents hated her, and they didn't care what her feelings were. And yet every time someone made her cry, her parents would call up that person and tell then to stay away from their daughter. It was really annoying, since I had to stand around and pretend like her life was better then mine. One day I just had enough and we weren't friends anymore. And she still annoyed me, and I still hated her.
Soon I got back to my house and sat on the couch. Mom was in her room sleeping, and Dad was out getting more beer. I curled up and started at a half-empty beer bottle. Almost magically, I started to reach and I took the bottle and but it up to my lips. The smell was un-bearable, but the thought of getting drunk seemed to in light me. The only thing I felt was the sting of cold knifes sticking my throat as I sipped down the last of the beer. The front door opened and slammed as my dad walked in and put a cold hand on my shoulder. I dropped the bottle and the familiar sound of crashing glass rung in my ears.
"What are you trying to do? Get drunk and go out again with those boys?" He asked throwing me into the couch. I looked at my dad in fear, tears coming to my eyes. My dad smirked and put the beer down, then sat in front of me. "Why do you have fun with them, and yet never with me?" He asked, grabbing a beer and drinking it down. I shivered. "Why do you like me better then mom? She's the pretty one." I said my voice barley a whisper.
"She fights back. You on the other hand. . ." He said with a loud laugh. I looked at my dad with wide eyes. Before I had always thought it was because I was younger, but no, it was because I was weak. It was weird from me to hear that. I wasn't weak, I wasn't strong, but I did struggle with my dad . . . No, I never struggled. I had given that up when I had found out it was no use. My tears fell; everything was a blur to me. Bit I could feel my dads hands tracing my body. I could tell he was drinking too. It wasn't the drunkenness that made him so evil; it was just how he was. And I couldn't get away this time, I was stuck.
"Open your eyes Cris." My dad said his voice next to my ear. I followed his orders, and looked at him. He was lying next to me, both of us on the ground. I had blacked out, but now that I was awake I felt the glass in my arm. My dad had broken a bottle on me and now I was bleeding. But to him that didn't matter. He was drink now; he was ready to get what he wanted. I could feel his hand moving up my thigh. Most of the time I would have blacked out by now. But for some reason I couldn't. He hadn't done this for three months, and it was almost too new for me. I was used to Touya, Jin, Hiei, or Shuichi's hands, their nice soothing touch as they taught me. My dad's skin was rough and hot. He was strong, and he used his strength.
"Dad, please don't. . ." I pleaded, looking him in the eyes. "Why not? You don't like having older men? You're used to those young hot boys that pay you?" He asked his voice hollow. I shook my head, if only I could have used the excuse that I was a virgin. But my dad knew that wasn't true, though I had never been raped or slept with anyone other then him. He thought I was a prostitute. He thought that a girl as ugly as me could get hot young guys to sleep with.
"Cris don't try to act innocent. You just do this with me, and I'll let you go do it with as many guys as you want. You're 15; you must want to have some sex." He said, his brown eyes holding a weird fire.
"I'm 16, and I don't want to. Not with you." I said. My dad laughed again and started to pull down my pants with one hand, and the other one was used to feel my breast. And, as if an angel had heard my prayers, there came a knock at the door. My dad stopped for a moment, but he didn't get up. Another knock. Mom come down stairs, she saw us and stumbled down the last two steps.
"Don't just stand there, get the door." My dad said, whispering. "Fucking bitch." My mother nodded and walked to the door and opened it. I listened closely, wandering who could be there.
"Hello is Cris there?" A male's voice said. There was a pause, my mother must have been thinking, I know she cared about me, and if it had been a different situation my mother would have let me escape. But dad was on top of me and didn't look like he was going to move.
"Uh, she is, but she's. . . Just busy. Can I tell her that you stopped by?" My mother said.
"Well, this is kind of an emergency. Can I just speak with her for a second?" He asked, the voice seemed somewhat familiar, I had heard him before, just my father hadn't been breathing into my ear then.
"Let me check." My mother said, then came into view. "Is it okay if Cris talks to this person?" My father sat up and glared at my mother. I stood up and fixed up my pants and shirt, then walked to the door, wiping away my tears.
"Touya? What the hell are you doing here? At my house?" I asked, looking out into the night. "And how did it get so dark?" Touya laughed and took my hand, then took me out the door; I shut the door behind us.
"Come with me. We have to talk to you." Touya said, dragging me through town and into a forest at the edge of town. He took me to a clearing, where Shuichi, Hiei, Jin, and two other guys were standing. One of the guys had a blue Mohawk, and he was tall and muscle. The other one was a little kid, with brown hair and three red stars under his eye.
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