I glimpsed at the clock from my bedside, noticing it was already early morning knowing my father was passed out on the couch probably with the whole case of beer bottles empty. I couldn't last any longer here. Either I'd die, or die trying. My hands ran through lush purple sheets, while I attempt to escape and never come back. My bright orange backpack was already half full with all my dark clothing, grabbing my favorite shirt with the band "Nirvana" written in yellow with their symbol. My oak top dresser was bare, only my bed and my closest seemed like the only thing left that remained in the room. My hands grasped the beautiful picture of my mother, and the photos of Inuyasha and I. My mother had wavy raven black hair, and the picture was beautiful. She had the most gracious smile, holding the bouquet of lavender in the garden that was in full bloom. I love that picture so much, just as much as Inuyasha's.He looked awfully cute in his black muscle shirt and his baggy jeans. His long winter white hair, and his beautiful dark brown cunning eyes. Without him I'd probably end up in an asylum or dead. He's the only one that's keeping me sane, even if I don't feel like I am. I know I'm not. Not when your dealing with a wasted father that beats and abuses you everyday of your life. I could only stare at the picture constantly. It seemed so fake with the smiles you'd rarely catch on our faces. It had been awhile since I smiled, or even laughed with happiness. Usually I'd laugh out of spite, hate or nervousness. Even looking at a still picture of him, made me feel a lot better and made me forget about the hard times we both endured and continued to go through. It seemed like hell never had a start or a ending. He gave me enough hope that I would make it out of here, and soon be free from the beast that was always on a rampage.

My dark violet eyes glimpsed around the room, with my bag tied and secure with everything I could possibly need if I was to venture out, if I was to live on my own. I didn't know where I was going, or didn't really care all. I begged for was to get out and I wasn't going to remain to be a prisoner anymore in this house hold. If I had to live on the streets bare, I would do it in a heart beat. I was fed up enough, and I was going to prove to my father he didn't deserve anyone in his life, not even his own daughter.. I took one last good glimpse in my mirror that laid on my dresser, seeing how skinny I appeared. My skin had the palest complexion ever, nobody's skin could ever look like death like mine did. I was just on the verge of remaining alive, and being on my own now was my own choice if I wanted to live. I tried to save my father countless times, but it seemed I couldn't power him. I tried getting rid of all the alcohol in the house, but that caused me more pain that ever. I remembered clearly he forced his huge hands against my neck, digging his thumb into my side feeling the blood dripping from the corners of my mouth and slowly running out of oxygen. Luckily, I'm still alive. But I don't know if that is considered lucky anymore. When my mother was buried, my father was late to come to my own mother's funeral. It seemed like the bar was more important than his own partner dying. His face showed no pain, or any emotions at all. I clearly remember the day my mother had tragically died. I was abit younger, but after hearing my mother screaming for her life I understood why I was considered screwed up, and my life.

Flashback

"Daddy, you want to see my colorful drawings? I made it just for you!" My father was pretty massive, but he seemed like a gentle soul but I could hardly remember it. My mother had dressed me in a beautiful ivory colored dress with lace that made me look cute and made me look completely innocent than ever. My raven black hair was tied in a bun, showing my father my painting that only looked like colors; Hardly anything you could make out. I enjoyed my father's company than. He use to take me to the park and places so I could play, and spoiled me at times too. The house seemed a lot bigger and actually standing in place then, than it was now. The walls were painted bright green and white that were my mother's favorite colors. On the kitchen table was fresh picked lavender flowers that was as that matched my eyes as well as my mother's. It made the house seem so wonderful and so pleasant. Unlike the rotten smell of wood and beer thrown everywhere. Back when everything seemed prefect, but I didn't realize what horrors things could bring a mere child.

My mother was in the kitchen chopping some herbs on her cutting board, she was always found in the Italian designed kitchen making me dinner or a simple snack. Her head turned around with a beautiful smile on her face, anyone could fall in love with. She could hear my happy, cheerful voice pleased with the drawing that I always showed her first. My father just walked stumbled into the door late, hardly turning the knob properly. His face was white as a ghost, seeing the eerie look that didn't look my dad then. He looked possessed like something had taken over him, and I was pretty nervous the way he walked and gave me this sickening smile. "Daddy, are you alright? Daddy? Daddy!?" His massive hands grabbed my ankles, breathing heavily I didn't know what he was going to do to me, just the look said it all. He reeked of the beer and sweat, and he didn't say a word to me. His thick hands held me down to the floorboards while I could only wail and scream, that's all I could do. The look in his eye, was nothing I'd ever seen before in my life. He was completely gone. The father I once loved inside and out was dead. Completely dead. Nothing but an empty shell, with no love or happiness left. From there on out he was never, ever considered my father again.

My mother could hear my desperate screams, rushing in with anything sharp she could find trying to pry me loose from his insane, tense grip. She was already melting in fear, and her thick, black mascara was running down her face. She seemed completely shattered and struck, and she knew then she had to protect me, even if it meant sacrificing her own life. Her voice screamed, until she jabbed him letting me go finally. I was too scared to leave my mother alone with him, and too scared to leave without her. I stumbled upstairs with fresh tears on my face, telling me not to even dare look back. My body flew full force into the bathroom locking the door, curled up in the corner trying to keep myself sane with my doll. But how could I? My mother's screaming continued, until a smash of glass hit against the floor and no words, or screams came from her. Finally it was over, and my father had murdered her.

End of flashback

My head could only shake trying to rid myself of the pain that intoxicated my mind. How could I take a step backwards at a time like this? My hands nervously edged towards the black colored phone dialing as quick as possible. It was truly my lifeline, and my only lifeline. I could only hear the rings in my ears, holding my bag securely in my lap narrowing my eyes hating the world for hating me. "Inuyasha. I need you now. Where the hell could you be when I need you.." I needed him desperately, more than anyone realized. My eyes lit up when I heard a rough, deepened voice finally picking up the phone at the last minute. My hand grasp the picture of me and him together, I needed to run away with him and never come back ever. I tried to hide my whimpers and the sadness that hid beneath him, but that failed. "Kikyo..Kikyo.. talk to me what's going on?" His voice sounded completely concerned, while I jokingly laughed it off like nothing had happened to me at all. I couldn't lie to him if I tried. Even when I wanted him out of my personal life, I couldn't have the heart to ever say no to him. He cared about me too much, and I realized he was more than I could ever want. My fingers wrapped around the phone cord, grabbing my black jacket preparing myself to escape through the window. "Inuyasha, I can't take this anymore, I just can't. I'm not going to wait around and let my father kill me either. I'm going to run away. I don't care where the hell I'm going, I'm leaving this place. I'm leaving with or without you."

I told him many times I was going to leave, but all of them backfired on me. Complete silence was between us, knowing he was thinking about everything I said that seemed to hit him completely all at once. "Kikyo..Listen, this is crazy. You don't have enough money, and if you didn't I'd give it to you. I don't want you getting hurt and being all by yourself. Who knows what could happen to you! I'm not risking you doing this. I love you too much Kikyo for you to be in the position." I could tell just from his tone he cared too much of me. I saw no other idea at all. All the money I tried to make or keep, was stolen and wasted. My voice was building with anger. I didn't need money, it wasn't completely that huge for me to survive. "You think staying here with my father any longer is going to help me!? He fucking killed my mother Inuyasha. My own god damn mother! Do you think I'm going to last any longer if I stay there?! Inuyasha I've had enough. I can't stay here much longer. I won't be around that much longer if I don't do anything!" He understood everything, he just wished it didn't have to come down with this. His brown eyes widen listening to my insane ideas thinking it wouldn't help me either. His hands grasped the phone completely out of breath, trying to find another way out of this. "Kikyo..listen."

I refused to even reason with him, my decision was final. "Inuyasha, I'm not going to listen alright?! This is my decision and you can't do anything about it!" I'd never, ever hung up on him, but finally I did. I didn't want to hear what he'd say and there was no better way out. My bag was already packed, and I was ready to leave with, or without him. If I had to go on my own, I would go with a heart beat. Inuyasha was crazy about me, but we both had enough difficult problems and finally I made the decision. Right or wrong. I didn't care if I was to die on the streets, at least I'd die in peace. " Inuyasha, I'm sorry. This is my choice, and it's the only way out of this hell. It would have been better maybe if we weren't together. You're the one who's holding me back from all this. Now, I'm going and not once am I going to turn back."

My bag was packed, and this plan I thought for weeks at a time waiting for the precious moment to grab my stuff and run to the middle of nowhere. I slung the heavy backpack over my one shoulder, watching the door nervously knowing my father he'd listen to my conversations. My violet eyes gleamed at the door, with my one leg over the ledge hearing massive shaking footsteps. I was a perfectionist at this. I did it so many times but never once did I ever get caught. "Well see how's it going to be. I don't care anymore what you say. You were never my father in the first place, and you never will be." My father didn't mean nothing to me anymore. My fear for him was completely gone, only hate grew inside me for him. Since he wasn't my father, I wasn't going to be his daughter. It was as simple as that.

My feet horribly landed on the cement, feeling my skin tear the minute my skin hit the ground at force. I wasn't going to stay here any longer, I was going to find a better life other than here. I didn't care if I was living in an alley, nothing mattered to me anymore.

I could go one day without food, and I could tolerate days without having a warm roof or a pillow supporting my head. Even when I was young girl my hands pawed the windows wishing I could be free like the birds in the sky, and now I had a chance to be. Inuyasha knew clearly I was stubborn and once I had my mind made up nothing could stop me not even himself. I know I love him unconditionally, but sometimes we make the choices that aren't the brightest ones. My father deserved not have nobody in his live left. He deserved to be alone for the hurt and the hell he placed on my own mother and myself.

He deserved to rot alone drinking his beers, until he dies of alcohol poisoning, and I'm surprised he hasn't yet from the rate he's going. It may sound harsh how I talk about my father, but my own flesh and blood killed my own mother. How could I ever find it in my heart to forgive him when he's done enough damage that it's irreversible, and unforgivable. He should be the one six feet under ground, and not my mother. He'll realize soon enough, without me he's nothing. He won't have any money, or any for beer. Someday, he'll realize the mistake he made. Without me, he's nothing but a person rotting his life away. Someday he'll die, and I hope those thoughts of my mother will haunt him for the rest of life. I know when people die, they are suppose to rest in peace. I know my mother won't be resting. Not now, not ever. Not when it wasn't her turn to die, and when her life wasn't ready to be over with.

My eyes lingered magically at the sight of the florescent bright lit moon high in the skies, peering through the ash colored storm clouds. Finally it was dark, and my escape would be easier if I was hidden by the shadows. My blinds rapidly flew inside and out of my window from the heavy wind, while adjusted my backpack and ran like I never had done before. I could feel the stuff I packed bouncing in my bag, while my zippers made noise while I continued runner faster and faster. I didn't need water, or soap to wash my face. I knew I could just stop into the restaurant bathrooms cleanse my face, and tame my hair and run back out to the streets. If anyone else from my high school attempted this, I could guaranteed they wouldn't last one day one the street. They wouldn't know how to fend themselves or even get running water. They were too dense and spoiled to understand the meaning of "harsh life" at all. Luckily, I knew well enough to defend myself after attending self-defensive for a couple years. That's the first time I saw Inuyasha ;before we discovered we attended the same school.

My mother always wanted me to be safe and be able to take care myself, when with my psychotic father was lurking around. She wanted me to be safer and be able to protect myself if anything was to happen to me. My hands rummaged through the junk mail the day after my father tried to hurt me; maybe even kill me if he had gotten the chance. My eyes struck seeing self-defensive pamphlet thrown in loosely with all the junk mail, only people who had no lives read it. I understood it was important myself I had to learn this, I was afraid if I didn't my life would be shorter than it actually was. I wasn't going to give my father the opportunity to attempt to kill me either. I used some of the money from my mother's will, and I was able to stay involved there for a couple of years until my father discovered the hidden money and used it on beer. That money was for my future; there was enough to cover child funds, house costs, and even my very own job. At least I was there long enough to be able to understand fully the moves, that would save me if I would ever get attacked on the street. In that whole two years it taught me a lot, and I knew one day I'd have to put them to use; much faster than I realized. My father didn't understand how I seemed so skilled and was able to encounter every swing and move he gave to me.

My skin had a bright complexion back then, instead the white cream colored skin that looked on the verge of dieing. My stomach seemed to twist in knots inside and out, nervous because I never attempted anything like this before. It was brand new to me.

My ears could hear the heavy traffic directly behind me; impatient people honking, cars colliding into each other. It wasn't the prettiest thing to see, or hear. The self-defensive place was located in the worst part of the city, basically where everyone lived. My tanned hands grasped my gym bag that I used then for self-defensive, staring at the red sign with the white lettering. "Siami's Self-Defensive"

I knew then, it was going to save me. I know, that without it I would have been six feet under ground along with my mother. My mother wanted me to live a strong happy life,

And I know for my sake and her sake; I'm still breathing and completely alive.

Author notes:

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'm trying my best to write an point of view story, and it sometimes can be hard. I'm surprised with the reviews I've gotten, even with just an intro! Thank you all so much! Please R&R and tell me what you think so far of this twisted story.