Inuyasha jumped off the bed in a flash when he realized how serious Kagome was. He flew open the door and stood in the long narrow hallway, seeing the light flickering over top that made it even creepier like the places in horror movies.
" Kagome, wait!"
His voice bounced off the walls, but he heard nothing back. Both were gone and he couldn't help but remember the scowl on her face, and the fire lit in her eyes proving she hated him at that moment for being inconsiderate. He wasn't use to people standing up to him after all, he'd always be the one who'd bitch back tens time harder and make people tremble in fear. With Kagome, it had been different. Truly, she had been the only one who could ever put him in his place, and the only one who was even brave enough back then to even yell back.
" Feh screw her. If Marilyn wants to come home that's her business. Obviously she ran away because she's damn unhappy. Fuck, and she volunteers me to stay here and make sure she comes home. If she ran away she'll come back when she's good and ready. Kagome's gotta learn a hell of a lot, before she decides to play the hero."
He thought to himself, standing quietly in the middle of the stretch of hallway feeling the draft sneaking beneath the side door that sent shivers of his spine. He just shook his head, and placed himself back into the small spaced apartment that was way different compared the orphanage and the rich house he had lived in under abuse of Marla who hated his living guts. To him, no matter where he went everybody hated him, and loved to abuse him in every way. The women at the orphanage loved it, she could of cared less who was the victim. Then Marla who tried to make Kagome believe he committed suicide, and now Marilyn…Out to slash his throat and let him bleed like the rest.
He swiftly slammed the door, throwing himself back on the bed slowly watching the sun light drift from the walls turning the place into a world of darkness. He just glanced over at the pictures of her and Loraine, trying to get a better understanding of what she was, or what she use to be. His hands flipped through the pages knowing this wasn't his place to look at it, but he couldn't help but feel tempted. He glanced at a younger picture of her, seeing her dressed up from the prom and couldn't help but be blown away from her beauty. She wore a dark red dress that fit her perfectly, seeing her eyes lit up with happiness and a smile worn.
" After all that this is what she has become.. She doesn't need that guy if he did that to her. I don't know why she's searching for him, after all he was the fucking guy who killed her baby. How could anyone in their right mind still care and love them after all this time, when all they did was hurt her! It doesn't make sense!"
Inuyasha screamed out, now sitting in a room of darkness where only glimpses of moonlight shone through the parts of the windows. He felt his heart drop when he heard huge bangs and struggles at the door someone desperately trying to come in. He swallowed, hearing more kicks and bangs as the moment he checked the door and saw Marilyn standing there her eyes blood shot, and her body bruised and pale as ever.
" So look who runs away and comes back…"
He said expecting a fight with her, almost like he enjoyed it since she had done it to him. He just looked down at her, seeing her barely responding to his voice only with a few giggles that were anything but normal. He expected a snap back, or maybe a hit at least but she seemed to out of her mind to care, and that's what scared him. He knew Kagome and them were wasting their time searching for her when he knew she'd come back, almost like had known this whole entire time.
" Something isn't right…"
Inuyasha mocha eyes only stared back into hers that were heavily blood shot, seeing her pupils dilated and her wavering in front of the door almost like infant who was learning how to balance. He just saw her continuously staring at him almost emotionless, that caused him to act without thinking. When he saw her like that, it was almost like he instantly forgot they hated each other, or even the insults and the stabs she clearly took at him.
He could see her balancing on one foot, as swiftly before a word could be formed off her lips she was falling as he managed to catch her before she hit the ground dead on. He softly picked her up securely in his arms with her legs hanging over his one arm, as she kicked them playfully seeing this wasn't a normal side of her either. He gently placed her on the bed, as she laid motionless staring at the ceiling basically amused.
" Marlyn look at me. What the fuck happened to you! Is this some kind of joke!"
He grabbed her one hand to get her attention away from the ceiling, feeling like he was dealing with a child if anything. He couldn't help but keeping looking into her eyes which was a clear sign she wasn't herself. He could smell alcohol on her breath each time she managed to take a breath, but there was more to it then that. She looked back at him, quite taken by his hand as she continuously stared at it, hearing his angry tone echo and pound in her head. She just looked down and tears were beginning to form, seeing a flow of black mascara mixing into black tears.
" No..no..I'm sorry..I'm sorry…It..It…Isn't…"
She slurred, throwing her head down picking at her skirt having the scared look of an innocent child that was catching him off guard. There she was before hating his guts, and now here she was too happy for her own good. He understood she ran off and probably decided to drink and do drugs to rid her problems and it was clear. He just looked at her inner elbow and noticed what looked a bruise from a needle mark, that drove him to feel bad for her. He still held onto her arm with concern and worry refusing to let go, seeing her still trying to make words properly.
" Please..Don't..just don't…Yell at me…Why..why…are you holding onto my hand…?"
It scared him to see her in this state. It wasn't normal, neither were the bruises or the paleness throughout her skin. Her eyes rolled slightly, trying to remain focus on him as much as she possibly could. He watched her stare at his tanned color hands fitting over hers like a glove, seeing his fingers digging in enough for force that showed he wasn't going to let go. He just scowled at her, and tried to be as nice and calm as possible to her.
" Because your not going anywhere. Ok! Look at you, is this what you always do when you run away? Get smashed out of your fucking mind, and do drugs? Really I care…The last thing I want to see is someone throwing their life away exactly like this."
She just began to cry even harder, feeling him run his fingers through his hair stressed out as he looked at her with a half smile trying hard to keep her calm, and her from going anywhere. She just saw him leaning over towards the phone, with a monotone voice.
" Look I'm calling Kagome and making sure they know you are here now. They've been out there damn worried sick and because of you I had to stay here!"
He bitched back, with his one hand still linked onto hers as he began to read the number off of the slip of paper dialing it carefully as he felt a small tug at his shirt, that eventually ripped him away from the phone. She couldn't help but fight with him, as he slammed the phone down. He turned around ready to bitch out at her like he never did before, but she raised his hand that was linked with hers and caught him off guard with the desperate stare that tugged at his heart strings.
" No..no..please…please..don't call them. I don't want them to know…I'm scared…She'll murder me…I didn't mean to worry them… please don't call…"
She begged with her voice whispering, hearing it crack and slur between words and sentences. He couldn't help but continue to stare into her eyes that dragged him in, with the look that went along with it. Right now she was a whole different person, and to him she probably didn't even realize it, or even half of the words she was saying. He dropped the phone and turned towards her and couldn't help but listen to her. Her voice now sounded so soothing, and she seemed so innocent he was almost fooled into believing this was the real her when it was only the drugs that were doing this to her nothing more.
" If your gonna be like this, then I'm just gonna leave and find Kagome myself alright?"
She dragged him again, as he was barely open even to reach the door, seeing her now attempting something else that was anybody's guess. After all she was messed and in this state she was possible of doing anything. He placed the hand down near the side, as she managed to move beside him and rested her head faithfully between his shoulder and neck that caused him to have shocks that sent throughout his body that made his eyes widen, knowing the feeling was wrong he was having. She managed to get comfortable, as she laid partly against his one side of his body as he could feel her lips gently touching his neck as she spoke.
" Please…don't leave me…I'll be all alone…Please..I'm scared…Stay with me…It's..all I ask…"
Inuyasha expected him to boil up with rage no matter how she was, and manage to throw her away from him as he hoped to continue to travel to the door and leave her. Instead he couldn't get himself to. Another apart of him felt as though it was taking over, that caused him to stay and he couldn't resist it the way she said it and the way she looked at him was enough to kill anyone. He sighed, and laid his body back against the backboard, as he looked down at her full lengthy brown hair and her head half titled on his shoulder.
" Fine. Just this once. Only because your like this, otherwise I wouldn't let you near me, let alone be this close."
He mumbled off, not surprised if any of his words weren't making sense to her. They could hear the cars flying down the heavy busy street that had once looked vacant and pretty much dead. She just beamed with delight, bringing her knees to her chest holding them tightly as Inuyasha secured her with his one arm making sure she wouldn't manage to throw herself into anything, or smack into the floor. Inuyasha hated her look; not because it made him care because it stunned him it reminded him so much of Kagome when he knew clearly she was a totally different person. He just looked over at the book, knowing this would be a long night wishing they'd walk through the door and look after her instead of him. He didn't understand why she had to come to him, when he felt so comfortable being by himself.
" Look Marilyn..It's none of my business but why do you keep running back to him, after what you did to you. Don't you remember he killed your baby, and treated you like crap. Why would you run back to him?"
She didn't know how to respond. It was clear she understood most, just she was alittle spacey and it took forever for her to respond clearly. Inuyasha seemed to have patiences while he waited for her answer. He could tell she was trying hard to respond to it, but she didn't know exactly what to say. She lifted her head from his shoulder, and squeezed his hand tightly making him feel the pain that ran through her. He rested her back on his shoulder trying to make things comfortable for her.
" I..I don't know…I do…He…Called me…I answered…He'd stop calling…I'd answer again…."
Inuyasha could imagine that. He could see her sitting by herself grabbing the phone and figuring he'd be the last person to call after she decided she hated his guts, and the fact he moved away before he could be convicted for murder of her baby, and for reported abuse. He could see her swelling with anger and tears forming hearing her gasping for breath, as he tried to sweet talk her with memories and love that was a pain in her heart, and that would twist her stomach in knots. He'd keep trying until he got her where he wanted.
He could feel the tears against his bare skin, as he lifted her chin slightly with his finger wiping the remaining tear that caused her mouth to drop open wide in surprise, stunned by this.
"Idiot.. Didn't you want nothing to do with him.He didn't want nothing to do with you afterwards. Get use to it. This you'll probably forget but listen you can't let him do this to you. When he calls hang up. You don't need him. I can't blame you for being bitchy to me or anyone but just forget him. Why go back to the person you hurt you?
She just dropped her knees flat against the bed, as she threw herself into his chest pretty hard that caused him to wince of pain since he still had the reminders of where he had been still tattooed on his skin. She grasped the neck part of his shirt tightly in her palms crunched up, as he laid there looking down at her particularly sad, and yet another side could care less.
" Listen..why would you run to me out of all people to hear you out. You hate me, so why should I help you anyways!"
Her eyes drifted away from his chest, and her arms extended to reach something that seemed like nothing but air to him. She gently lifted his sleeve alittle realizing now what she had saw, that caused him to push away in anger as she ducked down truly afraid that his hand was going to come crashing down on her, exactly like her boyfriend had done.
" Don't touch me!"
He yelled out that could probably be heard rooms down in the hall. He tried to fix his sleeve making sure that the huge black and blue bruise wouldn't show at all, hoping she'd forget. He just turned around to his surprise seeing her balled up, fear written in her eyes edging away from him panicked and scared as she whimpered heavier than ever, worse then anyone he had seen crying. What he heard come out of her mouth, was a slap in the face to him then anything else that literally killed him.
" Chris please don't beat me please!"
She screamed out as she was ready to flee towards the door, as he managed to place his arms around her coolly restraining her in a gentle manner hoping she'd stay put and make life easier for him, and also he wouldn't dare let her out of his sight; at least not in this state anyways. When she looked at him and mistaken his for Chris, all his angry emotions died. He was stunned, as he realized now why she called him that, since he had gotten so mad and he understood why the fear shone in her eyes even greater than before.
She struggled abit, as he placed his head softly near her ear and neck, trying to calm her down and feeling like an ass for getting her even worse. He knew the last thing she needed was a reminder of the man that she loved, and who had ran out of her faster than he came. His bangs covered his eyes slightly, feeling she wasn't attempt to quit the struggle either.
" Shhh…Look at me. I'm not Chris. I'm sorry I yelled at you, I'm sorry alright? Just that when you tugged on my sleeve I…"
" No I understand…I…I…came to you because you've been through a lot. I can tell. I don't hate you either. Most of the reason is you remind me so much of him."
She managed to get off chest, as she took a deep breath as though she was drowning and managed to get fresh air back into her lungs again. He didn't know really in her mind if that was a good thing or a bad thing to be known as a reminder of him. She didn't really see Inuyasha, she saw Chris inside of him that underneath the surface made Inuyasha mad as hell to hear it. She placed her head lightly on a pillow, as he heard the dry voice, and the sweat dripping constantly down her face.
" I guess I'm really that bad if I remind you of him…"
She shook her head with laughter, as she latched on to him with a smile actually on her face he was almost questioning if it was true she could ever smile again.
" That's not what I meant! I mean…When I look at you I see glimpses of him. Not the bad things but the good things. The way he use to be before he did all this damage to me. That's not the only reason I came to you. It's because you've been through a lot. I can tell from the bruises underneath your sleeves that you were trying to hide. To me, I've never found someone really who's been where I've been. Or actually cared…"
Inuyasha felt him now drawing himself towards his bruise on his arm that wasn't well hid, but to him when he heard her say that he could of cared less of it showing. He saw her rolling up her sleeves slightly showing the awful bruises that were worse in color compared to his. His seemed so small and so light, and hers just proved all the abuse her body could possibly take. To him, it was a wonder she was still in pieces, or alive for that matter.
" Inuyasha with you, it may not seem like it but I trust you. You've taken a lot of abuse just like me, but in different ways haven't you? This is why you and her came here didn't you? To get away from all of it?"
It was almost she could read him like a book. She may had been under the influence but she was as sharp and understanding as anything. It was unbelievable. Inuyasha smiled partly understanding now how they were exactly in the same boat that made him forget the demon of what she really was. She just stared out the window towards the city, still partly rested against him as his eyes lit up in surprise when she could stare at one simple thing and almost know everything that had happened to him.
" She can look at one simple bruise and see that. Maybe she isn't what she appears. I bet by tomorrow she won't remember a simple thing she had told me or said. She'll probably go back to her bitchy side again, who knows. Your really good at guessing."
She remained staring into that direction, watching the cars and could see Chris' old apartment standing out from all the others in the city. She couldn't help but have her eyes linger there no matter how hard she tried to pull them away. It had been six months, and she was still in ruins because of him. It felt everyday of her life was the same. She swallowed and just turned around to him.
' Why can't guys be like him?.. I'm not good at guessing. I just can tell from how you are, and the bruises were a dead give away. I can tell you two went through a lot together and that's why your so close. You care a lot for each other, and it's plain to see…."
She mumbled on, as he listened to her say that realizing him and Kagome did go through a lot together. After all he had to be thankful that she was the one who helped him escape the hell and pain he never thought was possible to dust of his shoulders. She gotten him out of there. He was surprised when she put up a fight to Marla and Mark about being adopted, only if he could come. He had seen so many people there, but all came and went. None asked him what he wanted, they only cared about themselves and that's where Kagome in his mind was different, and enough to trust her with his heart and soul.
" Ya well…I do.. I mean I was living in some crazy orphanage for years. I was abandoned by my mother. She promised me she'd come back to get me, and I could always believe her promises. But for years I waited for her, till the time came I realized she'd never come back ever."
Her eyes opened wide with astonishment, but kept her eyes narrow as she turned to him and she had the same pain of her mother and father as well when he heard her speak of his, so deeply and sadly. She grasped the bed sheet from beneath her, in her clutches staring at his eyes that were ready to be drowned by tears.
" So she just left you there…With me, I didn't care. I ran away from my mother since she always on my back, smothering me to death. She wouldn't let me live my life at all. She was too busy trying to love me, and balance out her money at the same time. I was never really close with her. All she did at the start was bitch and yell at me, and then smothered me. She never understood why I wanted to be alone. Basically I staged my own death.."
He just listened carefully almost like he had heard this story somewhere before. He didn't have to imagine her staging her own death, he didn't really doubt that she did it.
" Look Inuyasha I'm not saying anything else. You don't fucking deserve to know. You already know everything else about my life already. So does she, so just lay off. You think you know everything about me, but you don't. I know more about you then anything else. So don't to try to help me…Nobody can."
Inuyasha could see her getting up ready to leave. Still she was coming back to her normal self which got him mad, since he enjoyed how sweet she was even if that wasn't really herself. He just grabbed her hand quickly with a semi smile and a glare in his eyes.
" Look your not fucking going anywhere alright? What do you take me for an idiot! Besides your going to run off and hurt yourself, or go back to see Chris. Your damn friend is worried about you, and I'm not suppose to let you out of my sight! I'm not doing this for nothing either…"
He whispered, as he had her in a firm grasp feeling her not even struggling. She hated the fact that he was doing this now, and the fact she wanted to do whatever she wanted but he restrained her. She just looked directly into his eyes, with a hated smile shaking her head in laughter still refusing to place a fight.
" Then why are you doing it? You never cared before until now, so tell me what's so different? I hate you, and you know that. So why help a girl like me?"
He just swallowed tightly feeling the odd silence occurring. Her dark violet eyes just continued to stare right through him, with daggers surging through her own. He noticed she didn't even blink or struggle, that made me feel uneasy.
He didn't know how to explain to her why he was doing this. He knew deep down even though she claimed she hated him, he couldn't let herself ruin herself like he did. He could see now they were basically in the same boat, or was. He just couldn't bare to see a girl like her ruining her life and throwing it all away because of this single guy.
" What the hell do I say to that!…Listen your just going to become what I was…Do you want to fuck up your life?"
She just gently smiled, tilting her head slightly to the side grasping onto necklace around his neck just enough to the put where he felt as though she was choking him. She just smiled, narrowing her eyes and laughing knowing that was anything but normal.
" I'm already half way there. I know what the hell I am doing. You can't tell me whether I should leave or not. Besides this was never your business, or that bitch for that matter. I don't need another person trying to protect me from myself."
He was blown away, by the fact he called Kagome a bitch. It gotten him pissed off the way she said it without a hint of worry or care. He narrowed his eyes, biting down on his lips hard feeling himself eye to eye with her, seeing the dramatic change in her. One moment she was nice and the next she was back to herself, and he couldn't keep up. But when she mouthed Kagome was a bitch, he hated himself for actually caring for her.
Before he could mouth anything about Kagome, he felt her twist out of his grasp with ease with a smile painted on her face as she headed out the door.
" Thanks for trying to help me. I mean it's nice to know someone cares, but you and her should just butt out. You'd be safer to leave me alone…Like everyone else…"
With that he watched her walk out the door, feeling his necklace snap back roughly against his neck watching her walk away with ease. He just swallowed and stood stunned, shaking his head and slammed the door.
" Why the hell did I ever care for that bitch in the first place! She can do whatever. I just didn't want a girl like her end up how I once was. I guess nothing I said got through to her. Forget it, it's not my problem…But for some reason it already is…"
