Crap forgot the disclaimer last time people. I don't own anything I don't even have any money at the moment so just leave me alone!
Stupid moron on AFF don't know how to read a god damn summary it said right there it was an AU do they notice nope twitches and bashes inanimate object with bo staff (can you tell I got a mild flame) I've got good fucking grammar compared to a decent amount of people on that site and I don't point out the obvious either which seems to be a big thing with people on that site goes to friend's house to use heavy bag until happy again
MADTV4EVER at least someone liked that chapter I sure as hell didn't
JAWX THORN I'm really glad that you are honest it makes me feel better that people are being critical when they judge what I do(just not when they're idiots tats didn't read all of the summary then they should die) I like when people are honest and point out their true opinions I'm planning on staying away from writing at 5 in the morning from now on since I seem to do better at night. Also this is going to stop before continuing the cycle. Now tell what you think of this chapter I think it's a hell of a lot better then the last one. Yeah definitely not going to write in the morning EVER again though almost all of continuing the cycle was written during second period Spanish and that came out fantastically maybe it's just because I was supposed to have been taking notes maybe that's why I couldn't exempt or remember anything that was on the final (hope I passed that)
TALA'S TWIN SISTER you obviously didn't read my other story that one was so much better then this one.
SAVANI i woke up at 5 on accident and then couldn't go to sleep that's why I wrote that chapter thanx for thinking it didn't suck but to me it came offr as something every AU story would have and start out with that's why I didn't like it (I hate pretty much anything mainstream)
Heading home from school then next day I vaguely register the sound of police cars speeding past me, 'I hope my dad isn't home today I got off easy yesterday so he's going to make sure that he makes up for it today.'
Looking up as I turn down my block I see the police cars and an ambulance hat had passed me earlier gathered in front of my house. I feel my heart clench and nearly drop out of my stomach, knowing deep inside of me that no matter how badly I want it to be my father in any one of those cars he isn't. Panic flooding through me I break into a desperate run to my house. I start to shove my way into the house before a cop catches me around the waist and flings me backwards, sending me tumbling. Back on my feet in half a second I begin to head back toward my house.
"Do you live here," asks the cop getting in my way again.
"Yes now move," I growl out between my teeth as I shove past him and into my house. The house is filled with cops just walking around and getting in my way. A quick scan of the kitchen and living room show no signs of anything unusual. Heading down the hall I see several cops standing outside the bathroom. Shoving my way past them I stop dead in the doorway staring uncomprehendingly at the sight in front of me. My mother lies half in the tub half out with the hairdryer's wire pulled taunt as it hangs inside the tub with my mother's body.
Shaking I stand there until a hand reaches out and grabs my arm gently pulling me out of the room. Startled out of my shock I jerk away from the hand, kick out landing a hit directly in the cop's chest, and run out of the house.
I keep running even though I have no idea where I am or where I'm heading. My chest feels like its about to burst and my legs are staring to cramp up but I push myself to keep running because if I stop then everything becomes real. And it's not real it can't be if it's real then I'm alone and I can't be alone because then…then he'd kill me.
Stumbling I feel myself flying forward, just before I collide with the ground. Shaking and gasping for breath I feel the bitter frustrated tears slide down my face. Tilting my head back I let out a piteous cry before curling up into the fetal position still shaking and cry myself to sleep.
I vaguely hear someone saying my name, as someone shakes my shoulder. Jerking away from the touch I look around me and see that I'd run all the way to Momiji's house and that he was now staring worriedly at me.
"Haru what's wrong? What happened? Why are you here?" asks Momiji leaning in closer to me.
"It's—it's. Don't worry I'll—I'll tell you tomorrow," I say backing away from him. I turned and ran from his yard his shouts to me as he ran trying to catch up to me almost entirely drowned out as I quickly out ran him.
Nearing my house once more I began to slow down. Knowing that I am returning to a house with just my father inside, the police cars and ambulance having left hours ago with my mother's body, my pace slowed to barely more then a crawl.
Entering my house I see my father sitting in front of the TV where he usually is, not remotely upset about my mother's death. Everything then starts to piece together quickly in my mind. Mother being home after I left for school, her body and the hairdryer in the tub even though she never got that close to any water when she was using anything electric, and my father's calmness to everything.
"You, you did it," I hiss out between my teeth approaching my father, "you—YOU FUCKING KILLED HER! AND YOU—YOUR JUST SITTING THERE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED! DON'T YOU CARE AT ALL? SHE WAS YOUR GOD DAMNED WIFE! SHE—she was my mother…and you killed her," my voice gives out as I stand there shaking holding back my tears refusing to cry in front of him, refusing him the twisted satisfaction that I know he'll get from it. A smile spreads across his face as he gets out of his chair and walks toward me.
"You shouldn't blame people for things that they didn't do and that you know nothing of," he calmly says, before fisting his hand into my hair and yanking my head back, and punching me in my exposed throat.
I collapse gasping for breath, as grabs an empty beer bottle off the coffee table. The bottle collides with the side of my head; he continues to hit me until the bottle shatters against my head. Fighting off the multicolored splotches in front of my eyes. I cry out as the shattered bottle jams into my hip as I struggle back onto my feet. My father's large hand covers my face as he shoves my head back into the wall. Feeling my nose start to give way I cry out, and throw a blind kick toward where I hope my father is. I feel my foot connect with his stomach. He lets out an enraged howl as he grabs my head and smashes my temple against the corner of the coffee table.
"I did kill your mother," he hisses into my ear as I stare up at my him through blurry eyes while he sits back down in his chair and goes back to drinking as if nothing happened. My eyes then slip closed.
well not as long as the first chapter but its angst filled and GOOD and those are the important things now aren't they? raises eyebrow and smiles in a 'you know I'm right way'