A/n: Hi! I am back! My computer has been sick so I'll update all my other stories soon! But first, let's start this story! Yami is abused, badly. Rated M for rape, violence and language! This was deleted before but, now I have the proper rating. ( although, it was never that bad!) It is Yami and OC ( original Character!) Pliz Read and Review!

Why she does it…

I crawled in the dark. I had no energy to stand. I could smell blood and it made me sick. I knew she was somewhere…waiting to strike…but where? Suddenly, I felt someone grab my shirt collar and yank me to my feet. Surely, it was her. I had no strength to fight her as she punched and kicked me. With her long nails she scratched my face. I watched as red fluid trickled from my cheek and onto the floor…that's when I realized that all the blood on the walls and floor…was mine.

" Please…no more…" I choked out, hoping her blows would lessen long enough for me to catch my breath. No such luck. She pulled out a whip and cracked it hard against my now bare back. I screamed. Compassion was never one of my mother's strong points.

" You dirty bastard!" She shouted at me. She leaned down so her face was almost touching mine. Her breathing was ragged and I could smell the alcohol. Of course, she had been drinking. The beatings were always worse when she had alcohol involved.

She hit and hit me. Showing no mercy what so ever, she kneed me right in the gut. It sent me flying to the wall on the opposite side of the room. I fell to the ground with a thud and a grunt. She walked over to where I now lay. The bitch kicked me while I curled into a tight ball.

" Mother……p-please stop…"

She smiled. She turned around and pulled down her skirt. " Ok," She said seducing. " I'll stop hitting you. Now come here." My mother pulled my wrist and spun me around so that I was facing her.

"Take it off." She purred, playing with the fly of my pants. I stood. " Well, what are you waiting for? Come on! Take off !" I still stood silent. "TAKE IT THE HELL OFF!"

She screamed. She dove at my feet and tied them to the bed. She then did the same to my thin and fragile wrists. My mother tied them so tight I could barely feel my circulation. At least she wasn't going to slit my wrists again.

" Well, now…it looks like my poor wittle Yami has no where to run." she cooed in a sickly sweet voice. " Now I'll take it off for you!" She undid my pants and pulled down the zipper. Without hesitation, she pulled out a knife and cut my thigh. I groaned. It was going to happen again…just like it always did. I just wanted to know why…

To Be CONTINUED………..

A/n: Am I evil or what! Should I continue? I want to hear what you think, so please READ AND REVIEW! Yami's life will get a lot better I promise! And, I have changed my mind. There will be no actual scenes of blunt rape. I am not that kind of dirty person. Hints of it maybe but, no actual out right sex scenes! I dislike those! Please no flames!