Dramatic sounds In this chapter, we finally learn what is going on with Kyra, her father, and gasp! Her mother! Why does everything happen? There is a reason! Why is Kyra's father so violent and hate it when she speaks? You'll find out, just keep reading!

Point of No Return

Dreaming

Kyra's POV

(A/N I'm going to write in italics while she is dreaming, but when she wakes up it will move back to normal print.)

The sun fell on her straight curtain of golden hair. She was smiling and laughing twirling me in a circle with her arms tight around me. "Mommy higher!" I pleaded as the adrenaline kicked into my system.

A car pulled up suddenly. Two men jumped out wearing dark suits with matching ties. My mother's body stopped moving and I felt my feet touch the ground. "What do you want?" My mother asked cautiously. The men exchanged looks and stepped closer. One took my mom's arm and pulled her away from me, while the other picked me up.

He smelled of an expensive after-shave I now recognize, but his hair was greased back out of his face. "Let go of me you mon-" My mother had began but was silenced by a blow to the face. Her body fell to the ground motionless and I felt anger and scared of the man who had hit her.

"Mommy!" I started to cry and squirm in my capture's arms trying to free myself. His hold tightened and the last I remember was a cloth over my face with a sickly sweet smell.

I had been gone for three months before I was found. My parents had been frantic for most of that time, but when I finally arrived home Mother had gone into a type of shock. She no longer spoke nor would she acknowledge me. All day long she sat in her rocking chair by the bay window staring out. She had retreated into herself and was still waiting for me to return home.

Father had filled his waking hours with work trying to exhaust himself into forgetting what had happened to his beloved wife. Rarely did I ever see him and slowly I grew from a toddler to a girl.

Many servants commented about my likeness of my mother. They use to say, "You are your mother reincarnated," This would confuse me because she had not left. Well, at least not her body.

One stormy night my father returned home from a long trip and I went to see him in his study. There was a briefcase on the desk opened with its contents spilling over the desk. My father stood in front of his liquor cabinet pouring himself a brandy. I walked over to him wearing my mother's pearls, favorite scarf, and a pair of her high heel shoes. I felt I looked beautiful, but the look he sent me is burned into my memory forever.

The glass of brandy fell to the floor with a clunk. Its liquid sloshed over the carpet and was quickly absorbed by the rich oriental pattern. He took a step towards me and grabbed my elbow with one hand. With the other he pulled the scarf from my neck in a swift motion giving me a rope burn. His eyes seemed to have changed and his face held no emotion as he ripped her other belongings from me.

"Daddy," I whispered with tears sliding down my cheeks. My neck stung, my ears were ringing, and my ankle was starting to swell. My father's eyes changed once again at the sound of my voice. He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to my knees.

"If she can't speak neither shall you!" He hissed through clenched teeth as his hands found their way around my slender throat. My eyes closed and my chest burned from the lack of oxygen. Darkness was a welcome retreat.

From the age of seven until I was thirteen I never spoke another word. I closed myself up tight and spoke to no one. My father seemed to forget my existence and my mother passed away. Neither of us mourned much for her since she had been gone far before the passing of her actual body.

Ever few years we would move frequently until finally we settled in the United States for two years. That is wear I began to speak again. In a small town that few people know of. Its population was a little over five thousand people, but the majority was elderly. I was befriended by a boy named Christian who taught me how to speak English and to love. Christian was the closest thing I have ever had to a family.

When I had finally opened my shell to the world around me I was fourteen years old, and we had to move yet again. This time we moved back to Japan. Slowly I have been trying to build my relationship with my father, but he has turned into a different man.

He is now overprotective of me and doesn't approve of my speaking to anyone ever. He lets me speak only when he asks me a question. I fear that my old nickname of 'Helen Keller' will return. I am a klutz and I do not speak much so the other children would torment me often.

Yet now I have Haru. He is unlike anyone I have ever met. He trusted me with his secrets, yet I can not tell him mine. If only I could explain my tendency to close in on myself we would be fine. But there are no words. At first he reminded me of my friend Christian, but now I know he is different. He is more.

Manoti Titsugumi's POV (A/N Kyra's mother)

(Flashback to when she was alive) "Will she ever come home?" I asked my husband for the millionth time. He seemed annoyed at my worrying. I was surprised by the lack of emotion he showed when our daughter had been kidnapped not four days before.

I lean back in my rocking chair and hear its familiar creak. Kyra. She has to be all right. I need her with me. I love her… I think to myself as I search the horizon again. I hear the ticking of the clock and it is driving me insane. I need my baby girl to come home. I don't know how much longer I can wait…

It has been a month and a half now. She is still not home. The police are working hard to find her, but my heart has dried. Its once open nature is shriveling and soon thee will be nothing left. My eyes have failed from all my long nights staring out the window waiting for Kyra. I no longer hear if someone speaks, and I no longer speak at all. I am trapped in my own world of grief and torture

I can still see the window and everything outside. Nothing has changed. She isn't home. She is lost, as am I.

My arm is being shaken, but I cannot hear or see who is there. I open my mouth expecting to be fed. I have not eaten in so long I am weaker than before. Time slowly ticks by as I sit and wait.

Today I feel my heart slow and my mind shut down. Kyra didn't come back. I lost my little girl and my husband doesn't care. I no longer have the will to live.

Titsugumi's POV (Kyra's Father)

I watch as my wife gives labor. I hate seeing her in pain but she wanted to have a child. She looks beautiful as always even with sweat plastering her golden hair to her forehead. The creature that has been living inside of her for the last nine months is finally out. I hold no affection towards it, but my wife seems happy.

I thought of my daughter as a thing for the first years of her life. But one day when she was three she was stolen and my wife fell into depression. Kyra, as others called her, had become a nuisance. I could not make my wife happy anymore. Her glow was gone.

Even when we eventually found Kyra, my wife was gone. Her fighter's spirit had left leaving an empty shell and a worthless daughter whom I hated. She was the reason I lost my love. She is the reason I don't have Manoti anymore.

One night when I began my evening ritual of drinking my pain away the wretch came in. She was wearing Manoti's favorite things. Pearls, a scarf, and high heeled shoes that were outrageously big on her. Kyra dared to disturb her mother's things? I had to put her in her place. If Manoti could not talk or be alive, then neither could Kyra.

I stopped before I killed her. The only thing that saved her was the thought that Manoti would not approve of killing her. She had loved her daughter more than life itself and I could not destroy it.

For years I have ignored and avoided seeing Kyra, but she goes out of her way to find me. That is when I lose my temper. I usually end up hurting her. It helps the pain more than alcohol ever could.

Kyra's POV

I forced my eyes open and looked at the people surrounding me. I think it was time I told them my past. How will they take it?

I hope this helped everyone understand Kyra's past. It was very sad, but it explains a lot of things. Also a hint about future reading remember she can close in on herself that is a very VERY important detail. Just as a heads up. Well, I think I might start the next chapter now so, bye!