Hey all, Me again...I want to give thanks to " thelunarstorm " as she read this before it was posted as I needed trusted advice as to whether it was good enough to post...THANKS SO MUCH!...
I also would like to add that while this fic starts out on a bad situation...I think I may know a way to make it into a romance fic for KagomexInuyasha...if you all want more anyway...
This is not going to be a nice fic and will contain references to domestic violence and some swearing... I hope that this offends no one as that was never my intention...but the swearing and such are however more foul than I usually write so please be warned in advance and if any of these subjects offend or upset you in any way you should leave this fic now as it is not meant to be easy on the eyes or meant for those under the age of seventeen, as is why it has been rated M...
I do not own Inuyasha or its characters as those of you who are familiar with my work already know...Please let me know what you think as I deeply appreciate the feedback...
Three Days...by Neisha
She sat alone within the darkness of her room, the only light illuminating its cold recesses were those coming in rhythmic red and blue rotations that shone through her bedroom windows to dance upon her walls as a symbolic reminder of her worst nightmare come to life...again.
He'd come home angry, though what had set him off this time was still beyond her. They'd been married for a little over a year now, and had only dated for a few months prior to their wedding, but she'd known him all through high school... He'd been so kind then...never seemed to get angry, always patient when others had seen fit to be angry over various situations that were simply out of anyones control, and it had been his patience that had attracted her. He'd been a handsome man, his light brown hair hanging to just below his shoulders...something about long hair on a man had always seemed to pull her attention...but he'd been kind and interested in her...They'd been nearly inseparable before they were married, so she'd moved on, put her broken heart behind her and moved forward with her life, with this man who'd seemed so perfect...so concerned with her health and well being, though she'd had no idea then of just how wrong she'd been.
The first time she'd seen him angry he'd come home from work, his day long and varied with "stupid idiots who should have left him the hell alone" he'd said before proceeding with screaming at her for not having dinner ready and on the table when he'd walked through the door...but he'd apologized later that night, telling her how very 'sorry' he was for jumping down her throat without even realizing or caring that she'd spent a long day at work as well...but she'd forgiven him...the first of many apologies she'd accepted throughout their year long relationship...
But then the frequency of his angry outbursts seemed to escalate, the things setting him off varying from her not working as hard as he did, to why the house was not sparkling clean and how embarrassed he was to call her his wife...and it had gone on from there...why the laundry was not set out and waiting for him in the mornings, the bills not paid in the manner he saw fit though he'd never made any indication previously of having any issues with her manner of bill payment as they were paid on time and he'd never even had to place a stamp upon the envelopes. He started staying later at work in the evenings and stopped telling her he loved her on the phone when she'd call him on her lunch breaks, sighting that it was 'unprofessional' to say those types of things when there were others present that would hear him. He'd begun yelling at her when she'd call telling her that he didn't have the 'fucking' time to talk to her as he was to busy or would remind her that she was wasting minutes on her cell phone..and so she'd stopped calling him...and then he'd gotten angry with her for that as well.
But what had changed it all from the yelling matches to his violent outbursts had been when she'd started standing up for herself.
She'd begun to yell back...reminding him that things hadn't been done to perfection because she'd been at work as well...reminded him that she wasn't meant to be the housewife he demanded she be because finances being what they were demanded that she work full time as well...but that hadn't swayed him in the slightest...He'd begun to throw things...chairs...pieces of her favorite nicknack's..though miraculously he'd managed to never break anything that belonged to him...
Her friends had noticed as well, telling her for months now that he frequently talked down to her...that even their husbands had taken notice...but never in a million years had she thought that things would have gotten so far out of hand...She remembered the first time he'd struck her...she'd been making dinner when he'd gotten home, and she'd greeted him with her usual smile before turning back to the stove to finish their meal...he'd come up behind her and with one look over her shoulder had made some smart ass remark of ' God...what the fuck is THAT shit' and even with that she'd simply stood at the stove stirring the meal she'd been making...but it hadn't stopped there as he'd gotten angry that she'd not seen fit to answer him and he'd grabbed her by the arm spinning her around before slapping her across the face all the while screaming that she would NOT ignore him when he spoke to her...
But that was only the first time...and it had gone on from there, it's frequency steadily increasing, the slaps turning into fisted punches that would leave her spending hours in front of the mirror with tubes of concealer to cover the bruises that dotted her face. And with every hit came endless apologies...all of which ended up with it somehow being her own fault...and now here she sat, yet again, only this time was different...this time the neighbors had alerted the police as things had escalated ever higher because this time she'd fought back...this time she'd defended herself, landing a few well placed punches of her own, and while she didn't think that violence was the answer, she did however know that she had the god given right to defend herself...and by god she did...and she'd also told him that she'd wanted a divorce, and that perhaps should have been kept quiet as it had pushed the fight into overdrive, thus resulting in the police cars lining her driveway, her soon to be ex husband hand cuffed and placed in the back seat of a police car and several paramedics waiting patiently downstairs as one man stood waiting within the door frame of her bedroom, waiting for her to motion that it was okay for him to enter...Vaguely he looked familiar...his kind amber eyes dancing with anger at what her husband had done to her...his long silver hair pinned back in a ponytail to fall listlessly down the length of his back...but instead of inviting him in, or even trying to place where it was that she'd recognized him from, she turned to look at herself in the mirror...
Before her sat the broken woman she'd become...her nose bleeding, her right eye darkening and her bottom lip split and bleeding...she was a mess, but even with that she picked up the pen that lay within the binding of her diary and turned the pages that had held each precious moment of her life with this man...to the pages that contained her heartache at finding out just how cruel this man had become...to an empty page that would forever contain her last message to the man she had sworn to love and honor for the rest of her days...but no more...no more...
Your fist knows no boundaries
The wall, the chair, the TV...or me
Your anger swells very quickly
But I'll tell you what still baffles me
Your fury builds until you alone
Can't contain the hell we both have known
But tell me something, help me see
What is it you get from hurting me?
Is it special, this power trip?
Does it feel good when I'm in your grip?
Through the year, it started slow
Until your anger began to grow
There was no stopping that first painful hit
But I'll tell you now, you'll be stopping it.
I will not cower, nor bow in fear
I can take care of myself, I don't need you here.
I don't need you, I'll get by on my own
You haven't noticed how much I have grown
I don't need you, nor your precious money
If you haven't noticed, I make my own, honey
This relationship's over, I don't need your hate
And don't bother with " I'm sorry ", because now it's to late.
I've seen enough anger , and I've known enough pain
I've watched enough tears fall like the rain
But never again will I allow you
To yell and to hurt, this battle is through
I do not owe you anymore of my life
For never again will you call me your wife.
I'm so thankful..my God..for it was HE
Who did not give me " the precious three"
I'll not allow you to show a baby
Just how very cold your cruel heart can be
I don't need you, not now or before
I won't be content in being your whore
You'll never know how much you hurt me
For I'll never give you that luxury
Instead I thank you for each painful hit
And teaching me how to not give a shit
Not about you, or the guilt trip you'll reign
And definitely not what your friends will be saying
They'll all see you as I have this year
And they'll all understand what it is that I fear
No... things will never be the same
For I don't have to keep playing this game
The papers will be served in three...
Three days till my freedom, oh how shocked you will be
Three days till I see my sun shine again
Three days till I take this ring off my hand...
And with that final sentence she put her pen down and turned to wave the man in and sat quietly as he tenderly cleaned the wounds upon her face and arms...his eyes drifting every so often to the last entry in her diary before once again bringing his attention back to the woman who had him so intrigued as she reminded him so much of someone from his past...
He spoke softly. His words meant to sooth, not frighten, though she certainly seemed far from scared even in her current state...
"My name's Inuyasha...what's your's?"
It took a moment for her to answer as she stood from her place before him and turned to pick up the pen she'd discarded only moments before..her voice soft as she answered while penning one final word upon the last page of her diary...her name...
Kagome
" Kagome" she said before dropping the pen and turning to pick her cell phone up off of the nightstand, and once she'd dialed the number to the local moving company she requested that a moving truck arrive first thing in the morning with available help to remove her belongings from the house she'd called home for so long now...and with that she flipped the cell phone closed and turned toward the man who'd been kind enough to help her without asking her the questions that she most certainly didn't have the energy nor the desire to answer right now...and together they left the house...followed by the remaining policemen and paramedics and watched as her soon to be ex-husband was taken to jail. Today she had finally left her old life behind, left the man who'd changed so much from the day she'd agreed to be his wife...today she'd start over...today she was free...
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The poem in this fic is mine and is currently posted on fiction press with the rest of my original works...again...if any of you aould like to read more let me know as I think I could make this a romance fic...if you all want that is...please let me know okay?
I know that it wasn't a nice story as it is something that is hard to hear about, let alone read about when all you really want to do is sit down and read a good fic so that you can at least leave your world for a bit a fantasy and if we're really lucky...allot of smut...but truly this would not leave my head, so now that it is finally written perhaps it will leave me alone. I hope that this didn't offend anyone, but it had to be written, but if anyone finds it offensive, please just let me know and I will delete it...please understand that any form of abuse is in NO way something that anyone should have to live through... Neisha