January 13, 1991
7:49 am, Saturday (again)
The old woman sitting on the other side said that we were about halfway there. When I got on I immediately went to sleep. The hour and a half walk into the city was harder than I expected. The only reason I didn't get lost was because of the maps around each block*. With their help I was able to find the station, and just in time to buy a ticket for the next train. The old woman said that my stomach growled while I was sleeping, so she gave me one of the breads she was carrying. I wouldn't have normally taken it, but I'm on my own now and need all the help I can get.
I've calmed down enough. I needed to get away from them, from him.
Mom and Eiji were drinking. I don't know why and I don't think I ever will. Mom had to work later, so it didn't make sense for her to be drinking so much. When they finished the first case they went to go get more. I think it was on the third case when mom decided to head out to work, leaving me with Eiji for the night.
I tried my best to be quiet while I cleaned up the mess. I left the back door open to make the multiple trips easier. It was also to let Elvira in for a bit while Eiji was asleep on the couch. She ate some of the leftover meat from last night, the food that was supposed to be for Eiji. With the mess of bottles cleaned and Elvira fed (sadly I had to tell her to get out encase Eiji woke up), I grabbed my portion of food to go. I didn't want to spend my dinner with a snoring drunk who was drooling on the couch cushion.
I don't remember when I fell asleep. That would explain my lack of knowledge of how Eiji got into my room, seeing how I don't remember if I locked the door.
I felt him at first, the weight of his body pushing me further into the mattress. I smelt him next, the rancid odor of alcohol coming from his mouth. I could hear his pants, disgustingly close to my ear. I heard him whispering in my ear all the things he wanted to do to me, making me shake in fear I've never felt before. I managed to convince myself to open my eyes, but immediately regretted the decision. His eyes, they looked at me with one purpose only. I can still remember it clearly.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I can recall yelling at him.
He smiled at me, like I was stupid for even asking. He answered bluntly, "I'm going to fuck you until I'm satisfied. What do you think I'm doing?"
"Get off me you drunk pervert!" I cried, trying to push him off the bed.
Eiji grabbed my hands, pinning them above my head and got on top of me. He used his other hand to push my head down into the pillow, cracking my neck in the process. He started to lick my neck, biting and kissing it a few times. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever felt. I started to struggle again, only to stop when he put more weight on my head, making me cry out in pain. What he said next would hurt more than anything he did to me.
"Keep still you little slut, I paid your mother good money for this."
I inhaled sharply, trying to understand the words that he said. "W-what?"
Eiji laughed, "Did poor little Takaba not listen to our conversation while your mother was here? She needed money for the rent. I guess she's getting old. The men seem to go for the younger ones now, leaving her alone in the corner with all the other useless women. I gave her an offer she couldn't pass down. I get to have you all I want in exchange for paying her rent. At first she was hesitant, but with a few more drinks in her she was all for it. Your mine for tonight."
At that point I started to cry. Mom would never do that, no matter how much she's changed. Right? He had to be lying. "YOUR A LIAR! STOP LYING TO ME! GET OFF ME! STOP!"
He started to pull off my shirt, ripping it open to then start working on my pants.
"MOMMY! HELP! PLEASE!"
Eiji laughed as he started to do things to me. He used his mouth, his teeth, his didn't want to stop. No matter how much I begged him he didn't want to stop. He- oh kami, I can't write this. I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER!
I found the rent money, plus whatever else in her drawer, just like he said. She really did sell me out, literally. She did this to me. She let him. It's her fault. I hate her.
I'm not even sure if I brought everything I needed. I needed to leave before he came back. I mostly stuffed everything into my bag in a hurry. I made sure to pack my Nikon and the money, especially since it was much more than I thought there would be. I don't know why I decided to bring this book with me, it really isn't important. Oh, well.
The train announced we'd be arriving in another hour. I guess I'll get some sleep, it might be the awhile until the next time I sleep on something comfortable.
Wow, that was sad to write. I didn't want to get to graphic, because 1) Akihito is a kid in this and 2) I have an idea that would make many of you happy/annoyed at the end of this, so the extra details would ruin that plan.
Either way, things will start to get a bit more serious at this point. I forgot to add this to the other chapters, which I will soon do, but I haven't added a disclaimer in a while.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this series, only the made up story they are being used in. Credit to Wendelin Van Draanen and her amazing book Runaway that inspired this story.
*About the map thing, many streets in Japan do not have names. Instead, the sections that make up those streets, or blocks, are given numbers. Because of this system there are maps placed around the blocks to help navigate around. I do not know specifically where, but I thought to add this element to make it possible for Akihito to actually make his way around while having no experience of traveling beforehand.
Other than that, see you guys soon!
