(Disclaimer: I don't own Spirited away or any of its characters.)
*Chichiro's P.O.V*
I had woken up from the worst nightmare ever. I started to explode with tears and buried my face in Haku's chest hoping, no matter how little I knew him and was slightly afraid of him, he would protect me. I was too busy gasping for breath and crying to tell him why. The scene, however, kept replaying in my head:
"You stupid girl!" my dad shouted at me. He came home drunk, again, and beat my mother until she was knocked out. He was always like this when he was drunk. I was only six and I was trying to hide behind a table. He walked towards me and yanked me up by the hair.
"You always do this!" he yelled at me and I didn't know what he was talking about.
"P-please daddy s-stop." I whimpered.
"Make him stop." I whimpered into Haku's chest unknowingly.
"Who?" he asked, but I didn't hear. I was too wrapped up in my past and memories.
He beat me until I was bloody and knocked out, just like my mom.
I still had a small scar above my left wrist from where he cut me.
"Chichiro!" Haku snapped me out of my painful thoughts. His face held worry and his eyes were wide open staring at me with a sense of panic. "Chichiro, what's wrong?"
I slowly pulled away from him trying to calm myself down. I pulled my knees to my chest and tried to take deep breaths.
"h-he, he kept hitting me." I whimpered and Haku pulled me back into his embrace.
"Shhh... who?"
"My dad." I said.
"When did your dad hit you?" his voice was tight and I could tell he was getting angry.
"Along time ago. He would get drunk." I whisper. His hand move to stroke my check and at first I flinched.
"Don't worry am not going to hurt you." He said as he began to gently stroke my check, helping me to calm down. "I promise." He whispered and pressed his lips to the top of my head.
(I had to write a cute chapter soon or I'd go crazy! They're going to be bipolar like that for awhile, cute, hate, cute, fear, cute, RAWR, cute…)