A/N: I love most of the reviews I've been getting. If it weren't for the nice reviews/reviewers, I wouldn't be inspired to write this fanfic :) I'll try to space it out more... I can't space out flashbacks/dreams though because I just don't do that. Hahaha. Sorry! Sorry for the OOC-ness too... By the way, if you don't like how I'm writing this fanfiction, please don't bother to continue reading my story. I'm sorry if I don't make things realistic, but its how my imagination works, unrealistically. After all, I'm only fourteen, and like I said in my first chapter, this is my first fanfiction I've ever written. Do you expect me to know every little thing? But thanks anyways… I'll try to improve on it. I guess not every fanfiction can be hater-proof…

Don't own Bleach :(

Chapter 4: The Flashback

Recap: "Rukia, this is Renji," her Father said pointing to the younger man "and that's Kenpachi." pointing to the older man. "Kenpachi is the co-owner of the business I work at and Renji is his son. We have been making some arrangements for Renji and you for quite sometime now." her Father said with a devilish smirk on his face. "We've decided to tell you two now that you're both sixteen."

Rukia nodded a bit hesitantly, not knowing what to expect.

"Rukia, as you may know, you've been my lovely daughter for sixteen years…" her Father said bit by bit.

Lovely daughter… The words echoed through her mind slowly, but quickly. Flashbacks of past dreams were racing through her like lightning striking a rod.

Why? Why did she have those dreams? Why was her heart thumping so hard within her chest? Why was all she could ask herself. Answers wouldn't come to her.

"But there's always a time when parent and child separate. The child matures and becomes a beautiful young woman..."

Flashbacks… More and more came to her. Ones she didn't even recall having. It was as if there was a secret part in her childhood she had completely forgotten.

Then it struck her, struck her hard in the head. Time froze. Her Father's words were in slow motion. Everything was still.

"Daddy?" Rukia said gleefully in her sky blue sundress. "Don't call me 'Daddy', call me 'Sir'." Her Father hissed at her. "Ok, 'Sir'." She said smiling as she sat out in the back porch with her Father. "Today's my fourth birthday, right Sir?" "Yes. How many times are you going to ask me this?" He snapped back. "When's Mommy coming home?" She asked with a frown on her face. "This woman you call your Mother won't be home for a while tonight. She's out with other men getting me money." He said pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He inhaled the smoke and blew it out, exhaling a sigh with it. "Where's Onii-Chan?" "He's sleeping over at a friend's house. Could you shut your trap already?" Her smile came back on her small gentle face. She started tapping the back of her heels on the wooden porch. Her Father stood up not looking down at her, his cigarette half way gone. He emanated more cigarette smoke up into the sky. She looked up at him, admiring his every move. He threw down his cigarette and smashed it out with the tip of his shoe, still looking up at the afternoon sky. He suddenly pulled Rukia up by the collar of her dress and started dragging her inside the house. "Don't struggle; you'll make it harder on yourself. You scream and I'll beat the shit out of you." Rukia was panicking, but did as her Father said. She kept quiet and let him drag her. He soon tossed her on her parents' bed. "Are we going to play a game, Daddy?" She asked really confused as she fixed herself on the bed, so that she was sitting. "Don't call me Daddy." He said as he was unbuckling his belt. "I'm going to give you your birthday present." "Really! A birthday present for me!" She was surprised, but happy at the same time. Her Father had never given her a present before. His pants were unbuckled and he was unzipping his pants. He walked over to her and pulled her dress off. "What are you doing Daddy?" He didn't look at her. "Don't tell anybody about what I'm going to do or else 'Daddy' won't love you anymore." She frowned. She always wanted to be loved by her Father. "Ok, Daddy." He made it so she was lying on her back and put her legs up. Then he pulled it out of his pants and slid her pink panties off. As he mounted her, he never once looked her straight in the eyes. She yelped out in pain as he slowly pushed his hips downward. "Daddy! It hurts! Please stop!" He ignored her pleas and slowly continued pushing himself into her. She was crying in hysterics and struggling to get him off of her. It was no use. He had her pinned down and didn't budge. He was completely in her now and she started to choke on her saliva. He began to pull out, still not looking at her. His eyes were cast downward. She began to slap and pull at his head. Her Father responded to this by slapping her across the face. Not a word came from his mouth. She kept on crying and didn't struggle anymore. Nothing she could do would stop him so she just laid there, not wanting to cause herself more pain. His thrusts became more vicious and her tiny body began shaking. She felt as if she were being torn apart, blood was all over her area and on the bed. She became numb. Her mind was completely shut down.

Her head was beginning to throb with a killer head ache and her world started to come back, her own personal hell hole.

"That is why Kenpachi and I have decided to…."

Rukia slowly backed away into a corner. Fear was written all over her face. Her body was shaking.

"Rukia, what's wrong?" Her Father asked in a stern voice.

No response.

She curled up in a corner and she had her head rested on her knees, rocking back and forth slowly. She started to bite at her lower lip to prevent herself from crying.

"Rukia?" Her Father got up from the table and slowly started to walk toward her. He reached his hand out to tap her on the arm.

"G-GET AWAY FROM ME Y-YOU… MONSTER!" She yelled at him slapping his hand away. She suddenly rose up on her two feet and ran out of the house.

Kenpachi and Renji sat there speechless. None of them knew what just happened.

Rukia was running. She didn't know where, but she knew that she could no longer stay in that house, the house she had lived in all her life, the house that brought back so many terrible memories, the house that contained the most brutal man known to her existence, her Father.

She just kept on running, even as her legs started to burn and her breath was tattered, she couldn't stop.

She was running towards the supermarket that was near the school when she spotted Ichigo.

Her heart stopped and her eyes grew wide. Her face was soaked with tears and she quickly wiped them off. She turned around hoping he wouldn't see her.

She was breathing hard and stood there like an idiot. Of course he'd spot her. She was still in her school uniform, which made it more evident to him.

What would she tell him? She wasn't ready to face him, not after what she had just remembered, but she couldn't just go back home. She tried to hide herself and walk past him.

"Rukia!" He spotted her. She tried not to respond and walked at a quicker pace.

He jogged up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She tried to escape by running. Her legs were in so much pain that she didn't get very far before she stopped. He was close behind her and grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around.

"Rukia, what's wrong?" She looked at him with such pain in her eyes that it stung him at the bottom of his heart. Her eyes wear seeping with tears and he embraced her with a hug.

She began squirming and fidgeting within his arms and he let her go. She slapped him hard across the face.

"Leave me alone! What do you want from me?" She spat at him angrily.

He stood there with his mouth gawked open. His face stung and he didn't understand.

She couldn't tolerate to look at him any longer and ran off once more. She continued to run aimlessly, letting her heart guide her. Little did she know, a certain orange haired boy was chasing after her.

She stopped at a park that was probably a few miles away from her house and she was breathing heavily, her heart, pounding wildly in her chest. She looked around the small park and saw nobody, a lone park. This was perfect for her to think things through and just take a break from everything.

She slowly paced herself to a swing and sat down. It was a bit rusty, but that didn't bother her. She rocked herself back and forth. Everything was just hitting her so hard and she couldn't grasp it all.

Drops of tears were dripping onto her thighs and she held her face in her hands. She began sobbing, gently at first, but it progressed into frantic crying.

Ichigo could hear her and he began getting quite worried. He was hiding behind a tree, not so far from where she was.

Her life was a wreck. There was no way he could fix it and it hurt him more than anything. He still didn't know what was wrong, but it was quite obvious she wasn't being herself.

He could do one of the two choices, stand there and watch her fall apart, or try to approach her and see what was wrong.

She didn't know what to do with herself anymore. She knew she couldn't go home, but she had nowhere to stay. Ichigo probably hated her and he was the last person she wanted to see.

It was just her now; no one else was there but her. She was in a life of solitude now and nothing would change that. She wasn't ready for a change.

As she was sobbing, deep in thought and depression, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

She looked up with tear stained cheeks.

TO BE CONTINUED.

A/N: Bwahaha! I'm so evil for leaving you readers on cliff hangers all the time. :) This chapter was filled with emotions, though it may not seem like it. When I first started, I was really angry and when I ended it, I was in a really unhappy mood (I hate saying sad/depressed…). It didn't turn out the way you all thought it would. xD My chapters are getting longer bit by bit. I hope my writing is getting better! n.n Review please:) Sorry if there are like typos or weird spots that don't make sense. >.> I'm too lazy to reread everything. :)