Promise Me
Chapter : 3
The first couple of months in her foster home was okay. But after those first months there her foster parents started to show their true colors. After her first beating she had crawled into a corner of the room and cried for Sesshoumaru.
The man, Naraku asked her who this Sesshoumaru person was and when she didn't answer she got yet another beating. The man then told her to never speak of the name ever again. At nights the little girl would hold the ring within her small palm and talk to herself as if her Sesshoumaru was really there beside her.
As days turned into months and months into years the girl forgot about her friend. She actually forgot about anyone in her life and only knew her foster father. She knew her teachers but none of that even mattered. She was sixteen and going to school in a run down old school.
She had no friends what so ever. The once beautiful little girl was still buried deep within this zombie like creature but was never allowed to resurface. This girl had dull looking hair and her eyes looked as if no life were in her body. She knew no hope and held no hope. Living with her foster parent day after day getting a beating like she was a rag doll.
Her spirit was broken and hope of ever having a chance to leave this wretched hell was gone. The girl was feared and hated by all the school and was treated as if not even there. The teachers even feared to hear this girl's eerie voice which sounded of nothing that lived in this world.
Of course she had top marks in the whole school which no one who looked at her would of thought. But her reason for that was her own. She would never tell of the harsh beatings she was getting by the man for he had threatened to kill her many times and she knew he wouldn't hesitate to do so.
Walking the halls of her school she reached her locker and got her book bag. Slowly putting her books into the bag then closing her locker she walked out of the school. Walking down the street foot after foot, seeming as if she were the only person in the world she made her way home.
Unlocking the door to the house the girl walked in. She passed the living room climbed the stairs and walked into her room. She would sleep until after midnight which was when her foster father got home. She would then get a beating for he would come home drunk and then after that was done she would take a bath to wash off all the blood and soothe her aching bones.
She had grown use to it over the years and it was like a chore to her. Come home, sleep, get a beating, have a bath, do her home work and then go to school and come home to do it all over again. No wonder this creature looked as if the life was taken out of her.
She lay down on her bed and was soon asleep and engulfed by her nightmares. But this was one of those dreams where a silver haired boy... perhaps an angel would chase away the demons of her sleep and hold her. But as the boy was talking to her she was ripped out of his arms and thrown into a wall. She opened her eyes to see that it was her foster father and he had blood shot eyes.
But through all her beatings she held her head high. Sure her spirit was broken but for some odd reason she had always held her head high as if she were proud of herself. The man threw her to the floor and took of his belt whipping her across her back. Telling her to stand up she did, she held her head high and to him it looked as if she were defying him. Smacking her across the cheek with the back of his hand, making blood run from her nose. He beat her for almost an hour leaving her bloody and bruised on the floor.
She kept still on the floor for yet another hour, when she knew he was fast asleep she slwly got up her body screaming for her to stop. She made her way to the bathroom ever so slowly. At last reaching the bathroom she turned the tap and ran the hot water. slowly peeling the clothes from her bloody body she, turned off the tap. Easing herself into the hot water, her bones easing from their tense state and her muscles being soothed.
She washed the blood from her body turning the water in the tub red with her blood. This was her life, being beaten and having a hot bath to soothe her and wash the blood off her body. Once done she got out of the tub and put on a fresh pair of clothes and headed to her room to do her homework.
She worked until the sun shone through her window. She then put her books into her book bag and headed down the stairs to the kitchen. She knew that Naraku wouldn't be awake this early in the morning and wouldn't bother with her this early. She slowly ate a bowl of cereal and then headed back to school.
Not even there was she safe. She had learned that many years ago, when she thought her school was the one place Naraku wouldn't bother her. But she was wrong he had come to pick her up one day pulling her out of class and taking her home to beat her. No place was safe for her.
She walked into her class and up to the front of the class room to where the teacher was sitting. She handed her homework in and headed to the back of the classroom where she sat. She was always the first student into the school before the morning classes started.
Sitting down in her desk and wincing as her bruised back made contact with the back of the chair. A bruise had formed on her cheek but when the teacher asked what happened she answered in that eerie voice of hers, "I tripped on the stairs at home."
Soon it was lunch and everyone rushed out of the science class, she being the last one out. She walked to her locker and pulled out her small lunch and walked to the cafeteria to sit by herself as usual.
"Higurashi Kagome, come down to the office."
Kagome got up and knew that Naraku was her to take her 'out' to lunch. She gathered her stuff and headed towards the office.
As she had predicted Naraku stood by the desk flirting with the secretary. His wife had left him soon after her arrival not wanting anything to do with the little girl or her abusive husband.
After lunch Kagome went back to school with a couple more bruises under the material of her clothes. She walked into her classroom already twenty minutes late but didn't need to tell the teacher anything for they all knew if she was late her father had picked her up and taken her to lunch. But what would they do if they knew the real truth about her foster father?
Once again wincing as her back touched the desks back she looked up to the front and didn't hear what the teacher was saying at all. She knew she would get it on her own when she did it at home and it would help her pass the night hours after her beatings.
She may have had all her work done but the teachers had given up long ago when asking her questions for her to answer during their lectures about this and that. They had tried to get the girl to speak or at least share with the class on an answer or two but when spoken to she would just sit there.
Her last class was nearing an end, if only her life would near its end. The bell rang and the students piled out of the classroom, she walked to her locker and got her stuff only to find it trashed. This happened to her often, the kids would do this to her on purpose and she would be left to clean up the mess.
It was a good thing Naraku had the graveyard shift of his job or she would get an extra long beating for coming home late. Her locker once again cleaned she got her bag and headed home.
Walking home her hand involuntarily found it's way to a chain around her neck. She didn't know where she got it from, perhaps her mother, or her real father. All she knew was it meant a lot to her.