Abi
I sigh and watch my mother pull out of the driveway in her black Cadillac, soon turning at the end of the street. I walk out my backdoor and cut across the yard to Sesshomaru's house.
I'm not even sure why I felt the need to come back over. I now feel a little bad for imposing, and think about saying I'll just go home, not wanting to be his way. Some part of me thinks it's he's the only person on the block that's in my age range, but another was that he was easy to talk to. There were few people in my life that listened to what I had to say and actually were willing to try and make me comfortable. I also noticed we had a lot in common.
I walk up the steps and lightly knock, surprised when the door opens only a few seconds later and Sesshomaru lets me in. I went straight to the couch and heard him behind me. I sit and he takes the seat beside me.
"So…whatcha' watchin'?" I smile to him and he shrugs, not even bothering to glance over at me. I sigh and take in a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry for inviting myself over yesterday….I can still go home." I offer and he pauses, as if thinking it over.
"No…" He whispers and I look up, arching my brow. "I enjoy your company." He explains and I just blink up at him before smiling again.
"Aw." I pinch his cheek and he turns his head to face me, staring with his golden, emotionless eyes. I yelp and pull my hand away. He sighs.
"This house is too big." He shrugs.
"What do you mean?"
"There are two of us that live here….we have five master bathrooms…" He starts.
"Oh…"
"Each one has a private bathroom and walk in closet." He goes on.
"Wow….that is a lot." I stare and he nods.
"It's just senseless to spend all this money on a house that only has us and we probably won't live in long."
"You move a lot too?" I ask and he looks over and nods.
"I hate moving." I frown and lean on him, feeling him tense but soon calm down. "We've moved everywhere."
"Us too." He sighed.
"Sometimes, she wants to move for her boyfriends and other times it's her job or sometimes the neighbors or she just gets bored." I sigh and hear him snicker. I look up and my brows knot together. "Is that funny?"
"You're mother sounds a lot like mine." He sighs.
"So it's funny?" I cross my arms and huff.
"No, no…just ironic." He shrugged and I did the same, it made sense at least.
"I'm home alone a lot too." I start and he looks over, giving me his full attention. "My mom works a lot, she just left for a business trip actually, and my step dad just disappears when he feels like it."
"Ah…my mother leaves for work a lot too. She gets boyfriends but…they never last."
"Ooh." I sigh and stare at the TV. He hands me the remote and I nod in thanks, flicking through the channels. "Sleeping Beauty!" My face looks up and he blinks.
"…what about it?" He mutters and I smile more to him.
"It's my favorite Disney movie. Can we watch it?" I grin innocently and he shrugs, though I can see he's weirded out. "Do you have popcorn?"
"I…think so." He continued to stare at me with a shocked gaze.
"Could you check please?" I ask and he nods, going to the kitchen. He comes back out with a bowl and I giggle and put it on my lap after he hands it to me. He sighs and lets me lean on him again, watching the movie with me.
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Sesshomaru
She had left hours ago, since she was due home when her stepfather got home, and the house had been eerily quiet. Its 11:00 now and my mother just called a half hour ago to say she couldn't make it home tonight. I didn't even bother to question her, not wanting to know what's happening and not really caring quite frankly.
I finish shutting the lights and TV off downstairs, figuring I'll just go upstairs for the night. I start shutting the curtains, knowing my mother has a strange paranoia, but stop when I'm at the window that faces Abi's house.
I watch her run out the front door of her house, only wearing her skirt, tank top, and flip flops in the pouring ran, and to her car, slamming the door to her house. I watch curiously as she tries pulling the car door open and ends up punching and kicking the door in a childish tantrum. I sigh and go to close the curtains but stop when she stands beside the car and buries her face in her arms, which are now folded on the roof of the car. I frown and feel a little worried.
A man goes on the porch and starts yelling to her, I can tell he's drunk by the way he's stumbling, and presume him to be her stepfather. She yells back but her wet, matted hair covers her face. The man goes inside and I open my side door, watching her angrily kick her tire again and yelp and hold her big toe.
"…Abi?" I whisper as I approach her and she jumped before looking over to me.
'Yeah?" She turns her head so I can't see and bows it to stare at the ground.
"You alright?" I frown and she nods, biting down on her bottom lip and letting out a soft whimper. I cautiously grab her chin and tilt it up so she faces me. She yelps and pulls away on contact and my frown deepens, not used to seeing her so scared. She crosses her arms and shivers a bit, rain still pouring on her skin. "What's the matter?" I ask again and she looks up to me with her lip trembling. She slowly moves her bangs away from her right I and I gape at the large bruise that surrounds it.
"I-I just…he…" She stammers and I subconsciously stroke the side of her head.
"Who did this to you?" I ask and she fidgets uncomfortably. "Abi…was it him?" I ask and she slowly nods. I turn on my heel to go give him what he deserves but she grabs my arm and pulls me back.
"Don't make him more mad." She cries on my shoulder and I stroke her back, feeling bad. "Please don't…."
"Where are you staying?" I whisper and she shrugs.
"My car's locked…" She mumbled and I sigh.
"You can stay with me…" I assure and she looks up.
"You sure?"
"Mhm." I nod and lead her back to the house. She follows me and I give her a towel from one of the multiple bathrooms and she nods in thanks, though I can tell she's still a bit shaken up.
"I don't have to stay….I'm sure I can find somewhere and…" She starts rambling again.
"Abi…its fine." I cut her off and she nods. "You go wash up for now…I'll see what I can do for dry clothes." I order and she nods, going into the bathroom, shutting the door, and starting the bath tub. I sigh and go upstairs.
At first, I planned to go to my mother's room but honestly, unless she planned on dressing like a whore or a business woman, I don't think it'd do. Plus, somehow, my mother would notice one thing missing from her closet. I get out one of my big T-shirts and pajama pants. It was only to sleep in anyways. I bring the folded clothes downstairs blink when I see her, in a towel and dried for the most part.
"This is all I could find…" I frown and hand her my clothes. So she doesn't think I'm gawking, I avert my gaze to the wall.
"Thanks…" She smiles a bit. I frown when I see bruises on her thigh, usually hidden by clothes. She turns to change in the bathroom and my heart sinks when I see a scar on the back of her shoulder. She changes and comes back out.
"We have a few guest rooms, I could show you…" I start.
"Could I share with you?" She mumbled and I blink.
"Share my room?"
"I don't take a lot of space…just for tonight please….I don't wanna be alone…" She frowns and I nod, leading her to my oversized room. She sits on the bed and ties her hair back. I go in the bathroom and bring out Vaseline.
"Close your eyes…" I whisper and she does so. I carefully put some over her black eye and she hisses and tenses as I finish. I turn the TV on and hand her the remote, watching her crawl under the blankets in my oversized pajamas and nuzzling her head into my pillow. My bed was big enough to fit three people without touching, so it wasn't that big of a deal to me. I crawl on the inside and turn the lights off.
"…you make me feel safe…" She whispers and I look over. "Because you're the only person that's really nice to me." She admits and I frown and slip under the covers. She scoots back until her back's pressed against my chest and I let her. "Thanks for letting me stay…"
"You can stay any time he hurts you." I whisper and she nods, pulling my arm so it's around her waist, and even smiling a little. Her black eye didn't take from her features at all and after all that, she could still be happy.
I held her and stared blankly at the random TV show, it was a cartoon actually, Tom and Jerry, and let the light of the TV flood the room. Even not speaking with her, I could tell there was somewhat a bond now, and I truly trusted her.
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A/N: Sort of a filler…at first at least. It does get personal with them later on and may get dark so there's your heads up. Please review and feel free to give ideas.