Hello, hello! Welcome to the FIRST chapter of Running Forever Re-Written. I would like to point out a few things in this chapter.

First off it is supposed to be "Pain From Someone Who "Loves" You". It is supposed to have the quotation marks, but I found out that FanFiction doesn't let you do that on titles, so yeah it's just going to have to be that way.

Second off I'm going to go ahead and tell everyone who Kagome's "Father" is, since I'm sure you will all go ahead and figure it out anyway. Her "father" is Naraku. I wasn't going to make up some person or put Onigumo or anything to try to make it different this way. Naraku has always been the bad guy and I plan to keep it that way.

Third off I want to thank Takahashi Asuka, another writer from FanFiction that helped me fix this chapter. I started this chapter a while back and looking back on it now I was like "What the heck was I doing?" I was very bad at writing, but I have gradually started to get better. I give a big, BIG thanks to you, Takahashi, for helping me fix this chapter and helping me with all the other things along the way. (:

And also this is a chapter that has a lot of beating in it and also has un-dressing. So yeah, this is where the story starts to get into all that. I made this story T for a reason and that means, NO. I will NOT have any sex or rape in it. I mean… there will be, but I'm not going to describe it or make any lemons. So that will not happen in this story! (Note: I actually might make this M)

Anyway! On with the chapter!

Enjoy.

P.O.V- Kagome

Smack. One more hit was all it took for me to start bleeding. I held onto my cheek as he pulled his fist back. I moved my hand in front of my face to see the crissom red that lay on my palm. I hate blood more than anything in this world does. And it's all thanks to that asshole I call my "father". I can remember the reason why just like it was yesterday, though it has been over nine years.

-Flashback-

I was lying in my bed; sound asleep in my light green colored room, until I was shook awake by the sound of the front door slamming. I heard heavy footsteps move across the floor and down the hall. I didn't even have to turn towards my bedroom door to know who it was.

I slowly lifted the covers off my body and sat on the side of my bed, letting my feet dangle for a second before I softly pressed my feet to the carpet. I carefully strode over to my open door, not making a sound as I poked my head out my door and looked down the hallway, seeing a figure open up my parent's door.

The figure then walked inside, stumbling a bit as he walked, slamming the door behind him. I started to hear arguing going on behind the door.

I slowly tiptoed down the hallway; the hard wooded floor creaking under my feet with each single step I took. I got to my parent's door and slowly opened it, peaking inside. My breath caught in my throat.

My father was on top of my mother and was feeling all over her. I could only see his back, but I was able to see the panicked face of my mother.

"Naraku, please! I said not tonight. Just please lay down and go to sleep," My mother said, begging.

I heard a ripping sound as my father threw my mother's shirt onto the floor.

"Just shut the fuck up! I'm tired of hearing you talk!" Naraku said as he slapped my mother across the face.

I could hear her wince as he did. My mother then started to forcibly struggle against my father as he continued to try to take off her remaining clothes. He then got up and picked her up off the bed, throwing her hard onto the floor. A small breaking sound was heard as my mother grabbed her arm and screamed out.

I pushed their door open all the way and ran over to my mom and tried to help her up, "Mommy! Mommy, are you ok?"

Tears were spilling down her eyes, "K-Kagome, get-" but she didn't have time to finish.

My father pushed me back by his arm and I fell onto my back. He then got on top of my mother and continued to hit her.

I got to my feet, tearing pouring down my face and started to scream at him, "Daddy, please stop hitting mommy! Stop it!"

I ran over and jumped on his back, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling back, trying to get him off my mother.

My father jerked back and threw me off him; he then stood up and pulled a handgun out from behind him that he was hiding under his shirt and aimed it at me. My face froze in shock, was my father really pointing a gun at me? I knew he and mother had problems, but him and me rarely ever did.

My father then got a twisted smirk on his face and turned to my mother, still pointing the gun at me, "So, Misaki, will you listen to me now? Huh? If I shoot your precious little girl?"

My mother shook her head furiously, choking out sobs, "Please! Please no! I'll do anything, just please don't hurt her! Please… I'm begging you!"

My father started to laugh hysterically, "You make me laugh, Misaki. First you try to fight me and now you say you will do anything, all because of this piece of trash right here? I'm growing tired of games with you."

"Please! Please, Naraku, don't! I swear! I swear I'll do anything, please!" My mother kept crying and got up trying to make her way over to me.

My father then pointed the gun at her and shot her in the leg, she screamed terribly and crumbled to her knees, crying out in pain. I ran over to her and wrapped my arms around her, crying along with her. My father walked over to us and knelt down in front of us. Using the gun to brush the hair out of my mom's face and look at her.

"I have grown tired of you, Misaki. I think your daughter is going to be my next play thing," My father said as he pushed me back again and pressed the barrel of the gun right to my mom's forehead.

"Say good night to your daughter, Misaki, because she will be going to bed right after I have my fun with her," and with that my father shot her in the head.

Blood sprayed onto my face and clothes as well as my fathers. I looked at my mother's lifeless body as she fell to the floor. No more tears would come to my eyes, I felt numb. I felt like my father actually just shot a hole through my heart instead.

My father walked over to me, "Get up."

I didn't move; all I did was continue to stare at my mother's body.

"I said get up!" My father grabbed onto my hair and pulled me up so I was almost right up in front of his face.

I screamed and tried to get him to drop me by pulling on his hand, but his grip continued to hold on my hair. He then let go of my hair, but grabbed onto my body and tossed me onto the bed. I tried to run off it but he hurriedly got on top of me and started to take off my own clothes. I cried and tried to scream out for help, trying to push him off me.

Smirking and shaking his head my father laughed, "No one is going to help you now, my little Kagome. You are all mine and no one is going to take you away from me."

I continued to cry, but he slapped me, telling me to shut up. And I did, knowing he would probably hurt me worse if I didn't stay quiet.

-End Flashback-

That night was nine years ago and I am now seventeen, but that was the first night my father, Naraku as I call him now, raped and hit me. I have never looked at him the same and I never will again. Naraku is a monster and I will no longer call him my father.

The mornings of that night Naraku had called the cops and gave them a fake story of a trespasser coming into our home and raping and killing my mother. Saying that we had stayed at my grandmother's for the weekend and came home to find her dead. He was never even considered a suspect because he cleaned the gun and hid all evidence of our clothing.

Ever since then Naraku has beat and raped me constantly. He normally does it every time he gets home from the bar. I have tried to hide in my room each time, but he manages to get into my room anyway.

Naraku blames me for my mother's death, saying if I never came into the room that night, none of this would've happened and I have started to believe him.

I was struck again by him, pulling me away from my thoughts.

"Please stop!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my so-called "father" kept hitting me.

"Shut up bitch!" he yelled as he threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach.

I screamed as I felt an agonizing pain jolt through me as I fell to the floor.

As I lay there on the floor, the abuse didn't stop, let alone lessen up. I was kicked over and over and over again in the same spot every time.

This went on for a minute or two, possibly longer, until he finally stopped. He then picked me up off the ground by my already bruised arm and threw me to the stairs.

"Go clean yourself up. We don't want you going to school looking like that." He said in that husky, alcoholic voice. He looked at me like I was a lost orphan or a lonesome raggedy dog.

I didn't stay there long. I mustered up all of my strength and scrambled to my feet, holding my bruised stomach while attempting to go to my room. Would the abuse ever stop? Would I ever be able to get away from this monster that is supposed to be my father?

Ahh, I think that was pretty good, don't you agree? Anyway, that was the first chapter! I hope you liked it, next chapter will be a lot spicier! (Yes, spicier is my word)

Again, thank you so much, Takahashi! You're a real FanFiction friend!

R & R.

Till next write,

Kaname ~