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This story is based on The Only Exception by Paramore
Summary: From seeing the relationship between her parents, Rima didn't believe of the word 'love'. She didn't want to get hurt by anyone ever again. She didn't want to feel she decided to lock such a feeling away. But love can be unexpected.
I don't own SC and I don't own Paramore's The Only Exception. But I really wish I did ;(
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Nagi's POV
I don't understand it. What that mark was on her neck and why she was so hesitant to go into her own home. She said she was fine but I could tell she was lying. Her eyes gave it away, she looked frightened and so very sad. I could feel her emotions like they were my own. But even so, she acts like everything is ok. When it really isn't. I don't know how she got that mark, but I knew that it wasn't good. It looked like she had been strangled. Like someone was trying to strangle her until she stopped breathing. But who would want to do such a thing? The way she acted as she approached her front door, I could tell that the answers lay inside that house. She didn't want to let me in. She didn't want to let me help her. Ok, I don't really like her. But she's a girl. I think she's being abused. How could she get that mark if it wasn't from someone doing it to her? You wouldn't get that from simply falling over. I felt seriously worried, a feeling I'd never think I'd have for her. I thought that all I had was hate. A neverending hate that made we want to hurt her and leave her heartbroken. I'm not sure whether I still want to do that anymore.
I don't know what is right and wrong anymore. Everything is so fucked up. I want to go into that house and find out exactly what is making her that way. But I can't. I can't do anything. All I can do is hope that I'm just wrong. That her life isn't horrible. But deep down inside, even though I tried to ignore and get on with my life, I knew she was suffering. I couldn't let that girl suffer by herself.
I was going to do something. I was going to put that plan on hold, for now. I don't know if I will still carry on with it. But for now, my criteria is to save her from her suffering. I looked up at Rima's balcony, it was just facing my bedroom. I walked into my house and climbed up the stairs. It was sort of quiet without Nadeshiko around shouting at me. I came to my bedroom and looked outside. I could see her bedroom from here. It was small and it looked like there had been a hurricane in there. Everything was all over the place. Pieces of paper were spewed over the floor, scrunched up and torn. I moved closer as I came to my balcony and peered in. This might seem like I'm prying, but I'm just wanting to make sure that everything is alright. But that was far from the case. I could see her more clearly now, she was sitting on her bed curled up in a tight ball. Her eyes were scrunched up and tears were trickling down her porcelain-like face. Her golden hair covered her eyes as I watched her in dismay.
Rima.
I can't believe it. I've never seen her cry before. Ever since she came here.
But now there she was crying. It didn't seem right at all. For someone like her to be so miserable. I wanted to go in there and comfort her. But I didn't. I watched her from afar not knowing what to do. I hated her. So why am I caring for her this much? I should just ignore it and be on my way. It can't be too bad right? Yes, I didn't need to be this concerned. If something was really wrong she wouldn't be able to sit there and do nothing. I didn't think she was that kind of person. But I didn't really know her at all. I then realised something. I knew nothing about Rima. Zilch, zero, nought. All I know is what I've seen and what I've taken in. I don't know who she really is or what she's feeling inside. She didn't tell me anything, but it wasn't like we were on good terms either. We hated each other and that was simple. It wasn't going to change. No matter what situation it was. I'd hate her, she'd hate me. It'd be like that forever. Right?
I wasn't so sure myself. I looked outside the window again seeing that Rima was no longer there. It could have been just a petty fight with her parents. I'm probably just jumping to conclusions. I heard a loud bang from a door shutting as I peered over the ledge of the balcony. It looked like Rima's Dad had come home. I took breath. What am I worrying about for? It would just be a normal thing. Rima would say hello to her father and he would greet her too. Nothing special. The windows of the bottom floor of Rima's house was open as I heard something that sounded like smashing of plates.
"You're just like your damn mother!" A voice shouted followed by more sounds of objects crashing to the ground.
That did not sound right. Something was going on. I could see Rima clearly now through the bottom window. She was shaking uncontrollably, her amber eyes so lifeless and lost. It was like she was nothing but an empty shell. Her back was against the wall as she looked anywhere but her dad. Her father was closing in on her, my eyes widened as I saw him grab Rima by her hair and pull her up. She whimpered as he smacked her around the face. I couldn't watch anymore. I staggered away from the balcony and closed the doors and the curtains. I wish I hadn't seen such a thing. I wish I'd just looked away when I had the chance too. To witness such a thing, my feelings are in complete turmoil. Rima. Rima. Rima.
Why haven't you told anyone about this? Why have you continued to keep quiet and not say a word? How on Earth could you stand being treated like that? If it was me, I'd break down. But I could tell, she was very close to doing so. Her lifeless eyes, it was like she didn't even care about her existence anymore. Like it was worthless to her, and to everyone else. I didn't want to see those eyes imprinted in my mind. I wanted to see the normal Rima. Even if she was glaring at me so menacingly, I couldn't bear to see her like she was now. Never, ever, could I bear to see those eyes.
I was going to do something. I wanted to make a difference in her life. I ran down the stairs not thinking about anything else but her. I opened the door wide and ran out to our front yard. I looked across to her yard and saw her cowering by the front step. She had two marks on her now. One on her face and another on her left arm. She was trying to control her trembling and she hadn't seemed to notice me walk up to her. I touched her hand lightly but she didn't look up at me. I knew she didn't want me to be here. She really was like a lifeless doll now. I pulled her up gently and hugged her tight.
"It's alright Rima," I hushed her, "When you want to cry, cry. There's nothing stopping you."
She acknowledged my words as she wrapped her hands around me as her tears began to form.
I never thought I'd hug the girl I hated.
But did I even hate her anymore?
The Only Exception
I don't know how long I stood there with her in my arms. But it felt like an awfully long time. I stroked her hair trying to soothe her. I felt like it was kind of strange. A few days ago I would never have considered being like this. I don't know whether I would have cared. But now all I can think about is Rima. It's like she's contaminating my brain. I can't get her out of my head. I have no idea what she thinks of me. She might still hate me. But I pray she doesn't. I feel like I want to be accepted by her. But will she even do so?
She pushed me away, her attention somewhere else. She then looked at me straight in the eyes.
"Nagihiko, please don't tell anyone about this," she pleaded.
I stared at her quite shocked. She wanted me to hide it? How could I? This poor girl was suffering and she wanted me to keep quiet and do nothing? That was against all my principals. But somehow I can't argue with her. Even if I tried for some reason I can't. I nodded trying to act like normal. Like nothing had changed.
"About what?" I smirked.
She punched me lightly, "Stop with that smirk. It's sickening."
She had said it again. The same thing she said last time. But she wasn't so convincing now. Her voice was slightly cracked from crying.
"You know you love it," I smiled.
She rolled her eyes and snorted, "More like hate it."
Even though I had decided to not saying anything for now, I couldn't let her walk back into that house again. I was worried that some day, her father would go too far. I was going to watch over her and I was going to make her entire world brighter. I had decided. I was starting a new plan. This one would make sure that I would turn Rima's life upside down. It's goal: to see her smile.
I looked up at her house. I could tell she didn't want to go back in there. But she couldn't stay out there for the all night. She'd freeze to death. There was only one solution. Nadeshiko. She'd understand completely. I took Rima's hand and started to lead her out of her front yard.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
I smiled, "Taking you to my house."
She became a little flustered. I wonder what she was thinking inside that head of hers.
"I don't want you to be in that house tonight. So you can sleep in Nadeshiko's spare room," I said.
She looked at me a little surprised at what I had said. I was too, I don't think I'd be like this if I didn't know about her. So is it pity? No, it's not. I'm not pitying her. It's more like I'm protecting her from that father of hers. Who knows what her mother's like.
"Are you really Nagihiko?" she questioned.
I snorted at this. Of course she'd say something like that. But I was wondering the same thing. Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe my head's playing tricks on me. I don't know, I guess I'm just going with the flow.
"I think I am," I laughed.
She smiled lightly. Thank god, at least I got something out of her. Now she looks more alive. Not like a doll. Not like how I had seen her before.
I hoped like hell she wouldn't have to go through that again. But I knew, as soon as she stepped into that house, the same thing would probably happen again.
I wasn't pitying her.
I wanted to protect her.
That was the most important matter for me right now.
End Of Chapter
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