"But dad, its prom…" Kagome whispered. She had finally gotten up the courage to ask her parents for some money to buy a prom dress, and like she thought she wasn't getting an easy answer. She rarely asked for anything, because she knew better. But this was one thing she really wanted, and it had been too much to ask that they wouldn't give her a hard time over it.
"And? An excuse to waste money on a piece of fabric." Her father sneered.
"I can resell the dress afterward, to a consignment shop or something." She answered, she kept her head down. It was better that way, not only did she hate seeing the hatred in his eyes, but it kept him from getting angry faster.
"How much?" he asked. He leaned back in his chair at the table, his eyes roamed her figure while he waited for an answer. She could feel his stare, and tried not to squirm. Ever since the hospital incident a year before he had laid off a bit, but it was only a matter of time before he couldn't help himself. Kagome was just thankful that he had been easier on her since, but she had a feeling her time was running out.
"Just a hundred for a used dress, there's one at a shop downtown." She said. When she heard the chair scrape the floor, she held her breath. It was coming, she could feel it. With a silent sigh, she raise all her mental walls to try and block out what was coming.
"What do I get in return?" his breath touched her ear, and she couldn't stop the shiver of fear and disgust that racked her body. It had been over a month since he had touched her, and now her luck was over. She felt his fingers slide up her arm, across her collarbone, and up her neck. She felt the slight prick of tears, and forced them back. She hadn't cried in front of him in years, and that wasn't going to stop now. Kagome also knew his question was rhetorical, no matter her answer, he was going to take what he wanted. All the while her bitch of a mother stood at the sink, pretending she didn't know what was taking place right behind her. His hand reached her chin, and tilted her head back to meet his gaze. She nearly puked at the fire in his eyes, it promised pain, and a lot of it.
"Just get it over with." She whispered. The hand that had held her chin, quickly grabbed her throat. His hold so tight, she nearly blacked out, and how she wished she had.
I know, he's a bastard. There's a reason why I have allowed her to remain in this situation, so bare with me. :D