Little Angel ch. 11

So, remember that bad feeling Amane had?

A/N I don't own Strawberry Panic, or its characters, sadly…

Hikari snuck through the dark house and into her room as nimbly as possible. She stubbed her toes a few times but managed to make it too her room mostly unscathed.

Too tired to take a shower, and in case her mother was home after all, she simply plopped down on her bed and plugged in her phone to charge for the night. She flipped it open to open a new text screen when she heard Jack's car pull into the driveway. Normally she'd be awakened by the obnoxiously loud noise, but tonight it made no difference; she was still tired as hell. She began typing her message to Amane as the front door flung open and smacked the wall, the disgusting man muttering darkly and loudly and something. Hikari's heart stopped- did he say her name?

It sounded like he was getting closer to her door, so she almost got her phone shut and pretended to sleep. This again, unfortunately, made no difference. Jack didn't knock. He didn't obnoxious bang on the door either, screaming while he was at it. He didn't open it.

As calm as a drunken asshole can be, he simply kicked it off its hinges.

"Don't fuck with me, I know you ain't sleeping bitch," he said coldly. He flicked on her lights and advanced slowly, predatorily, to her bed.

"Jack, what did I-"

He leapt onto the bed, landing his knee in her chest, "Are you some kinda faggot Hikari? Huh? What the FUCK you doing out so late, huh? With a fuckin celebrity now, huh? What, are you too good for me? Bitch, do you know what I do to shits like you back home?"

Hikari was lost in fear- holy hell, how did he know? The pain of his weight on her was crushing her ribs and Hikari couldn't breathe. If she could, she'd start crying. "I'd turn you right, you freak. I always knew you were weird," Jack spat viciously in her face. He was merciless in his voice, and Hikari was scared to have those hands on her again.

Jack was ruthless right now, and if he kept going, Hikari wouldn't be able to tell how long she'd be in a hospital. "H...how did..."

"I saw you, stupid blonde. Singing for that man girl thing. You're disgusting. Your mother is gonna be ashamed of you... God, I wish she'd gotten rid of you, you're just a worthless pain in my ass, and now I have deal with your queer shit too? You're just fulla trouble you ain't worth!" Then he smacked her. Hard. And again. And again, and again, and again, and the tears burst from Hikari onto her swelling, hurting cheeks.

"Oh, so now you're gonna cry? Tough shit, bet your GIRLFRIEND wouldn't like it." He socked her one last time in the jaw and sneered. "Yea, let's see you kiss some bitch now, you little shit!"

Amane... Oh God, please Amane, come back!

Hikari was desperately pleading in her thoughts however scrambled they were by her tormentor. Her tears burned her cheeks and jaw, but she couldn't stop them. Jack grew wilder. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to him, shaking her back and forth while he yelled at her more. "What's wrong with you?! So stuck up no boy wants you? Did your mom drop you on your head when you were a baby, or were you just born retarded?"

"J...j...ow..."

"SHUT UP! It SHOULD hurt. Why do you want it, huh? Why do you wanna be a freak? You knew this was comin you slut!" He bashed his knee again into her chest. "No better than a fuckin hooker. Is that it, are you hooking now, and your Ootori's beck and call bitch?"

"No… No… I…" Hikari's vision was blackening around the edges. The lack of oxygen to her brain was taking it's toll on the small girl. "I...l...l...he..lo...her..."

Jack didn't process at first what she might be saying, but when he caught on... "God! You can't want another bitch like that, stupid! God you're fucked up!" Hikari started crying harder, which put an even heavier strain on body. Why is this happening to me?

"That's just... God you're so... Just... Ugh! I don't wanna even touch you!" He spat again. Then, he sighed, and spoke coldly once more, with a frightening violence lying beneath his voice, like a viper let lose in a yard of field mice. "I'm just... Going to have to fix you. Show you what you need instead of this carpet munching shit"

Hikari grew cold and hot at the same time. What in the bloody hell is talking about? What is he doing? And then she screamed.

Jack was undoing the buckle of his belt when he punched her face again.

"Shut it! Damnit you fuckin queer, keep quiet!" Hikari's pleading was muffled my his strong hand over her mouth, and she started to cry, begging that whatever he was going to do would be stopped by the alcohol in his system passing him out. Please no... Please, my god no... Why? Why tonight? Amane! She was crying out for her Rider, sobbing and shaking and scared for what was to come. Jack just kept yelling at her, trying pathetically to work his pants off with one hand.

"Hikari, if you don't shut your blonde yap, I'm gunna get nasty." Hikari's eyes hardened.

Was this him being NICE? She writhed ferociously under him, despite his knee still digging painfully into her chest. She wanted to run to the kitchen and beat him with something big and heavy. It didn't even faze her that, in all her agony and vain attempts to remove herself from under him, that his pants were now at his knees, and was working his disgusting hands on her shirt. Shit! Don't let him see the-

"What the fuck is this?! You let her suck on you like a piece of meat?" He said, sick disgust in his voice. Hikari couldn't've bothered to point out the obvious inaccuracy of his statement, because he was so drunk he probably thought... Well hell... He's so drunk he's doing... God what is he doing?

Jack ripped the collared shirt off her chest, and she heard the buttons fly and fall to the ground. She screamed as loud as she could from under his hand, begging desperately that he stop, begging for him to let her go, begging for Amane to come save her, begging that something would kill her before whatever was going to happen did.

"Damnit, I told you stay QUIET!" He pushed the hand on her mouth down harder, and squeezed it on her already sore face. Hikari's tears still ran hot down her face. She was shaking and convulsing from pain and shock and fear, and she pleaded more and more for it to stop. She felt his weight on top of her crush onto her still open phone beneath her, and it was painfully sinking it hard edges onto her back. Jack tore her bra off in the same manner, and her scream this time came through.

"Stop! Jack, stop it please, just stop! Please!" Her voice was breaking and catching as her body heaved with sobs and shallow breathing. Jack glared at her wildly and readjusted his hand so it dug into her mouth.

"I. Told you. To shut. The fuck. Up. Now KEEP QUIET! It's for your own good whore, be thankful you little bitch." He shook her violently, and Hikari knew in her half nude and his half drunk state he was staring at her chest. He shook her again and again, and she noticed a sick rhythm to it. She prayed this would be the worst he does, but unfortunately, she had a pretty safe bet it wasn't.

"Of all I've done for you and your mother, you make me come to this? You turn into some disgusting lesbian, to what, spite me? Your mother? You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself, do you? You disgust me." His voice was again cold and vicious. Hikari hated him with everything she had. She had never wished death upon anyone before, but she prayed that Jack would come to a slow, painful, agonizing demise. Hikari hated his patronizing and obnoxious voice, he hated his disgusting personality, and above all she hated him for being drunk. He was a waste of a human being and she knew that enormous monster of an asshole was going to hurt Hikari in ways she didn't understand, and now she was beginning to be truly terrified because his filthy hand had grabbed onto her jeans.

She writhed again, but his crushing weight was too much for her to move. Her breathing was all the more shallow, and her sobs were making it worse. Hikari tried so hard not to give up, to keep fighting him but it had been useless from the start. She knew she was hopeless. Jack had either figured out she was too weak to fight, or stopped caring, because he moved his hand from her mouth and tugged down her jeans, tearing them down past her ankles.

In the split second he wasn't pressed down onto her, Hikari bolted. She was off her bed and halfway to the door and she. Jack tackled her from behind and started beating her back.

"Where the fuck you think you're goin huh?" Hikari felt something break upon impacting the hard wooden floor, but everything hurt so bad she couldn't tell what.

"Fuck this. You're gettin' twice as bad now." Just as Hikari's heart stopped completely, strong hands tore at the sides of her underwear. She screamed again and tried to crawl away, but Jack's legs had pinned her own.

"Jack, please no! Please don't!" Hikari begged, her sobbing still relentless. "Stop... Please st-stop..."

"No." Immediately, Hikari felt something hard press against her somewhere unmentionable.

Her eyes widen and she screamed louder, "JACK NO! PLEASE NO, PLEASE! STOP!" She half heard him spit and rub his hands together and she tried in vain to crawl again, begging for him to let her go. She was scared for her life and-

"AGGGHHH! JACK NO!" Hikari screamed in pain as something, she could only sadly guess what, pushed inside her ass. "JACK PLEASE STOP IT! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

"It's for your own good whore!" Jack thrusted again, and Hikari's broken screaming followed once more. She could hear Jack's disgusting moans as he attacked her body. She wanted to vomit from the pain and sickness of the situation, but her sobs were too heavy. He sped up and Hikari's body shook in pain. She thought she felt blood spill from her and she almost fainted when he hit again even harder.

"You disgusting pig! I hate you! I hate you I hate you I hate you!" She tried to scream again but her throat was hoarse.

"I don't care Bitch, you need this," Jack pushed again, lost to his own sickness. Hikari couldn't have been more disgusted. How can none of the neighbors hear? How can they not care? Why? She could hear her phone vibrating on her bed, and she cursed herself.

"Oh? Your GIRLFRIEND tryna call you?" Jack's voice twisted between disgust and sick pleasure. "Sick little bitch, I hope she comes here. I'll fuck her nasty ass too, set that bitch straight! Set a good example while I'm at it!"

Hikari cried again, but her body was failing her. She knew that every time her phone buzzed, Jack would thrust harder, just to spite her. His threat scared Hikari shitless, and there was nothing she could do about it. Amane... She sobbed for her rider, to rescue her and to stay away. She wondered if she'd ever see her again, if she'd ever tell her, if she'd just know. This would disgust her surely, but how she'd react, the poor girl had no idea. Hikari cried as Jack kept agonizing her about what he was going to do to her and Amane, and her fears grew worse and worse. When the phone stopped buzzing, Jack laughed viciously, smacking Hikari's ass liked she'd seen him do to her mother, the disgusting animal.

"Well waddaya know? She gave up! She gave up on your pathetic ass. She doesn't want you, she doesn't care," He was thrusting so hard, Hikari's body was pushed and thrown around and it hurt like fucking hell. "You're pathetic, and everyone knows it. You should've been a boy if you wanted to mess around with girls you freak. You don't eve-"

He stopped.

He slid slowly away from her.

He stared with cold fear at ferocious anger.

He stuttered something.

And then he hit the floor.

Amane pounced on him from the broken doorway and punched his face as they fell to the ground. She was relentless as she beat him senseless.

"What did you say to her? What did you say to her? You sick sadistic bastard, who the FUCK do you think you are? You disgusting piece of shit, you are a waste of a human being! You aren't half the shit that comes outta my horse's ass!" Amane crushed his nose with a single blow and he whimpered like a dog.

"You... I'll give you hell for what you did to her!" Amane cracked his jaw with one hit, and blacked out his eyes with the next two. The rider was so furious, nothing could hold her back from doing terrible damage to the pathetic thing beneath her. Her sleek form exuded a strength she didn't know she possessed, but she continued, with no promise of stopping. His face looked almost unrecognizable, but Amane did see a face that sparked her memory- the man that used to live in her complex. Her fist connected his face one more time.

"You're still the same little shit that you were years ago," Amane snarled. She punched his face again twice, and then hit his collar bone. "Still the same disgusting alcoholic, still the same fucking pervert. You sick asshole!" She punched him hard in the chest and stood up, slamming her foot against where she hit him. Amane looked over at Hikari, who had curled up in a ball and rolled onto her side, her poor and fragile body bruised and looking broken from her torment. Big blue eyes were bright red from heavy sobs, and they tore at Amane's heart like razor blades. With anger so dreadful and frightening it could stop armies cold in their tracks, she turned back to face Jack, pivoting her foot on him and pushing harder. She bent over and yanked his head up by his hair and saw him bleeding and sobbing, whimpering still like a bitch. She slapped him and moved so he could see Hikari.

"Look what you did to her, look! You fucking animal! You hurt my fucking girlfriend, you beat and violated an angel, and don't give half a damn!" Amane now had him sitting up straight and slammed her foot on his dick. He screamed out and cried a terrible, twisted, agonizing sound, and his voice hitched up three or four octaves.

"You bitch..."

"WHAT? You look at what you did and call ME a BITCH?" Amane picked him up and slung him against a wall, shaking the entire house. Amane wailed her fists to his ears and tears slid from his eyes. "Listen here jackass; if you don't want me to Kill you tonight, you better keep your ass shut! Don't think for a SECOND I'm letting Hikari stay anywhere close to you tonight or ever fucking again! When you pass out, the first thing you're gunna see is a jail cell bastard. Maybe you'll finally clean the fuck up."

Amane knew it wouldn't happen, but she'd be damned if she let some shit like this happen to her Hikari again. He slid to the floor and she stomped again on his dick, and she hoped her weight would've exploded it by now. But sadly, no such luck. She kicked him in the mouth and his head snapped back to the wall, hard, and was still. She moved quickly to Hikari and tried to pick her up gingerly.

"Amane, no, it hurts!" She cried, then her eyes widened. "No, Amane, I'm sorry, please don-"

"No, Hikari, I'm sorry, it's okay, I just... Can you walk?" She highly doubted it. Sadly, she was right in thinking so.

"A...Amane... I-i ccan't... It hurts so b-bad," Hikari whimpered. Her fragile body shook with sobs, and she moaned again in pain. They both knew she couldn't stay long, especially if Jack came to.

"Damnit... Hikari... God, baby, what can I do?" She asked, more to herself than her broken girlfriend. "What if... What if you just did it really fast? And move slow?"

Hikari looked up with more tears in her eyes. She prayed not to be stuck here, the hurt in those big blue oceans drowning Amane with sorrow.

I should just kill him. Kill him right here and rid the world of such a pathetic existence. How dare he... Why? What the hell could have caused this? Amane focused again and quickly scooped up Hikari, wincing and apologizing profusely as she whimpered in pain. "Baby, I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I wish it didn't hurt baby, I'm so sorry. I'm gonna take you home, okay? Hikari, I'm so sorry..."

"Amane..." The Prince felt tears prick her eyes, something that had not happened in quite a few years time. Not the time, she chastised herself, Hikari needs me to be strong damnit. She closed her eyes and turned her head for a moment. Recollected, she moved slowly out of the disastrous room, careful to not let Hikari sway too much and not bump any walls in the slightest. This was a challenge in the small hallways of the house, the dark rooms and blackened kitchen at the end making moving near frightening with the thought of tripping over something and dropping poor, bruised and broken Hikari. Amane made her agonizing path through the house however, leaving Hikari safely further untouched in her protective arms. The front door she had left open in her haste to get in the house, and she left the hellhole behind her, not wanting to look back. Amane had some difficulty opening her passenger door however. She only didn't start swearing because she knew she had to be grateful she had a truck- if she was going to try getting Hikari out of here on the bike, she might end killing her on the first turn. Finally, she managed to get it opened, and gently lay Hikari inside. She moved swiftly the bed of her truck and grabbed the towels from atop and around her bike, and returned to Hikari to cover her bashed and naked body with them. She entered the cab and adjusted Hikari-wincing again at her pain- so her head could rest easily on her lap. The small blonde girl grabbed onto her jeans and nuzzled her head onto her rider, desperate to forget the terror she had just been in. "Your gunna be safe Hikari, just try to fall asleep, I'll wake you up when we get there." Hikari nodded, only slightly, but Amane felt it and started the truck.

The ride to her apartment was pretty easy, but she was worried about police. Honestly, she didn't know how to explain the situation if they saw, and Amane didn't want her to go to the hospital just yet, so they could talk about what they would say, and what they would do. It wasn't that Amane didn't want to get Hikari treatment, she just wasn't sure if the girl could get admitted right away, and she didn't want to watch her sit in pain. She didn't know if Amane could take her anyway and get her admitted, or pay the bills for it. Was Hikari insured? Probably not. The rider didn't care either way, she just hoped nothing would keep her from getting the treatment she needed. Then, there was the police again.

Would they come talk to her? Hikari would tell them the truth, right? Oh shit... I hope they don't raise shit for me kicking that bastards ass... Well, how else was I going to get her out of there? Diplomacy? Fuck it, if they've got a problem with it, it'll have to wait until Hikari's better. I won't be separated from her until I know she'll be okay. Amane looked over at the angel laying on her at a stop light. She could see bruises on her fair skin that showed from under the towels, and it broke Amane's heart. She wanted to go back to the houses and drive a knife through Jack's chest, watch him writhe in pain as she slit his throat. She'd never been or felt so violent in her entire life, but the rider could've cared less. She wanted him dead, or somehow in any other way permanently away from Hikari. Personal vengeance would be best though...

She pulled them into her parking spot in the small lot and Amane ran her fingers through Hikari's soft wavy hair. She watched Hikari as she breathed a little shallowly, stirring only a little. Amane hated to wake her up, to bring her back into reality and the pain that would come along with it. But... She knew...

Maybe if I'm really gentle I can get her upstairs to my room before she can wake up. She left the cab and ran upstairs to unlock her door, then came back down when the way was clear. She opened Hikari's door and gently pulled her out, trying to keep the towels around her. She didn't bother to shut the door, she'd come back for it later, after she'd put Hikari to bed. The walk up the stairs was a challenge, but she managed to get up them without her waking up.

She laid Hikari softly on her bed, pulled the blanket over her body, kissed her forehead softly, and looked over her wounded girlfriend. Sadly, she left to return to her still open truck. After she had it all locked up and the towels returned on top of the bike, she started back to the apartment. Shutting and locking the door behind her, she heard soft sobs coming from her room. Swearing under her breath, she sprinted to her room and called out softly for Hikari.

"Ca... can you please... P... P lease come here?..." Hikari's voice was small, but Amane would've heard it miles away. She walked over to the bed and kneeled beside it. She saw Hikari shake her tired head.

"No... Please... Next to me... Up here... I... I... Want to feel protected..." Amane nodded and got up on the bed, moving to get behind her and hold her, when Hikari freaked.

"No! I... I'm sorry, just... Please... Stay in front of me... Here, hang on..." She tried to move herself backwards on the bed to make room for Amane. The older girl gently laid down next to her and put her arms somewhat awkwardly around Hikari- it's not like she'd done this before, and in Hikari's fragile state, she was scared of hurting her further. But Hikari seemed fine, and she snuggled as comfortably as she could into Amane. The older girl tried to not think about the girl's still naked body she embraced, because if she had, she knew she would look. She would see all the bruises, all the signs of beatings, the signs of torture and agony... All because she wasn't fast enough. She knew something was going on when she hadn't texted back. Amane hated herself for not returning sooner, but...

Why did I care if Jack was there or not? If that was his intention, I could've stopped this whole thing if I had just stayed! Now... Now she's... Amane couldn't bring herself to think about it. The memory of her on the floor, pinned to the ground and helpless, was forever scarred into her brain, and most certainly her heart. Jack's disgusting form burned holes in her sanity, the fire enraging her once more. If she could go back, Amane would undoubtedly kill him.

That phone call... I can only imagine what was really going on... The phone, being stuck underneath Hikari and open, had dialed Amane when the small girl's back crashed onto it. She didn't know how, but Amane was beyond grateful it happened at the same time- she at first couldn't understand what was happening; she heard rustling and strange sounds, then a rumbling came, and finally a man's voice. Amane was getting scared and then out of no where her phone exploded with "Stop! Jack, stop it please, just stop! Please!"

She had rushed out to her truck with murder in mind. She didn't end the call however, she couldn't. She listened to her cries and screams all the way there, and when she pulled up she had lost connection. She called again as she navigated through the dark house, to see if the noise would deter Jack.

Instead, she found the room all too easily, much unlike the sight before her. She couldn't move- the rage of a beast that felt ages old roared inside Amane, and she gripped onto reality only by her hatred. Almost immediately she heard his voice in the house, antagonizing Hikari even further than she had imagined, every word tearing through her mind. And when she stood in the broken doorway, everything became unleashed. The rider had never known herself to be capable of such violence. But in no way would she ever regret- or forget- what she'd done.

I'd do it again in a heartbeat Hikari, just tell me, she thought, kissing her soft wavy blonde hair. Amane closed her eyes to keep tears from spilling, but soon found herself rather exhausted. She knew they would deal with the sorrows to come in the morning, so Amane let herself be drifted off into the surreal realm of her subconscious.

She heard a pair of birds chirping outside, but didn't turn to look, instead falling asleep with her arms still tight around Hikari, and her lips pressed to her skin. Tears slipped out from her eyelids, too overwhelmed in even her groggy state to be held back...

Hikari... I'm sorry...

For the music geeks amongst you, google father figure by george michaels. Then look at the lyrics carefully.