That Night
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,053
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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That Night
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, just the plot.
My name was deleted somehow and I now I have
to repost everything and hope to get half the reviews.
So please review, it would mean a lot.
Bakura coming home drunk and loud is nothing
new to me. But that night was different and the
result was much worse than before.
Everything was put away just how he liked it,
or so I thought. He staggered through the door
at 1:30 am and lumbered up to the bedroom.
I slept downstairs because I don't fulfill his desires
anymore but I most certainly fit the roll of the maid.
Treated like trash, actually I was treated worse than trash.
At least the trash had somewhere to go and others to
go with it. I on the other hand couldn't go
anywhere or see anyone. I only had the four walls,
three-hundred days, 24/7. You ask why I stayed through
the abuse; I stayed because I loved him and wanted
back what we had before.
Now back to that night.
Bakura called me up to the bedroom, so I walked quickly
and silently. When I walked in he pointed to something
I don’t really remember and said," You know how this is
supposed to be, in his low velvety voice that made men
and women swoon, but made me nervous. If I wasn't
musing in my thoughts I would have notice the
right-handed punch coming and landing straight in my face.
Pain exploded, rippling through out my face.
Searing white hot agony followed the other punches to my face.
Then he roundhouse kicked me in the stomach.
Gasping out, "Stop please. I’m sorry...I'll do better next time…” Breathing hurt.
Then his foot connected with my nose. The sickening
sound of bones breaking and the pain were the only
thing I felt and heard. By now I'm in tears and blood
streaming down my face. With the final tow blows to
my stomach I heard another crunch bringing me severe
pain, making me blind me with the agony. As I laid there
I realized that not only my bones broke that night, but my
love that I held for him. I loved him through the abuse,
hoping it would go back to the way it was, loving caress
and sweet words. I don't believe that anymore, he truly
doesn't care for me. After the beating he kicked me out,
cursing saying worthless.
I lay outside the door trying to get my breath back and
planed what I was going to do. I knew I had to get out
and away. But that wouldn't be an easy task with a couple
of broken ribs and a probably broken nose. I called the
closest friend I had. He said he always be there, that
was nearly 5 months ago. I hoped his offer still stood.
The phone rang and he answered quite grumpy with being
awakened at 2:00 in the morning. I said," Yugi, I done,
I'm through with him the beatings and hatred,” in a hushed
voice so I wouldn't wake Bakura up. If he found me on the
phone I most certainly would be dead.
As soon as Yugi found out it was me he said that be over
quickly and abruptly hung up the phone. I packed what little
I had and waited outside. When he pulled up in the car he got
out and we hugged. It was a hug without pain, with someone who actually cared. We were friends together again after being
separated 5 months. He noticed the wince of pain that
crossed my face. He drank in my ragged, pale thin form
with blood and livid bruises. His eyes filled with anger, pity,
sadness and another emotion I didn't know.
He said," Ryou I'm sorry. Come on, were going to the hospital."
And we walked away from my horrible, painful past to a better life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thank you for reading at please review. Thanks alot.
My name was deleted somehow and I now I have
to repost everything and hope to get half the reviews.
So please review, it would mean a lot.
Bakura coming home drunk and loud is nothing
new to me. But that night was different and the
result was much worse than before.
Everything was put away just how he liked it,
or so I thought. He staggered through the door
at 1:30 am and lumbered up to the bedroom.
I slept downstairs because I don't fulfill his desires
anymore but I most certainly fit the roll of the maid.
Treated like trash, actually I was treated worse than trash.
At least the trash had somewhere to go and others to
go with it. I on the other hand couldn't go
anywhere or see anyone. I only had the four walls,
three-hundred days, 24/7. You ask why I stayed through
the abuse; I stayed because I loved him and wanted
back what we had before.
Now back to that night.
Bakura called me up to the bedroom, so I walked quickly
and silently. When I walked in he pointed to something
I don’t really remember and said," You know how this is
supposed to be, in his low velvety voice that made men
and women swoon, but made me nervous. If I wasn't
musing in my thoughts I would have notice the
right-handed punch coming and landing straight in my face.
Pain exploded, rippling through out my face.
Searing white hot agony followed the other punches to my face.
Then he roundhouse kicked me in the stomach.
Gasping out, "Stop please. I’m sorry...I'll do better next time…” Breathing hurt.
Then his foot connected with my nose. The sickening
sound of bones breaking and the pain were the only
thing I felt and heard. By now I'm in tears and blood
streaming down my face. With the final tow blows to
my stomach I heard another crunch bringing me severe
pain, making me blind me with the agony. As I laid there
I realized that not only my bones broke that night, but my
love that I held for him. I loved him through the abuse,
hoping it would go back to the way it was, loving caress
and sweet words. I don't believe that anymore, he truly
doesn't care for me. After the beating he kicked me out,
cursing saying worthless.
I lay outside the door trying to get my breath back and
planed what I was going to do. I knew I had to get out
and away. But that wouldn't be an easy task with a couple
of broken ribs and a probably broken nose. I called the
closest friend I had. He said he always be there, that
was nearly 5 months ago. I hoped his offer still stood.
The phone rang and he answered quite grumpy with being
awakened at 2:00 in the morning. I said," Yugi, I done,
I'm through with him the beatings and hatred,” in a hushed
voice so I wouldn't wake Bakura up. If he found me on the
phone I most certainly would be dead.
As soon as Yugi found out it was me he said that be over
quickly and abruptly hung up the phone. I packed what little
I had and waited outside. When he pulled up in the car he got
out and we hugged. It was a hug without pain, with someone who actually cared. We were friends together again after being
separated 5 months. He noticed the wince of pain that
crossed my face. He drank in my ragged, pale thin form
with blood and livid bruises. His eyes filled with anger, pity,
sadness and another emotion I didn't know.
He said," Ryou I'm sorry. Come on, were going to the hospital."
And we walked away from my horrible, painful past to a better life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thank you for reading at please review. Thanks alot.