This is a dark drabble.

It is rated M for mature themes and content.

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The Broken - Chapter 1

She counted. Ten perfectly manicured finger nails dug into two couch pillows. Seventeen beer bottles littered the living room floor. Two doors stood in the distance, fifteen steps away was an escape. And yet there was one man, lingering over her, making the exit seem unreachable. She counted his thrusts as she closed her two eyes and held back countless tears.

He would not hurt her more than this if she did not fight. How long ago had that lesson etched itself in her brain? She bit her lip praying that his lack of stamina would save her from half an hour of this torture. He was talking to her now, whispering sweet nothings in her ears. She numbly responded by looking into his eyes and forcing herself to smile.

Her smile must have set him off because within seconds of the gesture he found release. He pulled himself out of her and fell none too gracefully to the floor. His climax lulled him into a light slumber.

She sat up quietly, her long dark tresses falling down her bare back. She quickly moved around the sleeping figure to grab her discarded school uniform. She resisted the urge to light the cursed thing afire. But instead she walked into the laundry room and deposited it in the washer.

She quietly made her way up the stairs and entered her room. After making sure that her door was locked, she ran into the bathroom. She turned the shower on with a twist of her wrist and submerged herself in the burning water. How many times would she have to do this? How many times would she have to wash his scent from her skin? Tears fell from her eyes for only a moment before she angrily wiped them away.

After about half an hour of standing numbly in the shower water, she placed some soap onto a rag and began to cleanse herself. There would be no need to alert those who had it within their powers to know of the sins that were conducted as rituals in her homestead. There would be no need for her so called friends to look upon her in disgust.

She quickly dressed for school and wandered down stairs again. He had picked himself off the floor so maybe he was gone. She almost let out a sigh that caught in her throat when she heard a crash in the kitchen.

"Husband…" A slurred voice called out. "Let's do it right here on the counter…"

"You're drunk. You didn't even come home last night." The husband responded.

"I'm not drunk." The wife whined. "I was just in pain so I had to take those pills. And I didn't have water so I had to get something from the bar and…" She let out a string of giggles. "Carry me across the threshold and into bed!"

"Fine." The husband muttered angrily. He picked up his wife bridal style and carried her through the living room to find his daughter standing there with a blank look on her face. He smiled thoughtfully at her.

"Kagome you see how your father and I are in love!" The woman cried out to her daughter.

"Yeah… love…" Kagome muttered before grabbing her book bag and speeding towards the door.

"Kagome… I love you… Don't be late tonight ok?"

She stopped the shudder that ran down her back and turned towards her father and gave him a breath taking smile that practically broke her heart. "I'll be home right after practice. I love you too daddy…" Survival, all she had to do was survive and it would all be okay one day.

He made a short grunt of approval before moving up stairs with her mother. And as soon as the two were out of sight, she raced out the door, wishing to be free if only for a little while.