Twists and Turns To Contentment by Darkest_B4_Dawn

To the Whore House

I was in my junior year in high school when my whole life had done a 180*. It was around winter time and one of my best friends, and current love interest,

had to break it off with his girlfriend of three years, Kikyo.

"So how did it go" I dangerously asked.

"Fine" was him one worded reply. It was the end of the school day and since Kikyo wasn't riding with him obviously I was going to get to ride. To say that Kikyo detested me would be an understatement. I don't care that she hates me and wants to kill me ever time she sees me, but she could at least come up with a better reason for all of her aggression towards me. The only reason she loathed me so was because of how close I was with her precious Inuyasha . I don't know what she was so afraid of, it's not like he was going to cheat on her with me; if that was plan than he would have done it a long time ago. In any case Inuyasha had never come on to me like. Even when we first met all he did was talk about her and though I didn't know her at the time it still annoyed the hell out of me when he compared me to her. After a while he became like every other guy in the world, thinking of me only as a friend because of how comfortable I made him feel. It was a gift and a curse. One that I wish I could control and use whenever but sadly the gods must like watching me go crazy.

We rode in silence the whole drive home. Inuyasha stopped in fount of my house and let me out. I didn't say goodbye, I never did. Inuyasha always pestered me on why, and I always told him because my father might be watching, and he gave me the same look every time thinking that I was insane. My father was a nice man... when his job was doing well but when things got a little shaky all hell would break loose. Right now was one of those times so I really didn't want to take the slightest chance of him finding out how close we were. No telling what he might do to him if something ever came up.

I walked slowly up the door remembering that I forgot my books in Inuyasha's car I went to turn around but my father, Naraku yanked the door open a second later, roughly pulling me inside and up the wooden stairs. He held me with his slick hand by the wrist, the cigarette between his grimy fingers singing my skin as he dragged my body as if it were rubber, the dark walnut stairs' sharp edges digging into my skin every chance they got, loving the red liquid that surfaced. I winced as my blood dripped onto the floor, which I would be cleaning up when I got back.

"Stand up strait bitch" Naraku whispered into my ear venom dripping after every

word. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was drunk and had a relentless hunger for money. I knew what was going to happen next and instantly wished that I had stayed at school a bit longer. I had gone through many times before but I never got use to it. No matter how much he bet me the time before I always tried to struggle against him. I wanted to just let him do what he wanted but my body never listened. Naraku controlled my life, I never told anyone about what happened to me after I left my school life, I didn't want anyone feeling sorry and I didn't want anyone else pulled into his little games.

As I lifted my unwanting dark blue eyes I saw that Jinenji had come again with one other guy. They were about a head taller than my father and about two heads taller than me. Jay was big, fat and balled, but whenever he opened his mouth his whole façade changed from the angry burly guy that you saw to a soft teddy-bear that you just wanted to trust. I could see the sorrow in his eyes as I did last time. He didn't want to be here, but like me he was forced. The business he was in was not something that you could just back out of without problems fallowing you afterwards.

Naraku pushed me hard with one hand into their arms. He took a drag from his cigarette and gave an exasperated sigh than began to talk.

"Have her back in three day's. Tell Kouga that he can give her as many drugs as it takes if she starts to make noise. Oh and..." he stopped mid-sentence and started to strip me down to nothing. Consistent as always my body started to resist to his touch, I braced myself for my punishment. I close my eyes as he smacked me across my already pained face. After he discarded me I instinctively tried to cover myself which wasn't a great idea. Naraku yanked me up by my deep purple hair.

"Don't, I'm not getting paid for you to cover yourself" he yelled into my ear at a deafening tone. He pushed me into the ground on the second floor and smothered my face into the rough carpet; the pressure of this foot on my head dulled the pain in my bleeding legs. He lifted his leg and walked away into his room were one of his "girlfriends" were most likely waiting for him to return, the pleasure from earlier long since passed. Jinenji grabbed me in a fake roughness and flung me over his shoulder, carrying me to the big van behind the house. He placed me in the back and sat there with me on the ride over to his business, while his partner drove. Jinenji comforted me in the only way he could without his partner seeing as he laid his giant caring hand over my small shaking one.