forming the cycle

Yeah this is the first in the breaking the cycle series
Disclaimer i don\'t own fruits basket wish i did thouogh cuz thats a hellofa lot a money i could be making (everyone would be gay though ^.^)
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I laid curled up in a ball under the blankets of my bed hearing my dad stumble drunkenly into the house, fear rising inside of me. At the staggering thumps of him approaching my room I pulled the blankets higher over my head, and wish that he would go away. I hear the door open and the footsteps approaching my bed. The blankets are yanked off of me, and a hand tangles in my hair lifting me off the bed.

I cry out jerking up and over tumbling out of bed tangled in the sheets. I lay on the ground trying to catch my breath hoping my father isn’t home. Not hearing any other sounds in the house other then my harsh breath, I quickly free myself of the sheets. Padding softly down the hall I strip off my clothes and take a quick shower.

Wrapping a towel around my waist and head back into my room, I through the towel onto my bed. Standing naked in front of the mirror I examine my refection. My hair is two different colors, a bright white that can’t be achieved no matter how much bleach is used and pitch black contrasting completely. I’m too thin I can see most of my ribs, and my skin is too pale, scars cross my legs and torso, as well as my back, which I know are there without a mirror to let me know the exist. Bruises also cover my body in places that can’t be seen, never anywhere noticeable enough to be found out about.

Digging through my closet I pull out a pair of dark blue jeans that hang low on my hips. I pull them on not bothering with underwear. Grabbing a tight red shirt I pull it on heading down the hallway quickly grabbing a slightly stale corn muffin, and heading out the door. Stretching I pop my shoulder and head to school.

On my way there I run into my friend Momiji he is short coming only half way up my chest. Today he is wearing a blue dress with a sailor’s hat. Used to his choice in clothing I nod in greeting continuing down the familiar path to the school while Momiji goes on and on about something that I haven’t bothered to pay attention to.

“So how was your day yesterday?” Momiji asks staring up at me happily intruding my spaced out state.

“It was pretty standard for me mostly just bruises this time though nothing to horrible. You?” I ask returning to staring off into space allowing my feet to carry me to school.

“Haru are you sure your ok?” questions Momiji no longer skipping happily next to me.

“Didn’t get much sleep last night cause of a dream don’t worry about it,” I say looking down at him and smiling slightly.

“OK!” he chirped happily kissing me on the cheek before skipping off towards his classroom.

Continuing to my own I rub at my cheek wondering about what has put Momiji into such a good mood, ‘Maybe I should have paid more attention to him as he talked,’ I thought sitting down in my desk waiting for homeroom to begin.

During class I have no time to think about anything as I scribble down notes desperately trying to keep up and prove my father wrong about me being stupid, even though I very rarely get higher than a D in any class other then art, not even gym because I refuse to change in front of the rest of the class; no one other then Momiji, who used to be my neighbor before he moved, knows about the beatings.

Thankfully lunch comes quickly today. Flexing my sore hand I head to Momiji’s locker to wait for him.

“Haru, how was class?” Momiji asks upon arrival.

“Ok I think I got all of the notes today.”

“Did you talk to any one today during homeroom? You know you can’t make friends unless you’re the one to decide to talk to them first,” Momiji says bouncing slightly as we walk down to the cafeteria.

“Do I even have to answer that question?”

“No but you should talk to someone make more friends. You know you’d be happier if you had more friends since we don’t see each other as much outside of school as we used to before I moved.”

I know this is true but I don’t want any other friends I’m happy just having Momiji he doesn’t force me to talk if I don’t want to. And it’s never quiet with him around either.

Something poking me in the cheek startles me out of my thoughts and I see Momiji smiling at me while the lunch lady scowls. Smiling sheepishly I dig around in my pockets in search of money only to discover I didn’t have any.

“It’s ok Haru I’ll pay for you this time,” Momiji says smiling as he pulls out enough money to pay for both of us, when he sees my crestfallen look.

“Thanks I’ll pay you back when I can,” I say quietly as we sit down at our usual table.

“It’s ok you don’t have to I know how hard it is for you to get a hold of money as it is. you know I can help you with studying and stuff since I already passed all you classes and remember a lot of it,” he says starting to eat his sandwich.

“That’d be great but I don’t know how we’d be able to. You can’t come over in case my father finds out and I have to be home before my father is and it takes to long for me to walk from the school to your house and then to my house, we’d only get about ten minutes of studying in before I’d have to leave, besides I remember some of it from last year and I’m doing a lot better this year,” I said starting on my own lunch not paying a whole lot of attention to what I was eating, not really wanting to taste the schools food.

After continuing the afternoon almost exactly the same way as the morning with minor differences, such as arguing with the gym teacher over getting changed and there being different classes from the morning I headed home.

Zoning out while I walked I try to keep my mind focused on anything other then my dream from last night which is now resurfacing now that I don’t have to put all my effort into passing.

‘Why did I even have that dream last night? I already know how everything began why do I need a reminder? Why couldn’t the stupid thing just leave me alone? I’m doing better now…sort of. I’m not as weak as I was back then I know how to take a hit. I don’t flinch anymore and if I don’t pay that much attention to it, it doesn’t hurt.’

Nearing my house I could hear the sound of the TV blasting through the door. As I brace myself to open the door and enter the door yanks open and reveals my father leaning against the door glaring down at me.

“What the hell took you so long?” he growls out hauling me into the house by the forearm.

“I’m home the same time as I always am,” I say trying to pull my arm out of his grasp.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said throwing me forward, and sending me tumbling into the coffee table.

Grabbing my arm he pulls me up out of the awkward ball I landed in. his foot swings out catching me in the stomach, winding me. As I try to curl up around my stomach out of reflex more then anything else his fist strikes me solidly in the ribs with a loud crunch as my ribs give way. As he’s puling his foot back for another kick my mom comes in the door. For a few seconds we all just sit there and stare at each other. My father caught in the act throws me to the ground.

“Get the hell outa my sight,” he hisses down at me. Trying to keep some form of dignity I pull myself up to my feet and hold back the instinctual urge to run to my room as fast as I can manage with my broken ribs.

In my room I struggle out of my shirt as I lean back against the door to hinder any attempts to get into my room since I don’t have a lock. Looking down at my ribs I can already see my left half starting to bruise. Walking away from my door I dig around in my draw until I find some ace bandages. I quickly begin bandaging my ribs wincing in pain as I do so.

The door to my room opens to my mother standing in the doorway hesitant to enter, as she watches me wrap my ribs.

“Here let me help,” she says walking over to me.

“Don’t worry about it I’m almost done.”

“We’ll leave here someday. Then you won’t have to go through this anymore and everything will be great. You can make friends and we’ll move closer to Momiji so that you can visit him whenever you want,” she whispers quietly pulling me into her arms and gently hugging me.

“Yeah sure,” I say pulling away lying down on my bed and turning my back to her. I can feel her watching me before she walks away. After a few minutes of moving around trying to find a comfortable position I slip into sleep.

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sooo any one else hate this chapter? the next one will be better i swear!