WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS ABUSE BOTH EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY! IF YOU ARE UNDER 13 I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND YOU READING THIS STORY!
Summary: Living in a life full of abuse and anguish all her life; Rin finds peace in the world full of solitude. Sesshomaru always - somehow- finds himself put in the spotlight. Can two people, complete opposites, save one another as they battle their revealed dark past?
Part I: A Troubled Past
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Martina McBride-Concrete Angel
Chapter 1: Angel
Rin fell with a sharp cry as her father threw her on their old coffee table, breaking it in half with the weight and force that he used on throwing her.
"You stupid bitch!"
A sudden fist came out of nowhere as it collided with Rin's soft cheek, she was thrown back down on the floor with a sharp cry as some of the wood from the table cut into her bare back. Whimpering, Rin struggled to raise her sore head a little to look at her livid father. His face was crimson in anger, fueled longer by the alcohol in his system, in one of his hands he held a half empty bottle of liquor, while his other was clenched into a tight fist.
Rin watched in frozen fear as he threw the half empty bottle of liquor to a corner in the living room knowing exactly what would come next. Forcefully pulling Rin up by the hair he coercion Rin to look him in the eyes, she watched in fear as her father's eyes seized at the concept of hearing her scream in agony.
Effectiveness at hearing her cry in pain at the tightening of his fist in her hair, he flung her against the wall closest to them, smirking malevolently at the utterance that came from her mouth. Walking confidently towards her, he picked her up by her throat and squeezed tightly until consuming air became a problem. Pulling her up the wall, he gave a hard thrust that caused her head to hit the concrete wall with force. Putting his face right in front of her, he began speaking,
"Care to repeat that girl?"
When Rin didn't answer immediately he released one hand from her neck to slap her across the face.
Rin couldn't breathe or think coherently, but if she didn't reply she knew she would die of suffocation; of that she was sure. So raising her voice as much as she could, she answered her father weakly, when he asked her to repeat herself only louder this time she noticed that she was quickly losing consciousness, as she began seeing black dots. Not able to speak up more than what she managed, she stayed quiet waiting for unconsciousness to blissfully take her away. Unfortunately, she didn't receive the pleasure she deserved.
He let go of her neck enough to let her breathe properly and watched as her lungs replenished their air supply. Once he saw she was breathing without a problem he flung her across the room and looked as more of her disgusting blood dirtied the floor. She fell unconscious on a stalk of knives, her blood splashing across the pristine floor.
Even unconscious she couldn't get the peace she deserved, as her father continued beating her until he got tired of receiving no response from her, and walked away. He left her bleeding and within an inch of her life on the kitchen floor, and walked calmly out the door, as if beating his daughter up to an inch of her life never occurred.
In a house filled with memories of anguish and calamity begins a story that will forever be engraved in hearts.
Rin will be around ten in the beginning of this story and continues on from there, until she is forced to reveal her past to someone.