The rating stands for a reason. And I thank Jake-chan for the title. It was a poem he wrote, anyways. The usual disclaimers apply. I don't own Pokemon, but I own my characters. Thankies in advance. I realize this was posted once before, but absence from PC has deleted the previous thread. I'll be better about updating now.
Oh, and the fic *~*IS*~* dark. Please, if you don't think that you want to read a darker fic, don't continue. Thank you in advanced. I assure you, it won't remain so horrible, I'm a sucker for making things work out eventually, but that's beyond the point. The rating is there for a reason.
Constructive crits are very welcome. Thanks!!
The cave was dark tonight. Not that it wasn't normally, but tonight seemed worse. Alexakai shuddered and pulled her dampened bathrobe tighter around herself. The fleecy material was usually a comfort against her pale skin, but in the storm, it seemed to weigh her down. At least the rain washed away the blood…
Tears mingled with the raindrops clinging to her rosy cheeks as she sat on the rock ledge at the back of the cave. She cried softly and sniffed, pulling on a loose thread at the hem of her robe. She only wished she had grabbed her umbrella or something when she ran out. Then again, she hadn't had the time.
Alexakai sighed and tugged on her long, blonde hair. She knew she would have to go back, there wasn't much of a choice for her. She was only sixteen and currently unemployed. She lost her last job due to frequent absences. It wasn't that she was lazy or irresponsible… but at times, she really didn't have a choice. Truthfully, Lexa wanted to hold a job. She wanted to save up enough money to get off this God-forsaken farm. She dreamt of getting out of Montana and never looking back. She wanted to escape…
She winced as she brushed her hand across her jade green eyes. It wasn't often that her father would leave a bruise where anyone could see. She would have to cover his tracks now.
If she didn't, the next time would be worse.
Thunder boomed as a flash of lightning cast a harsh light over the world for a moment. Alexakai jumped in shock and irrational fright. She trembled and calmed herself mentally. He wouldn't come after her again tonight. He'd passed out hard on his own bed. He was whiskey drunk, and she knew that would hold him all night. With a little luck, he'd stay under the next morning, and she could get a decent breakfast. With a little more, the hangover would be bad enough that she would be left alone after school.
Alexakai moaned in dismay as she felt something hot running down the insides of her thighs. She spread her legs apart and touched the moisture. Licking her fingers, Lexa tasted her own blood.
Her father had been rougher with her than usual tonight. Normally, he took care not to make her bleed. He hated it when his dick got unnecessarily dirty like that. But whiskey made him bold. Lexa was a little worried. On the few occasions she did bleed, she would stop after he was done and the wounds inside of her wouldn't reopen.
Alexakai choked on a sob as the hellish images played behind her eyes. She could feel his weight crushing her frame. She could hear the hungry moans and grunts echoing in her ears. It was like it was all happening again. It was all she could do to hold back the screams.
So instead, she cried. She curled up in her damp, now rather red, bathrobe and sobbed. It had been like this for almost as long as she could remember. The physical abuse started at age six when her mother died and her father turned to the bottle for comfort. Lexa was eleven when her father began "teaching her how to please a man."
The storm raged and howled outside of her cave. The hollow rock formation was the only place on the inherited farm that her father didn't know about. Their closes neighbors lived ten miles away, and on a farm, that was a long way to run. This little place on the edge of the looming Rockies was the only place she could run to.
Slowly, she stemmed off her tears. It was so cold, and she was getting soaked in rain leaking through the roof. Lexa shivered and her teeth chattered. She knew it was getting dangerous to be out here. If she stayed for too much longer, hypothermia would start to set in. That was the last thing she needed…
She would have given anything to be in her bed right now. She'd just washed the sheets, so they didn't smell like her father's excitement. She knew she'd be warmer in her mother's quilt. But she just didn't dare go home yet…
Her eyes began to droop. She yawned and stretched, forcing herself to remain awake. She couldn't fall asleep out here… Not tonight, not with the storm and the chill. But she was so tired… She shook her head. No… No, she couldn't sleep yet…
A small, pained whine reached her ears. Lexa was slightly annoyed as her eyes snapped fully open. Looking around, she couldn't see anything. Then again, it was hard to see much at all in the gloomy darkness. Grumbling, she pulled her knees to her chest and started crying softy again.
The whining continued.
Alexakai bolted upright, her wet hair splaying around and sticking to her neck. She pushed herself into a standing position. Her legs were like rubber underneath her. Taking a few, shaky steps, Lexa looked around again. She felt her toes touch something warm and soft.
Lexa was a little shocked. She hadn't really expected to find anything. Kneeling down, she reached out to touch it. Soft flesh cringed away from her touch. Alexakai frowned and reached out again.
No, please… came a weak, fevered voice. Please, just let me be. Not again. I can't handle it again!! Please!
The voice faded into whining again. Alexakai blinked a bit. For some reason, the voice sounded like it was in her head. She shook off the feeling.
"Hush," Lexa whispered tentatively. "I'm not going to hurt you, but you have to let me help you."
Feverish moaning was her only reply.
Lexa reached out again to try and figure out where this person's injuries lay. As her hand moved out, a flash of lightning illuminated the entire cave. The nearly blinding light revealed to the wide-eyed girl just what she was dealing with.
The huddled form was rather small. A triangular head was lying against the muddied floor. A long, white neck splattered with mud and blood curved awkwardly to attach to a rounded body. Triangles of blue and red stood out against the white. Small arms, legs, and wings were lying haphazardly extended from the body.
It was a Togetic! A Pokemon from her fantasies!
But Pokemon didn't exist…
They were just made up fads for kids. They were nothing more than the substance of the fantasies she used to escape from her harsh reality. How she had always dreamt they were real!
Lexa shook her head. It couldn't be. They weren't real!
The injured Togetic moaned again.
Lexa sighed and scooped up the small bundle. Steeling herself, she struck out of the cave on a path for the house. The pouring rain soaked the pair as Alexakai stumbled back to the house through the mud. She stopped under the awning of the porch, catching her breath. She stroked the Togetic's head in an effort to calm it down.
She slowly opened the front door and peeked inside. Her father was nowhere to be seen. At least, not for now…
Dear Lord, what was she getting herself in to?
Oh, and the fic *~*IS*~* dark. Please, if you don't think that you want to read a darker fic, don't continue. Thank you in advanced. I assure you, it won't remain so horrible, I'm a sucker for making things work out eventually, but that's beyond the point. The rating is there for a reason.
Constructive crits are very welcome. Thanks!!
Chapter One: What Fantasies Are Made Of…
The cave was dark tonight. Not that it wasn't normally, but tonight seemed worse. Alexakai shuddered and pulled her dampened bathrobe tighter around herself. The fleecy material was usually a comfort against her pale skin, but in the storm, it seemed to weigh her down. At least the rain washed away the blood…
Tears mingled with the raindrops clinging to her rosy cheeks as she sat on the rock ledge at the back of the cave. She cried softly and sniffed, pulling on a loose thread at the hem of her robe. She only wished she had grabbed her umbrella or something when she ran out. Then again, she hadn't had the time.
Alexakai sighed and tugged on her long, blonde hair. She knew she would have to go back, there wasn't much of a choice for her. She was only sixteen and currently unemployed. She lost her last job due to frequent absences. It wasn't that she was lazy or irresponsible… but at times, she really didn't have a choice. Truthfully, Lexa wanted to hold a job. She wanted to save up enough money to get off this God-forsaken farm. She dreamt of getting out of Montana and never looking back. She wanted to escape…
She winced as she brushed her hand across her jade green eyes. It wasn't often that her father would leave a bruise where anyone could see. She would have to cover his tracks now.
If she didn't, the next time would be worse.
Thunder boomed as a flash of lightning cast a harsh light over the world for a moment. Alexakai jumped in shock and irrational fright. She trembled and calmed herself mentally. He wouldn't come after her again tonight. He'd passed out hard on his own bed. He was whiskey drunk, and she knew that would hold him all night. With a little luck, he'd stay under the next morning, and she could get a decent breakfast. With a little more, the hangover would be bad enough that she would be left alone after school.
Alexakai moaned in dismay as she felt something hot running down the insides of her thighs. She spread her legs apart and touched the moisture. Licking her fingers, Lexa tasted her own blood.
Her father had been rougher with her than usual tonight. Normally, he took care not to make her bleed. He hated it when his dick got unnecessarily dirty like that. But whiskey made him bold. Lexa was a little worried. On the few occasions she did bleed, she would stop after he was done and the wounds inside of her wouldn't reopen.
Alexakai choked on a sob as the hellish images played behind her eyes. She could feel his weight crushing her frame. She could hear the hungry moans and grunts echoing in her ears. It was like it was all happening again. It was all she could do to hold back the screams.
So instead, she cried. She curled up in her damp, now rather red, bathrobe and sobbed. It had been like this for almost as long as she could remember. The physical abuse started at age six when her mother died and her father turned to the bottle for comfort. Lexa was eleven when her father began "teaching her how to please a man."
The storm raged and howled outside of her cave. The hollow rock formation was the only place on the inherited farm that her father didn't know about. Their closes neighbors lived ten miles away, and on a farm, that was a long way to run. This little place on the edge of the looming Rockies was the only place she could run to.
Slowly, she stemmed off her tears. It was so cold, and she was getting soaked in rain leaking through the roof. Lexa shivered and her teeth chattered. She knew it was getting dangerous to be out here. If she stayed for too much longer, hypothermia would start to set in. That was the last thing she needed…
She would have given anything to be in her bed right now. She'd just washed the sheets, so they didn't smell like her father's excitement. She knew she'd be warmer in her mother's quilt. But she just didn't dare go home yet…
Her eyes began to droop. She yawned and stretched, forcing herself to remain awake. She couldn't fall asleep out here… Not tonight, not with the storm and the chill. But she was so tired… She shook her head. No… No, she couldn't sleep yet…
A small, pained whine reached her ears. Lexa was slightly annoyed as her eyes snapped fully open. Looking around, she couldn't see anything. Then again, it was hard to see much at all in the gloomy darkness. Grumbling, she pulled her knees to her chest and started crying softy again.
The whining continued.
Alexakai bolted upright, her wet hair splaying around and sticking to her neck. She pushed herself into a standing position. Her legs were like rubber underneath her. Taking a few, shaky steps, Lexa looked around again. She felt her toes touch something warm and soft.
Lexa was a little shocked. She hadn't really expected to find anything. Kneeling down, she reached out to touch it. Soft flesh cringed away from her touch. Alexakai frowned and reached out again.
No, please… came a weak, fevered voice. Please, just let me be. Not again. I can't handle it again!! Please!
The voice faded into whining again. Alexakai blinked a bit. For some reason, the voice sounded like it was in her head. She shook off the feeling.
"Hush," Lexa whispered tentatively. "I'm not going to hurt you, but you have to let me help you."
Feverish moaning was her only reply.
Lexa reached out again to try and figure out where this person's injuries lay. As her hand moved out, a flash of lightning illuminated the entire cave. The nearly blinding light revealed to the wide-eyed girl just what she was dealing with.
The huddled form was rather small. A triangular head was lying against the muddied floor. A long, white neck splattered with mud and blood curved awkwardly to attach to a rounded body. Triangles of blue and red stood out against the white. Small arms, legs, and wings were lying haphazardly extended from the body.
It was a Togetic! A Pokemon from her fantasies!
But Pokemon didn't exist…
They were just made up fads for kids. They were nothing more than the substance of the fantasies she used to escape from her harsh reality. How she had always dreamt they were real!
Lexa shook her head. It couldn't be. They weren't real!
The injured Togetic moaned again.
Lexa sighed and scooped up the small bundle. Steeling herself, she struck out of the cave on a path for the house. The pouring rain soaked the pair as Alexakai stumbled back to the house through the mud. She stopped under the awning of the porch, catching her breath. She stroked the Togetic's head in an effort to calm it down.
She slowly opened the front door and peeked inside. Her father was nowhere to be seen. At least, not for now…
Dear Lord, what was she getting herself in to?
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