Thread: Unbreakable Ties (Ookami & Sumi)

If it weren't for the night spent out in the cold, maybe she wouldn't be this desperate. However, she couldn't cope with that man anymore, always ruining everything, yelling and punishing her for the all the minor things he could find, as if he wanted to drive her away. To make things worst, all his anger and the atmosphere at home affected her to the point where she couldn't even focus on studying for school. Moreover, it was at times like this that she had to realize she had no friends. After all, how could she hang out with friends or invite them over, when her old man was going nuts with every absurd thing? In the end, she just had to snap one time or another. And when she suddenly found herself in the situation in which she had to dodge a flying vase, that was the last drop of it. Without a second thought, she packed her things and left in a rush, having one hell of a goodbye to hear from her father. Just curses. She had no idea if he would actually come after her, but neither did she want to find out. In fact, she would be relieved if he wouldn't try to contact her again. Still, things were bound to get complicated. With no friends to help her out, Chloe was suddenly forced by the circumstances to stoop so low as to sleep outside, on a bench, in the park. That, if she could sleep at all. With the thought that all kinds of weirdos could reside in that area, it was pretty hard to sleep properly. It was rather a round of quick naps with frequent look outs for perverted old men or beggars. Besides, she also had to be careful as to not have her bags stolen. All in all, the night was hell on earth for the dark haired girl, yet, that only made the sight of the sun something to cherish. As soon as the sky lightened, she was already up on her feet, ready to find some place to live. Well, she had some dark circles under her eyes from the lack of rest and she really wasn't in her best shape. Nevertheless, she was motivated to do something. Not that she had any other choice. Now, there she was, hair uncombed, looking tired, wearing the same uniform she wore the other day and actually doing something she never thought she would do. Begging. Well, not the same begging for money, but begging for some mercy. For the hundredth time, Im not lending anything to an underage brat, its not only illegal, but unethical. If you want to borrow a room then let me at least contact your parents and get their consent first These words echoed in her mind for some reason, flinching only when the man at the counter slammed his fist to make himself clear. She frowned, but only because she was so helpless. If only she was older and had more money, she would not be in this situation. However, she was doomed to being stuck with her father at this rate. Until she would be of age, she would have to rely on her bastard of a father. That thought alone made her cringe. Still, she could not give up so easily. Not now. If she would return now, she was sure her father would treat her even worse. She could only imagine, and if she had to be honest, she was horrified. There must be some other way... Can't you at least consider this one time an exception from the rule? I don't want... I can't return home. I wouldn't be here if this wasn't really important. If I go back, my father will kill me! Please- she pleaded, but soon was cut off by another slam of his fist and his other hand pointing to the door. Get out. were the last words of the older man, ending the conversation. At that, Chloe froze in place, trembling from both the anger and the fright. She turned around hesitantly, picking up her bags, before she looked over at the person who sat aside. For a moment, she was confused, as to whom he may be, because he looked so familiar. She practically found herself struggling to find out who it was, until the man from the counter just walked over and grabbed her arm. You're getting on my nerves. Just get out now. he muttered out, being mostly ignored by the girl who was stubborn enough to put up a fight and make him take off his hand. On a second glance, she suddenly recalled something which she actually thought she forgot about. The same pair of blue eyes which they shared, the facial features which were somewhat familiar, made her remember the only one person who actually treated her nicely and she always looked up to in her childhood. For years in which she hadn't seen her brother, she almost forgot that she actually had one. She knew that he probably tried to contact her, but given her father's plainly evil acts, she had figured out what really stopped him from calling her. Still, she couldn't just be sure that this was the same person. He might have changed in the meantime, hell, maybe he wasn't even in the same town anymore. What were the chances to meet him at such a time? Yet, it wouldn't hurt to make sure, right? ...Trent? she called out, a little bit hopeful. But would he even recognize her? She wasn't the same little girl. She, too, had changed. Her long characteristic hair was now shorter too, due to an unfortunate event related, of course, to her father.