The Girl Who Wore Boys Clothes.

HELP.

WARNING. SLIGHT VIOLENCE.CAUSE.......YEAH..... DON'T ASK......

Kin's POV.

I don't know what to do. Who am I, who is he? There are so many questions and I don't.....I don't get it. Where has he gone? I never thought I'd care. No one can be perfect I know, but no one can just suddenly despise someone so, why him and why me .

Tears formed. God dammit.

I held them in, as hard as I could.

"And all this is because of the littlest thing." I choked out.

He grunted.
"I'm going"

That's it. I threw his back with a force, grabbing his shirt.
 I grabbed a cup and poured water over his pretty, styled looking hair. He just turned on me and I don't have a clue what the hell happened.

He punched me round the face and stubbed my foot, making me loose my grip on him, then elbowed me in the stomach. I fell backwards holding onto the table behind me keeping me up.

I punched him in the nose, blood began dripping down his face. He touched his nose looked at his bloody hands then scrunched his fist's. Leant in, Punched me in the side of the head. I'm feeling dizzy. I began to trip over myself. Blood dribbling from my mouth.               

blackness clouded my vision, all I saw was him smirking.
I held myself up, I don't even know why. I've lost anyway. I held onto his shirt for balance. He stubbed my other foot so I could trip over and sadly I did, but I brought him with me.
"Aahhh!" We yelled.

Hiroto landed on top of me, eyes wide.
My eyebrows scrunched up. waterdrops from his wet scruffy hair dripped onto my bloody face.

"Shoot." I whispered under my breath.  He sat up, compressed his hands into fist's and slapped me round the face. I then began to bleed from the nose. 

After a while we were a bloody mess, it covered our hands, legs and face.

" Why are you still hear." I snarled.

" Not my choice this was the only place I called HOME."  he howled at me.

" It technically is your choice." I said still laying down on the ground,

Hiroto shrugged his shoulders, and Leaned in. Before I could do anything to stop it, he firmly placed his lips on my. His knees on my legs, causing a lot of pain, He also held my by the hands forcefully, causing, well, more pain. When will I have a nice kiss? 

He still hasn't budged and my legs are asleep and hands are stinging more by the minute.  His kisses are becoming harder and rougher, even there hurting. I didn't give in for another 3 minutes.  My eyes slowly closed.  Maybe it will just go away, I let out a muffled yell as the pain was really kicking in now, It feels as if I'm being stabbed with needles everywhere. 

Tears finally began trickling down my face. What did I do to deserve a life like this. My family is dead and am being forced to do..... This, ' what next. ' I thought.' will I kidnapped, tortured, sent away to the prison again, BE MURDERED for christ sake. I dunno?' 

Hiroto finally let go as he saw my tears, stood up packed his bag, and left. Leaving me on the floor a bloody red mess.

Wow I don't know what I am doing with my life!