Forgotten Memories: Vampire knight (sequel to Unearasable Memories)

It's because she's my friend

A/N Hi!!! so I really tried to make this chapter as long as i can. Forgive me for the lack of updates but with school and babysitting...time hasn't been on my side. So for now, i 'm not gonna have the chapters as long because i want to get back to my routine of updating. So with that I hope you enjoy the chapter...

Having Rima as a roommate wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. She was pretty neat and clean and had a dozen of outfits from her modeling career. As for me I didn’t have any clothes beside what the school provided. The uniform was a snow white jacket with rose silver buttons. The only thing that i didn’t so much like about the uniform was the red bow. It looked something you’d wrapped around a cat.

 

“Just put it on” Rima sighed noticing my reaction of the distaste for the red bow. I guess...theres no point to start a fit. “Fine” I groaned.  

 

We both decided to dress in the same room. It would have taken too much time for both of us to go change one at time in the bathroom. Slipping on my white skirt and black long socks, I was nearly ready to go. As I lifted up my shirt, I heard a small gasp come from Rima.

 

“What’s up” I question confused as to why she was staring at me with worry. Is there a spider on my back? OR WORSE....one of Sara’s spiders

 

“Who did that to you?” She said tracing her finger down my back where Sara left  a deep streak scar. My body winced from the pain and horrible reminiscence of the abuse.

Flash back:

It was raining that night. The storm wasn’t going to clear up anytime soon yet Sara had Takuma fetch tubs of clothing that was being sent to us by boat from France. Sara was in her room, bored apparently and thirsty.

 

“Rin!” She hollered from her room. Too lazy to even get up and come see me, she rings a small golden bell. I wasn’t in the mood. Already pissed off at her for sending Takuma out in the storm waiting for the ships to drop off her clothes at the port.

 

“What” I sneered slamming the door open. There she stood, in her soft pink gown that went to her mid thigh. I guess she didn’t mind how slutty she appeared.

 

“What makes you think you have any right to speak to a pureblood that way” She said her arms crossed tightly. Purebloods... disgusting...beings.

 

"I didn't think i was talking to a pureblood.  I thought I was speaking to any ugly beast"  I scoffed.  She clenched her fist tightly together, her eyes gleaming  a  color of  ruby red.

 

"Kneel down and beg for forgiveness" she hissed darkly. My body was craving to kneel, mouth ready to mouth forgiveness. It was becoming harder and harder to stand up, her commands weigh heavily on my heart.

 

“No” I breathed. At this point, I felt a sense of pride. Just the thought of being able to say no to her majesty was huge success in my part. Although that soon faded completely when my knees hit the marble floor. A sting pain from my back side was burning like hell. I fell entirely on the floor. The pain wasn’t going anywhere besides deepening into my back.