The Scars Unseen (OHSHC)

Chapter 7- A Business Trip?

So, last chapter was a bit of a break from the gloom, but with a story like this, we can't leave it behind forever. Here's a quick warning, this chapter starts out right after Risa gets home from the ball and is dark, if that bothers you then jump to the time skip *** And please remember, if you are getting abused, please reach out to someone! There is help even though abuse makes you feel completely alone. There is hope.

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I walked in to my home smiling slightly; I had had more fun tonight then I have had in a long time. A smile was playing across my face as I took off my coat and handed that and my clutch to the butler. "Your Father was asking to see you immediately after you returned home, he said he would wait for you in his office, as usual." As he turned and walked away, I paled and leaned a wall for stability.

'Please don't want what I'm thinking. Please let me be over exaggerating this in my head, he just wants to talk, I'm sure of it.' I breathed deeply and slowly climbed the stairs that led to his office. Knocking I peeked my head in, "You wanted to see me, Father?" He simply gestured for me to come in while still doing paperwork. "I am actually really tired Father, is there any possibility that this could wait until tomorrow?" I knew what the answer would most likely be, but it doesn't hurt to try, right?

"The Hitachiin brothers chose well, that dress suits you." I gulped, it scares me more when he is nice to me than when he insults and beats me. I hesitantly took a step into the room, "Close the door behind you, my dear." My heart sped up at his pet name for me, he only used it when he wanted to unnerve me; it worked. I slowly closed the door, hoping that anyone would come to save me; but the door shut and clicked, automatically locking and taking my escape route with it.

"F-F-Father, please, can't I just go back-"

"What have I told you about stuttering? I will not tolerate having to constantly correct you. Your greatest worth to me is in marrying well, so that our family can benefit from your existence. How can you expect any man worth my time to pay attention to you if you can't follow the SIMPLEST INSTRUCTIONS?" As he said this, he slammed his fist into his desk. "It's a shame you didn't learn your lesson last time, because it appears I'll have to teach you again."

He stood up and approached me, walking slowly like a predator stalking its prey. "I didn't want to have to do this to you Risa, but you forced my hand. I wouldn't be doing this if it were up to me. This is for your own good."

And there it was, the word that he used every time he initiated his "teaching sessions." I closed my eyes and focused on removing myself from the situation, this was the only way I could escape what was to come with my sanity mostly intact.

My Father grabbed me and threw me onto the hard, leather couch and I slammed into the back of it and landed just in time for him to pin me down and stare at me greedily, his eyes taking in my figure. "Like I said, my dear, the Hitachiin brother chose this dress well; it's a shame I'll have to ruin it."

With that, my night began, and all that could be heard from outside of my Father's office were my muffled screams and the stomach-turning moans of my Father.

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I laid in bed staring at the ceiling blankly as tears ran down the side of my face. After these things, I always felt empty and broken, but I knew that I couldn't stay in bed all day; if I didn't go to school, my Father would be informed and that would lead to worse situations. I sat up with difficulty and got ready for the day, tears streaming down my face the whole time.

There was a knock on my door and the butler's voice rang out, "Your Father wanted me to let you know that he has left on a business trip, and that he won't be back for two weeks." He immediately left, but I stood frozen still; the thought was slowly making its way through my mind. I was free for two weeks, I wouldn't have to worry about coming home for two weeks! I could barely believe it, I almost didn't want to believe it in case this was a cruel joke of some kind. 'Could it be true?'