The Pasts We Never Knew

Chapter 6: Stuff Happens

Toama POV~
"That damn bastard!" I whisper-yelled furiously as I punched the cement wall of our shared cell. The guard whatever his face was had took us back to our cell. The fucking prick made poor shit head walk all the way here while his ass was dripping blood. "Fuck.." I mutter with a pained look on my face.

Tenshi was sitting with Ace's head in his lap, the unconscious Ace. "Toama keep it down, we don't want to attract them over to our cell" Tenshi whispered to me as he gently stroked the dying sun's red hair. With a furious sigh, I slid down and sat against the wall holding my head in my hands. "It's my fault, I should've took it for him" I muttered while I gripped the life out of my black hair. "You think Ace would have wanted you to be the one bleeding from the ass?" Tenshi said gently setting Ace's head on the hard cold floor.  "It would've been better that way, my body's tougher than his" I said as I made my way to the sleeping Angel.

  "He's still bleeding" I said with a slightly disgusted look on my face. Tenshi sighed and said, "It's not like we have anything to clean him up with." I growled slightly before I picked up Ace carefully and held him close as I sat against the wall. "How'd this happen to us little ass" I stared at the sleeping face, "Ace.." I whispered as I leaned my forehead against the other's. Tenshi chuckled quietly. "Gay" He muttered  with a smirk on his face. "I'll kill you.." I muttered while I closed my eyes to sleep. Tenshi smiled and scooted closer to me and laid his head on my shoulder. "Fuck off" I growled. "Come on, we have to stick together in this situation" Tenshi said while patting my stomach. "Whatever" I said before falling into a deep sleep.

Mizuko POV (hours earlier)~
I struggled against Naomi's grasp on my throat as she dragged me across the floor and threw me onto the hard tile of her kitchen. A whimper managed to escape my throat only fueling the fire that was in her eyes even more. My already beaten body curled up into a ball as she walked towards me, the clicks of her heels sounding more audible against the tile. "You mean to tell me, after my husband had sex with your useless self, he ran off, never to be seen again" Naomi said coming off as a statement rather than a question. I couldn't answer the demon as I stared up at her with teary eyes. "He raped me Mo-" I had started but was interrupted by a backhand to my cheek. "Don't lie you lowlife slut of a daughter" She stared coldly piercing me with her snake eyes. 'I'm a boy' I thought in my head not even daring to talk back to the wretched woman.

About a half hour later, she finally let me be. Beaten and bruised on blood stained tile, I look at the heels clack away as she walked elsewhere to mourn at the thought of her husband raping her son and leaving to who knows where. Taking in a deep breath, I forced myself to sit up ignoring the pain all over my body. I leaned my back against the cabinets for support as I quickly study my surroundings. I spot our home phone a good distance away on top of a counter.

I thought heavily on if I should finally make THE call. 'Will they even help a member of the Kouneneka family?' 'Will they even dare try and go against THE Naomi Kouneneka?' Many questions went through my mind as my body slowly fell back onto the tile. Hesitantly, I started to drag myself over to the counter as quietly and quickly as I could. "Ngh.." I mumbled softly as I accidentally put pressure on my ankle which I hadn't realized until now was broken.

After dragging myself with my many injuries on the cool tile, I reached up to grab the phone and once I did I dialed the number and waited for an answer. "911 what's your emergency?" The operator said through the phone. "My name is Mizuko Kouneneka known as Mizuka in the public" I whispered into the phone as I held my side. I can hear the lady drop something at the name Kouneneka. "I need help... my mom, Naomi Kouneneka, beat me badly and if that isn't reason enough, she murdered my brother and then made me live with his corpse for years in the basement which was where I was tortured and raped." A gasp and rapid typing was heard through my end of the phone. "We'll get someone there as soon as possible, please stay safe" The operator said before hanging up the phone. 'Safe? As if' I thought to myself. I could sense a hint of fear in her voice but that was normal when someone mentions my family.