BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Miru extends his arm from under the comforter and turns off the loud machine. Rolling the comforter back, Miru sits up slowly, a hand on his belly as he swings his short legs over the side of the bed and slide onto his feet. Dark bags hug his eyes.
Miru looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, since he showered last night, his arms and neck revealed bruises and scars, some fading, other still vivid and new. As his stormy gray eyes water, he smiles brokenly, "Nothing a little concealer can't cover up." Pulling off his maternity nightgown, more bruises and scars littering his pale skin. Miru doesn't stare at them too long, afraid to bring back unwanted memories. Grabbing a black band, Miru tugs his silver white, ankle length hair into a bun. In the past, Miru wasn't allowed to cut his hair, and it's still growing, almost longer than himself. His hair was used to inflict pain, the reason why he is very tender headed. All of the hair pulling, snatching, and fisting made him tender headed.
After drying off, Miru applies the concealer, covering up the ugly marks that are slowly healing. Dressing in a maternity sweater and jeans, Miru heads downstairs, holding on to the railing to prevent any accidents, and into the kitchen. He fixes himself a bowl of oatmeal and hot cocoa before going outside.
Miru looks around, biting his lip harshly in worry as he looks down the street, no sign of the Lexus from last night. Miru sighs, relieved, and sits himself down in the driver seat gently before starting the engine, backing out of the driveway, and on his way to work.
With his nerves spiking, Miru was high on alert, glancing at his rearview mirror, looking at the cars that drove around him, keeping a least three yards between him and other cars. This continued on until Miru killed the engine, and hurried to unlock the store door.
Miru did the usual, sell flowers, water the flowers, feed the buds, eat his packed lunch, water the flowers again, rearrange a couple of pots, clean the potting soil. Until the bell chimed.
Usually, Miru would be calm and collected whenever in his store, and it wasn't any different when the bell chimed and a customer came in.
But an eerie feeling pinches at his skin and cold shivers crawl slowly down his spine. Miru listens to the heavy tap of dress shoes on the tile floor as they near him, where he stood behind a row of roses, rearranging the potted flowers according to the number of petals and color. Miru feels his stomach flip flop, he gently rubs it, calming his babies. The tap of the dress shoes stop, "I know you're there, Miru."
Miru pales at the sound of his name spoken by the deep, husky voice he knew all too well. Miru feels his eyes water with fear, but makes no move to dry or rub them. He clasps his hand over his mouth, his breathing laboring, and a shadow comes into view. Miru inaudibly gasps, backing up as the shadows draws closer. "I missed you, so much, Miru. You just....disappeared. I haven't seen you in five months, love. And then, one of my men, just so happen to walk past a window display, with my little Miru in the window. And very pregnant as well. Are they mine, my little Miru?"
The hot tears spill over and run down his face, and then he appears. Miru cries when his eyes meet those familiar, cold and hard, raven black orbs. Miru whirls around and runs, holding onto his tummy as the sobs push through his clenched throat and wreck his lungs. With the door only two steps away, Miru reaches for the handle, only to be jerked back. His wrist caught in the large hands of the man, "Why are you running, Miru? Why are you running away again, and with my children?" The man growls, Miru keeps his arms protectively around his tummy, guarding it, keeping his head turned away from the man. "Were you going to keep me away from them? Run away to keep me from seeing them? From being a part of their lives?" The man clicks his tongue, "No, you wouldn't do that. My little Miru would never keep me away from my children. My little Miru would let me raise them however I please. Right?" Miru's shoulders tremble, pulling at the grasp on his wrist.
Miru keeps his eyes to the floor, afraid to look at the monster he married. "Talk to me, Miru. Let me hear your pretty voice that I love so much. Why are you trying to run? My Miru would never run from me." Miru cried, biting on his lips tucked in between his teeth. The man pushes Miru down onto the floor, his hand still clutched on Miru's wrist. "Come on, my little Miru, let's go home. And then we can catch up on all of the things that has happened over the last months. Oh, and don't worry, I won't hurt my babies. I wouldn't dare hurt my children, but you, Miru, you will be punished for running away."
Miru struggles in the man's grasp, kicking and twisting to free himself. "Let go of me!" Miru shouts in between sobs. "You're a sick bastard, and you don't deserve to even know of my children! They are mine, mine and mine only! You don't deserve to take part in their live! I will raise them on my own, I'll raise them to be whoever they want to be, away from your mafia and bloody hands!" The man growls before plucking Miru off of the floor, his hands holding Miru's shoulders firmly, and pull him up to his eye level.
"Shut up. You don't get a say in anything. You won't even look at my children when they are born. I'll raise them. Your only job is to take care of them inside your womb, put food on the table, clean the house, and spread your legs whenever I goddamn want you to."
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