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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,250
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8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 3
Ok, again I would like to thank the ones who took the time and reviewed! So I worked for the past 1 hours on putting up another chapter, hope you like it !!! Some of you might think its boarding now but Inuyasha will be in the next chapter !!
Kagome hurried into the kitchen, to junk drawer where her mother had kept everything that would fit and crammed in those things that hadn’t. She found a pair of scissors and went to work. Each cord was about five feet long when she pulled the drapes open. She cut four lengths form the living room drapes before making her way into the mater bedroom and guest rooms, where the same drapes, different only in colors and degrees of ugliness, hung. It was no easy task cutting through the cords, and by the time she finished, she wore a blister at the base of her thumb. Gathering them together, Kagome realized she had enough cord to hang a gang of outlaws.
Koga had underestimated her. He figured since she’d never earned a collage degree that he was the smarter of the two. It didn’t matter that the reason she hadn’t earned a degree was that she’d had to work two jobs to support them while he went to seminary school. Not that she’d minded. They were a team member?
Once he’d become a pastor, she’d devoted her time to church activates. She’d been good at it too, or so she’d thought, until Koga began complaining about every little thing she did. It only made her lacking, others claimed she was the veritable backbone of Chickpea Baptist Church.
A lot of good it did her now.
Kagome sat on the sofa and began tying the cords together. The frayed tassels clashed with her outfit something awful, but she had no choice. An hour later she had a sturdy, if gaudy-looking, hangman’s noose. She spent the next ten minutes trying to throw the noose over the beam, and was about to give up before she remember the ladder in the garage. It could also be used as her jumping-off place.
Heavens, but she could be brilliant at times!
Kagome dragged the ladder inside the house and placed it beneath the beam. Holding one end of the cord between her teeth, she began climbing . Okay, so the ladder was a little wobbly. She suddenly remember her fear of heights and became angry with herself. She didn’t have time to fret about every little thing.
Pausing halfway up, she attempted once again to throw the noose over the beam, all the while struggling to hang on to the ladder. Finally! She tied it so it wouldn’t pull free. Kagome knew how to tie just about every kind of knot there was, thanks to Shippo’s stint in thy Scy Scouts.
Crouching at the top of the ladder, she slipped the noose around her neck. Her hands trembled. She had no idea how much it was going to hurt, but the pain could be no worse than what she was feeling inside.
What an angry burst of determination, Kagome stood straight up. And banged her head on the ceiling beam with such force she almost fell off the ladder. In fact , she would have, had she not grabbed the beam to steady herself. The room spun wildly beneath and she felt her eyes cross. Her skull throbbed. Afraid she’d given herself a concussion, Kagome stood there, trying to clear her head. The floor seemed miles away. It felt as if she was standing on top of Chickpea’s water tower, where she and Koga had sneaked up the night she’d turned sixteen. They’d kissed under the stars and promised to love one another forever.
Forever. So why, at age thirty-two, was she all alone in the word?
Kagome swallowed the lump in her throat. Well, she wasn’t really alone. She had friends who loved her, people who were probably worried sick about her this very moment. And she had a son. He might not like her right now, but what if he-heaven forbid-d upd up blaming himself for her suicide? Shippo would have to spend his entire life living with it. What if he was just going through a stage and didn’t really hate her? What if there was the slightest chance of reconciliation?
What was wrong with her? Hadn’t she seen enough suffering in her life to know that everybody got a does of it now and then? Parents died, kids rebelled, husbands cheated. And here she was, standing on top of this shoddy ladder with a noose around her neck and what could possibly be a serious head injury. Not only that- her best outfit and makeup were ruined, her shoes were all wrong and she smelled like Texaco Station.
She was being weak and selfish, Kagome told herself. She needed to stop wallowing in self-pity and start working on her problems, namely getting her son out of that den of iniquity. She needed to clean up her parents’ house, find a job and show folks that she was made of tougher stuff than this! And she was tough, dang it. As a minister’s wife, she had sat with the dying comforted the bereaved and brought smiles to the nursing- home patients who felt neglected, of no use to the world and wanted to die. “The Lord has a purpose for us all,” Kagome had told them. “He will bring us home when he’s ready. l thl then, we must have faith.”
She was glad those poor people couldn’t see her now, those who were old and sick and in pain. She was young and healthy and had every reason to live. It didn’t feel that way right now, but tomorrow she might see things differently.
Tomorrow. She suddenly realized she wanted to wake up to another day, no matter how bleak the future seemed at the moment.
But first she had to get down this ladder in one piece.
Her mind made up, Kagome tired to decide the best way to descend without ending up in a wheelchair and sporting a handicapped sticker on her car. Working up her last nerve, she oh so slowly knelt at the very top, trying to balance herself like a seal on a large ball. Her high heels proved a serious hindrance, and she decided she had to remove them. Somehow. Still perched precariously, Kagome tried to slip one off, but the ladder have a shudder and veered right. Quickly she leaned in the opposite direction but overcorrected. Dang, she thought ,only a spilt second before she lost her balance and toppled.
She had been so intent on getting down she had forgotten to take off the noose. Now it snapped tight around her neck. She was only vaguely aware of a noise overhead, and then it sounded as if the whole house was crashing down around her. r Shr Shippo. It was her last thought. Something hit her on the head, and then there was blackness.
Kagome hurried into the kitchen, to junk drawer where her mother had kept everything that would fit and crammed in those things that hadn’t. She found a pair of scissors and went to work. Each cord was about five feet long when she pulled the drapes open. She cut four lengths form the living room drapes before making her way into the mater bedroom and guest rooms, where the same drapes, different only in colors and degrees of ugliness, hung. It was no easy task cutting through the cords, and by the time she finished, she wore a blister at the base of her thumb. Gathering them together, Kagome realized she had enough cord to hang a gang of outlaws.
Koga had underestimated her. He figured since she’d never earned a collage degree that he was the smarter of the two. It didn’t matter that the reason she hadn’t earned a degree was that she’d had to work two jobs to support them while he went to seminary school. Not that she’d minded. They were a team member?
Once he’d become a pastor, she’d devoted her time to church activates. She’d been good at it too, or so she’d thought, until Koga began complaining about every little thing she did. It only made her lacking, others claimed she was the veritable backbone of Chickpea Baptist Church.
A lot of good it did her now.
Kagome sat on the sofa and began tying the cords together. The frayed tassels clashed with her outfit something awful, but she had no choice. An hour later she had a sturdy, if gaudy-looking, hangman’s noose. She spent the next ten minutes trying to throw the noose over the beam, and was about to give up before she remember the ladder in the garage. It could also be used as her jumping-off place.
Heavens, but she could be brilliant at times!
Kagome dragged the ladder inside the house and placed it beneath the beam. Holding one end of the cord between her teeth, she began climbing . Okay, so the ladder was a little wobbly. She suddenly remember her fear of heights and became angry with herself. She didn’t have time to fret about every little thing.
Pausing halfway up, she attempted once again to throw the noose over the beam, all the while struggling to hang on to the ladder. Finally! She tied it so it wouldn’t pull free. Kagome knew how to tie just about every kind of knot there was, thanks to Shippo’s stint in thy Scy Scouts.
Crouching at the top of the ladder, she slipped the noose around her neck. Her hands trembled. She had no idea how much it was going to hurt, but the pain could be no worse than what she was feeling inside.
What an angry burst of determination, Kagome stood straight up. And banged her head on the ceiling beam with such force she almost fell off the ladder. In fact , she would have, had she not grabbed the beam to steady herself. The room spun wildly beneath and she felt her eyes cross. Her skull throbbed. Afraid she’d given herself a concussion, Kagome stood there, trying to clear her head. The floor seemed miles away. It felt as if she was standing on top of Chickpea’s water tower, where she and Koga had sneaked up the night she’d turned sixteen. They’d kissed under the stars and promised to love one another forever.
Forever. So why, at age thirty-two, was she all alone in the word?
Kagome swallowed the lump in her throat. Well, she wasn’t really alone. She had friends who loved her, people who were probably worried sick about her this very moment. And she had a son. He might not like her right now, but what if he-heaven forbid-d upd up blaming himself for her suicide? Shippo would have to spend his entire life living with it. What if he was just going through a stage and didn’t really hate her? What if there was the slightest chance of reconciliation?
What was wrong with her? Hadn’t she seen enough suffering in her life to know that everybody got a does of it now and then? Parents died, kids rebelled, husbands cheated. And here she was, standing on top of this shoddy ladder with a noose around her neck and what could possibly be a serious head injury. Not only that- her best outfit and makeup were ruined, her shoes were all wrong and she smelled like Texaco Station.
She was being weak and selfish, Kagome told herself. She needed to stop wallowing in self-pity and start working on her problems, namely getting her son out of that den of iniquity. She needed to clean up her parents’ house, find a job and show folks that she was made of tougher stuff than this! And she was tough, dang it. As a minister’s wife, she had sat with the dying comforted the bereaved and brought smiles to the nursing- home patients who felt neglected, of no use to the world and wanted to die. “The Lord has a purpose for us all,” Kagome had told them. “He will bring us home when he’s ready. l thl then, we must have faith.”
She was glad those poor people couldn’t see her now, those who were old and sick and in pain. She was young and healthy and had every reason to live. It didn’t feel that way right now, but tomorrow she might see things differently.
Tomorrow. She suddenly realized she wanted to wake up to another day, no matter how bleak the future seemed at the moment.
But first she had to get down this ladder in one piece.
Her mind made up, Kagome tired to decide the best way to descend without ending up in a wheelchair and sporting a handicapped sticker on her car. Working up her last nerve, she oh so slowly knelt at the very top, trying to balance herself like a seal on a large ball. Her high heels proved a serious hindrance, and she decided she had to remove them. Somehow. Still perched precariously, Kagome tried to slip one off, but the ladder have a shudder and veered right. Quickly she leaned in the opposite direction but overcorrected. Dang, she thought ,only a spilt second before she lost her balance and toppled.
She had been so intent on getting down she had forgotten to take off the noose. Now it snapped tight around her neck. She was only vaguely aware of a noise overhead, and then it sounded as if the whole house was crashing down around her. r Shr Shippo. It was her last thought. Something hit her on the head, and then there was blackness.