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18.Jul.13, 01:40 AM
The verbal assault went right to her heart. Kira managed not to cry as she was hauled to the kitchen, the insults she had heard ever since telling her sister her secrets hurting deeply. She had loved Kimora, had wanted to share her dreams and hopes and fears. And all she had gotten in turn was fear and disgust.
Kira had cried out her love for her sister long ago, but everything Kimora said still hurt. She didn't want to shame her brothers, or her father. Her father would do the same if he knew, and the thought nearly broke her. Kira didn't know if Falon would be able to stand her either, and the thought of the abuse she could get from an angry husband chilled her with fear. It had taken forever for her to be able to admit that she loved Falon, at least a bit, and the thought of losing him, his turning into a cruel abuser, made her more afraid than anything.
There were enough whispered stories of that, of men who had a pleasant front but once they had their claws in a girl weren't afraid to hit, kick, or break a few bones. He wasn't like that. She had known him for years... But she had never displeased him, had never let him onto anything that could possibly make him that angry.
She whimpered. Tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her agreement was silent. She would do as her sister bid, not because her sister bid it, but because it was true she didn't have any choice. How could she? If she didn't marry Falon... Kira was lucky. She had known him, and even if he got angry she could be reasonably sure that he would at least treat her decently, even if she no longer had his love. She couldn't if she was forced to marry anyone else.
And there was no way she could get out of getting married. Not the way her father was. Not the way the Hold worked. Kira's shoulders shook as she was released to go about making dinner. Small gasps escaped as she tried to collect herself before she went back out to face the family.
"He's doing-ng f-f-fine. S-says that he hopes y-you're doing well. Reall-ly likes father." Her hands shook as she started the fire and started cutting the meat and bread. "Let him know I'm happy to marry him." Not looking forward to it, by any means, but let him know that she was happy for it. If only because she knew that he was a good man and would at least be nice to her. Loved her, he claimed, and he was always gentle and kind. This morning had shown that.
Kira had cried out her love for her sister long ago, but everything Kimora said still hurt. She didn't want to shame her brothers, or her father. Her father would do the same if he knew, and the thought nearly broke her. Kira didn't know if Falon would be able to stand her either, and the thought of the abuse she could get from an angry husband chilled her with fear. It had taken forever for her to be able to admit that she loved Falon, at least a bit, and the thought of losing him, his turning into a cruel abuser, made her more afraid than anything.
There were enough whispered stories of that, of men who had a pleasant front but once they had their claws in a girl weren't afraid to hit, kick, or break a few bones. He wasn't like that. She had known him for years... But she had never displeased him, had never let him onto anything that could possibly make him that angry.
She whimpered. Tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her agreement was silent. She would do as her sister bid, not because her sister bid it, but because it was true she didn't have any choice. How could she? If she didn't marry Falon... Kira was lucky. She had known him, and even if he got angry she could be reasonably sure that he would at least treat her decently, even if she no longer had his love. She couldn't if she was forced to marry anyone else.
And there was no way she could get out of getting married. Not the way her father was. Not the way the Hold worked. Kira's shoulders shook as she was released to go about making dinner. Small gasps escaped as she tried to collect herself before she went back out to face the family.
"He's doing-ng f-f-fine. S-says that he hopes y-you're doing well. Reall-ly likes father." Her hands shook as she started the fire and started cutting the meat and bread. "Let him know I'm happy to marry him." Not looking forward to it, by any means, but let him know that she was happy for it. If only because she knew that he was a good man and would at least be nice to her. Loved her, he claimed, and he was always gentle and kind. This morning had shown that.
