The New Kid[COMPLETED]

Chapter 27:Family Troubles

Hey everyone. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Mentions of abuse and fighting are in this.
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After explaining what had happened to Maki and Kaito, they let us leave. I quickly showered and slept for a while, but woke to my phone ringing. I sighed as my phone rang, buzzing loudly. Kiyo glanced over at me as I reached for my phone. Who could be calling during this time? I wondered. Aunt Morichu read the caller ID. Shit. I grumbled to myself, answering the phone. "Hello?" I said. "Horiuchi, what are you doing right now?" She asked sternly. "Nothing." I said flatly. "Well, we want you to come over sometime. As an apology for how you treated us." She said. "How I-" I said angrily, but cut myself off. I sighed. "I'll be there." I grunted, swinging myself out of bed. Kiyo quickly finished up his classes as I got ready, and he glanced at me. "What's going on?" He asked. "My aunt wants me to come over." I said. "That aunt?" He asked. I nodded. "I will need you though. Don't want anything to happen." I said to him as he changed. He nodded, slipping on his hat as I grabbed a mask. We began to drive to what I was certain was impending doom. Soon, we arrived at my aunt's house.

My aunt stood there, in her late 50's, streaks of gray hair littering her dark brown curls, glaring at us. My uncle stood there, clutching a bottle of whiskey. I immediately got flashbacks as I stepped out of the car, Kiyo, with his hair down, following me. I placed my hands in my pockets of my black leather jacket, mask still on. I stepped forward, and pulled away my mask. Kiyo kept his on. We spoke for a moment, before Kiyo decided to introduce himself. "Korekiyo Shinguji. I'm your nephew's partner." He extended a hand, and then dropped it a moment later. "Partner?" My uncle slurred drunkenly. I stood my ground. "Yes, he's my partner. Does it matter?" I said. "It does. You should be with someone else, you son of a bitch." My aunt smirked. I yawned. "No thanks. I love him. Simple as that." My uncle moved forward, and he was a few inches taller than me. I'd always think he was like a skyscraper, towering over everything else.

"You're a little bitch. Just like you've always been." He slurred.

Flashbacks.

"No! Stop it, please." I groaned, as he swung at me again with the belt.

"Stupid. Useless. Garbage." My uncle snarled, with each word hitting me with the belt again.
I sobbed as the belt hit me for the fourth time, tears leaning from my eyes. "Oh, you're crying now?" He said, whacking me again. "N-no. No sir." I said quietly.

"I'm not that person anymore." I said defiantly. Kiyo moved, wrapping one hand under my arm and stepping in front of me slightly. "Sir, I don't want this to get any worse. Please, step away." Kiyo said. My uncle only raised the bottle of whiskey. "Move out the way, fag." My aunt said loudly. "Don't call him that." I said, voice shaking. "What are you gonna do about it?" My uncle said. "You're just as weak as ever." He said, drawing a small pocket knife from his jeans. No, no!

The woman plunged the knife into me, once, twice, three times. The pain was unbearable.

I yelped, but before the knife could reach me, Kiyo had grabbed it. "Dont you dare hurt him." He pulled the knife and chucked it away. My uncle tried to hit him with his bottle, and Kiyo, to put it simply, decked him in the face, breaking his nose with a loud snap. My uncle recoiled, pressing a hand to his nose. Yelling with drunken rage, he moved to hit Kiyo with his bottle. I moved in front of him, arms out, bracing myself for the blow. The bottle stopped inches from my face. "I'm not a coward. I'm not a bitch. I'm not your punching bag. Not anymore." I growled. He swung at me, and I blocked, then punched him in the ribs. He swung again and again at me, and I smiled as I blocked every. Single. Strike. I laughed. "Child's play. You're drunk as ever. Couldn't get out of a paper bag with both ends ripped open." I taunted. He picked up the pocket knife and moved, bringing it down towards my head.

I brought both my hands up, closing them around the blade of the knife. "You're nothing to me." I said. "You're just a fat, lazy drunk. And you," I said directing my attention to my aunt. "Are a no-good piece of shit drug addict." I snarled, pulling the knife away and throwing it so hard into their garage door it stuck there, quivering. "Kiyo, we're leaving." I said, walking with him to the car. As we drove away I sighed happily. "What?" He asked. "They're gone. I'm not letting them be a part of my life anymore." I said, grinning. "Why are you happy about that?" He asked. "To put it simply, abusive addicted pieces of garbage." I replied. He nodded, setting a bandaged hand on mine. "Did they give you any of those scars?" He asked, motioning towards my chest. I nodded, smile fading away a bit.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-" I cut him off. "It's fine." I said, moving and resting my head on his shoulder. He took off his mask, smiling. "Love you, Kiyo." I said softly. "I love you too, Horiuchi." He responded.
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So I'mma end it at this. Hope y'all enjoyed.

Word count:950 words.