The Quirk Marriage (Todoroki x Reader)

Memories

/AN! Hey! As I mentioned last chapter, I'm putting a trigger warning here as this section will be a flashback of {Y/N}'s 'aversion therapy'! If you aren't comfortable with the mention of this, please scroll until you see the next piece of bold writing! (:

Flashback ({Y/N} is 8 in this)

One shock.

Two shocks.

Three shocks... 

It carried on until I lost count. Minutes after they stopped. I looked around the room I was trapped in, searching for a way to escape. However, this was to no avail. The room had nothing but a bed inside, and the door at the opposite end of the room was locked. 

I sat on the edge of the bed, trying my hardest not to cry, but the tears flowed anyway. This has become my daily routine. If THEY thought I was not behaving, I would get shocked. Whipped. 'Scratched'. And, after the punishment stopped, I would cry. I would cry until the room became a blur. I would cry until I could not even hear my own heart beating. I would cry until the pain stopped. Then I would sleep. 

Most days, I'm not even allowed to eat. Only good girls are allowed to, as my parents say. 
Parents. Do they even deserve that title? They leave me in this plain room, with only a bed and a locked door. And visit once a week to check with the... 'doctor'... that I'm behaving like a 'good girl'. 

I'm not sure why I'm here in the first place. Am I really a bad girl? What did I do wrong? I dress how mommy wants me to! I go to my piano lessons! I do well in school, all my teachers say I'm an angel! So why am I here?!

As I'm crying, the doctor walks in with my parents. Mommy looks at me with disgust as I cry, but daddy looks disappointed. I look up at the pair and try to stop the tears from falling, maybe they'll take me home if I stop crying!
Once I finally stop, mommy leans towards me. "Good girls greet their parents with a smile, brat." My breathing hitches, I don't want to get hurt again! 
I stare up at them and put a 'bright' smile on my face. "H-Hello momma, p-papa!"

My mother glares, "Why are you stuttering? How disrespectful can you be?!"., she screams in anger.
The next thing is the final thing I remember feeling. I remember the feeling of a hand colliding with my face, making my cheek sting, and then the feeling of electricity running through my body. 
The last thing I remember seeing is my parents disgusted faces exiting the room. 
And the last thing I heard was my screams echoing throughout the room.

Then I blacked out.

The 'therapy' continued for months. I sat there, learning how to be obedient. If I wasn't obedient, I got shocked. If I cried, I got whipped. They claim that it's to teach me how to handle pain, but that isn't true. That's no where near the truth. All they want is control. 
The final is the worst. This is how I gained scars. If I got angry and fought back, or tried to escape, I got 'scratched' - as they like to call it. It's not a scratch, it's a cut. But scratch makes it sound... less abusive. It makes it sound as if it isn't painful, but it is.

(Flashback ends here, so you may read again now if you skipped it!! ^-^)

{Y/N}'s POV

I woke up crying and screaming for the painful memories to stop. Why did I have to have a nightmare about that place now? I got out. I was a good girl. They can't hurt me anymore. Right?

My screaming must have woken up Sho, whom had stayed in a guest room due to the events of yesterday, as he rushed into my room moments later. He grabbed me by my shoulders as I began to hyperventilate, and whispered soothing words to calm me down. He hesitantly brought me into a hug and rubbed my back.