A Foreign Life (Tsukishima x y/n)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

                                                   Trigger Warning!                                                

                                                          (Y/n's POV)

 I crawled up the side of the house, going in through my window, remembering that I had left it open the day before. I dropped down into the room, landing softly on my feet. I crossed the room and flipped on the light switch, making sure the door was shut and locked.

I breathed a sigh of relief once it was. Now he couldn't get in. I took off Tsukishima's hoodie, tossing it to the side and opening my dresser, hunting for some fresh clothes before I put Tsuki's hoodie back on. I was about to take my shirt off when I heard a noise.

I turned and saw a big lump sitting on my bed. I opened my mouth in shock, about to scream, but it moved wickedly fast towards me and then everything went black.

time skippp

Ugh, ow. My head was pounding, and I could barely open my eyes. "What?" I tried to say.

"Ah, there she is. Baby doll, I was worried when you didn't come home last night."

I groaned and tried to sit up. I was lying on the floor. "Ah, don't move sweetheart."

I stopped. I tried to move my arms, but they were tied together. I tried the same with my legs, but they were also bound.

I looked up, and saw Akito crouching down before me. I desperately tried to wiggle away, but he leaned down and grabbed my face, stopping me. He kissed me. He kissed me again and again and again. I threw up in my mouth. The taste of cigarettes and beer was horrible. This man was revolting. In between kisses he said, "You see, now you can't run away."

I tried to wrestle out of my bonds, but it was impossible. He tried to snake his arm under my shirt, and I lashed out, biting him again. "You'll pay for that," He growled. He backed up and slapped me across the face. I could taste blood in my mouth and my face stung. He stood up and kicked me hard in the stomach. He had boots on, making it worse. I thought he was just going to punish me and then keep kissing me, but he seemed to be enjoying himself too much to stop.

He kicked me again and again, sometimes in the stomach or in the legs or arms. I could feel ribs breaking. My left wrist was twisted horribly to one side. My lips were bleeding. I could feel bruises forming. I screamed and howled, tears streaming down my face. It hurt, it burned. What did I do to deserve this? How could this day change so drastically?

One time I saw the owner of the house, Akito's mom, in the doorway. She looked down at me and shook her head, walking away. I screamed for her help, but she ignored me.

Eventually, thankfully, I passed out.

When I woke up Akito was gone. I almost groaned, but I kept the sound in. I didn't want him to come back. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out in pain.

I wiggled across the floor and got to Tsuki's hoodie, which I had dropped earlier. I lay my head on it, making sure to keep my face tilted down so the blood on my lips wouldn't get on the pure whiteness. I breathed in his smell, the only comforting thing left in my life.

I was too exhausted to do anything else. I feel asleep again.

(Tsukishima's POV)

It was noon. I know I probably shouldn't go over to her house, but I couldn't help it. I need to see for myself that she was planning on turning Noya down.

I walked out of the house, saying good-bye to my family, and quickly jogged the kilometer and a half to her place. I was surprised to see that Noya was there, standing in front of the door and holding up his phone to his ear. I thought that he would've gone in the house by now.

I considered turning around and leaving, but decided not too. I had to make sure. "Noya," I said.

His short frame turned around. "Oh, hey Tsukishima. Is y/n ok? She hasn't been answering my calls."

"Don't know. Last time I saw her was this morning." I pulled my phone out of my pocket, calling her. It rang for a while, and then went to voicemail. I pounded on the door, but nobody answered.

Was she alright? I considered what could've happened. I remembered last night she said she was scared and didn't want to go home because of some guy. Was it the college boy from earlier? Was he hurting her? I snapped my fingers. It all made sense now!
"We have to get in," I said, leaning forward and trying the handle. It was locked. I looked around for the place a spare key might be.

"Why, is she ok?" Noya asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Would I be trying to get in their house, illegally, if she was?" I snapped.

There, under the rug! I pulled the key out and quickly put it into the handle and unlocked the door. I opened it and went inside. The college kid was passed out on the living room couch. I put my finger over my lips, motioning to Noya to be quiet. He nodded, thankfully understanding. I don't know what I could have done if he didn't. I would've lost it.

I led the way through the house. Up the stairs, down the hallway, stop at her door. I tried the handle, and was relieved to find it unlocked. But when I opened it, I was horrified to see what was before me.

Y/n was curled in a fetal position on the ground, passed out. Her beautiful head was laying on my hoodie, and her hands and feet were ziptied. There was blood crusted on her lips and her arms, and one of her wrists was twisted horribly to one side. Noya and I cursed, running forward. I didn't even try to wake her up. I just grabbed her phone and my hoodie, tossed them to Noya, and then picked her up. We snuck out of the house quietly, not bothering to shut the door behind us and jumping into Noya's car. I hopped into the back with y/n and he slid into the driver's seat, trying to start the car. When it roared to life he peeled out, and I assumed it woke the college kid up because he appeared at the door waving his bloody fists as we ran away.