𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚. [𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮]

[16]

A t s u m u 

     He hit me. He hit me for no reason. Tears robbed my vision moments after the impact from his hand slapping my face. Never once had he used physical abuse on me, it was always verbal. Like "shut up!" or "my god you're so fucking annoying!"

     The contact, in that split second, reminded me of Mark and how he choked me with a sadistic grin. Now that I'm sitting here, my hand on my cheek, Ryker licking my face. I'm scared. Terrified even.

     My eyes acted as a waterfall, my lips pursed, my body tense, my hyper-awareness kicking in. 

      "I- I'm so sorry 'Tsumu!" He said frantically, rushing to me and kneeling down about to lift his hand to my face. Before he could do anything I slapped it away and rushed out the bedroom door. Ryker following behind me.

      Luckily for me, I already have nice clothes on so I won't be running around with pajamas on. My outfit of choice; black contrast collar letter embroidered polo shirt, solid black ripped jeans, white converse, chains dangling from the belt line, and to top it off, a chain necklace and a black choker. (Like how Denki Kaminari wears chokers)

     Where are the car keys stashed? I need to get out of here. I can't be in a house with Sakusa living in it for crying out loud. Think Atsumu, think! Before anyone else notices I'm wanting to take one of the cars to get the hell out of here. 

     As if Ryker read my damn mind, he stands by a closet. Without a second thought I open it and see some sort of modern type locker in it. I need a pin for it. Think like the Mafia, think like... I got it. 

     Damn, they need to up security because I guessed the pin. Oh my- it's like car key heaven. Oh hell yes this is the one. 

     "Atsumu?! Where are you?!" Voices start calling, my nerves starting to explode from the sudden anxiety. No way in hell am I staying here. I grab the keys and make a mad dash to the garage where all the cars are held. 

     Ah, there you are. I rush to the other side of the garage and step into the black Lamborghini Centenario. "Hey! Get out of my damn car!" Rooster head shouts as he enters the garage just as I'm about to take off down the road. 

     Thinking it over for a split second I roll the window down and stare at him with glossy eyes. He stops in his tracks, staring at me with an expression that can only be called confusion.

     "I'm sorry, I need to get out of here right now. I'll come back and I promise this car won't have any scratches or dents." And with that, I roll the windows up and step on the gas, accelerating down the twisty road.

     With how fast I'm going and how loud the exhaust is from the cold start, you can probably hear it from a mile away. Sound does travel faster in the cold, especially when there's snow. Much to my dismay, it starts pouring halfway down the road. 

     20 MHP on slippery and twisty roads.. isn't that bad, right? I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Speeding over a pothole and skidding across the road and crashing into trees, only to get impaled in the process. Yeaaa, seems very unlikely. I'm totally fine.

     No, I disagree with myself. I'm fucking delirious right now. My head is just clouded with thoughts and emotions, it's almost impossible to think one thing at a time. 

     My iPhone dings, making me carefully lean over to the passenger seat to grab it, slowing down a little while doing so.

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Atsumu. Why did you run away from me?

Look, I'm sorry okay? Please come back.