𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 11 | Double Doors

  It didn't budge, I stepped back, my heart racing.

"Pfft, all that getting scared for nothing. Of course it's locked." I said, actually I was really happy it was locked. What if it wasn't, what was I thinking?

That's literally trespassing, just because there's a door to his apartment doesn't mean I should open it. I barely know him, what the fuck?

"Dumbass." I laughed and slowly started walking to turn off the light.

The door to Aizawa's room made a click.

I ran as fast as I could manage to hide in the closest door. It was a closet. Aizawa's doorknob turned and slowly pushed open.

"Shit, shit, shit." I kept my hands over my mouth. "You idiot, why are you even hiding?" I whispered to myself.

My breath hitched in my throat as I stopped talking, a man in all black stepped in the room. I don't think I realized how tall he was, he looked almost as tall as the door. I couldn't breathe, why was I so scared? I'm not a little girl, I'm acting like a sissy, I'm hiding like I'm guilty.

"Who turned the lights on?" The man I'm guessing was Aizawa said with a grunt, he sounded mad.

I whimpered, my hands over my mouth. "The fuck, why are you being a freak? You never should have touched that door." I wanted to slap the shit out of myself.

It was like a grade schooler hastily trying to hide from her crush, which I am NOT doing.

"Wimp." I said lastly. I put too much umph in the P.

Aizawa turned to the closet and slowly started to walk over. His shoes slightly scraped the ground, I could only see his lower half and he was in all black.

I don't know what made it so terrifying but I was scared for my life, I thought I was dying. Or about to.

I whimpered. "Shit, shut up." I asked myself, angry.

Aizawa was now so close to the closet I thought he could see me. I was sitting on the ground, knees to my chest, watching through the blinds of the closet door.

That's why I was so scared.

"Get the arms, then the legs you fucking idiot." She said and smacked my dad. It was my mom, they were both in big yellow aprons that covered their front half. They had big black gloves, and white goggles on.

"Shut up, I'm trying to focus." He said.

The gush of blood and the sound of squishing noises made me squeak. There were people all around them on hooks or on the ground, trying their best to scream or make sounds. The two people turned to the closet I was in. My mother smacked my father and pointed straight to the closet. He groaned and swiftly walked over. I put my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming.

My father quickly opened the door and yanked me up by my arm, he snarled and snatched off his goggles.

"You. Fucking little shit, we'll get to you next." He pointed to the body on the table, "Well, right after her." He laughed. I screamed and kicked, crying until my cheeks hurt so much they went numb, my throat closed up. Then everything went black.