Kageyama's Cuts and Bruises | KageyHina angst

A turn of unfortunate events

If I go home now, I'll be beat to a pulp. Panic rushes over me like water drowning me.

I walk slowly. Not knowing where to go or what to do. The packs of milk weigh heavier and heavier as I walk around aimlessly. A shady hooded stranger walks past me sliding his hand over my ass and up my back. Cold sweat and shivers ripple through me. I walk faster. The man turns around.

"Hey kid, you seem lost. Come to my house and I'll help you."

"No thank you." No this can't be happening. Not now.

He grabs me by the waist and hoists me onto his shoulder, milk packs flying out of my hands and landing on the ground.

I thrash my arms and legs. Kick him in the face, balls, puch his back. It's no use. His filthy grip unrelenting, as my weak limbs barely cause him to grunt from agitation. Before I know it I hear a door open and he throws my limp body onto the cold hard floor.

I muster as much strength as I can and throw myself at the back door as a desperate attempt to escape. I need to get the fuck out.

"Where do you think you're going pretty boy?" he runs at me and zip ties my hands together.

"Get up the fucking stairs." he threateningly whispers into my ears.

I have no choice but to oblige. "Please." I cry in pain, dreading what's going to happen to me. "Don't do this to me." At this point I'm screaming. No matter what I do I'll never be free.

He throws me onto the springy bed and silences my screams with long empty painful kisses. Slowly going down my neck. His icy hands travel up my abs taking my shirt up with it. Everytime he touches me more dread fills me and shivers ripple through my body. Each touch makes me wince. The pit in my stomach digs deeper and deeper. "No. No. Please don't do this." The tears fall down rapidly, my voice sandpapery as the silent sobs leave my mouth.

"Shhh... the only time you can make sound is when you moan."

His pecks continue to travel down as he lightly sucks leaving marks. He strips of my pants and underwear.

I try to get away but it's no use. He's already about to enter me.

My legs are limp. I can barely walk. Everything hurts, everytime I move.

"Get out of here. I'm done with you."

"I... I can't walk." I barely get the words out of my mouth.

A dark smirk forms on his face. "I don't care."

I feel like I weigh a hundred kilos. My body drags along the floor, my arms hardly doing anything to help me move.

"For fucks sake." He takes my body and picks it up again, he takes me down the stairs and throws me out the door. My face scrunches at the pain. The cuts. The bruises. My bruised neck and the pain in my other areas.

All I can do is crawl but I have nowhere left to go. I want to cry more than anything but I don't have any energy or tears left to cry.

"Kageyama? What the hell are you doing?" Oh my god. Of all people it had to be four eyes to find me like this.

"Ugh it's you." As much as I'm desperate for help, there's no way I'm getting this salt shaker's help.

"Yeah, why are you crawling on the floor like the annoying caterpillar you are."

"Well, long story short, I can't walk." If he says what I think he's gonna say...

"Oh, thats kinky." ugh. The smirk on his face continues to grow.

Fuck.

"Why are you out this late at night anyways, huh? Hitting it off with some chick?" Now I'm the one with the smirk on my face.

"Uh... not necessarily." silence fills the conversation.

"You were at Kuroos gay stripclub werent you?" I frankly ask already knowing the answer

"What? No... I wasn't." his hand rubbing the back of his neck as the cheeks clearly get redder and redder.

"Did you go with a friend. Oh I don't know, maybe... Yamaguchi?" I know the answer to this question as well, but it's more fun this way. I can't help but snicker.

"What the fuck? How did you know-? I mean, no none of that's true, you've got it completely wrong.. Anyways it's none of your business, what are you doing out here at night?" he asks, quickly changing the subject.

"Uh you know, just getting abducted by a random man and getting raped for a few hours."

He doesn't respond but he reaches his hand out to me. "I don't need your pity, little bitch."

"As much as I want to leave you here, I'm not going to. Mostly because if we lose you as a setter we're done for in the finals."

"Ppft. Whatever." I reluctantly take his hand.

"I'll take you back to your house."

"No. don't take me there. Anywhere but there."

"Why not?"

"Doesn't matter. Just take me to... Hinata's house."

"Aw, how sweet."

"Shut up." I mumble under my breath.

The journey there is dead silent.

TsukI knocks on Hinata's door but no one answers. He knocks again and I hear footsteps getting louder. The door clicks and I look down to see the top of Hinata's orange head at the door.

"Wha... what are you guys doing at my house this late?" His tiny hands rubbing at his drowsy eyes. Cute.

"Kageyama needs your help. I'll leave him here with you."

Hinata doesn't say anything but helps get me on the couch. Shit. It stings so bad to even sit down. All I can do is lay on the couch while Hinata sits with me. The sunshine seems to have drained from his face.

"What happened?" he finally asks, the comfortable silence becoming uncomfortable through the lack of my response. My throat is already hurting from silencing my sobs.