Little orphan girl (Kuroo T.)

Talk about it

It was a Saturday morning, and I woke up after a nice sleep, and long week at work. Cherry was cuddled up next to me, purring as she slept and likely having a pleasant dream. I smiled, and scratched her head, before looking at the digital clock on my bedside table. 

9:03 am.

I shot out of bed, and rushed into the kitchen, hoping kuroo was still asleep, and I wouldn't get in trouble. I saw him shirtless in the kitchen making what smelt like bacon, pancakes, and eggs, coffee brewing in the pot on the counter. "Good morning chibi-chan~" He cooed, hearing me rush into the kitchen. "Go ahead and sit down. I'm almost done making breakfast." I nodded and sat down shaking slightly. I know I shouldn't be scared, since kuroo's a really nice guy, and wouldn't hurt me for waking up late like my mother would, but I can't help my shaking.

Normally by now, I'd be forced onto my hands and knees, and my shirt literally torn off my back, along with bra if I had one on, and whipped harshly with a belt, leaving trails of blood and bruises on my back. The wounds would take months to heal, and I'd be passed out on the floor by the end of it, then beat further for it. I still have the scars from her whipping me over and over again, and dragging her lit cigarettes' down and across my body in random spots, leaving harsh burns, and then scars. 

"Y/n? Are you okay?" Kuroo asked setting the food and coffee down in front of me, and his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah why?" I asked, snapping out of the memories of my mothers abusive behavior, trying to push them as far down as I possibly could. 

"You're crying." I hummed in confusion and felt my face. My fingers came back wet with tears. I lowered my head, and prepared to be yelled at for crying like a baby. "Do you want to talk about it? It might do you some good." I turn my head away. "Hey, I'm not going to force you to. Just know, whenever you want to talk about it, you can always come to me. Hell, you can come to me in the middle of the night. You know where my room is."

"I... Thank you." I say, and begin to eat. My appetite has gotten better and my physique more like a normal persons. My skin doesn't look as pale anymore either. I almost look, how should I say this? I look, healthy. 

It's the middle of the night a week later, on a Saturday. I had a nightmare that my mother was back from the dead, and killed me in front of kuroo, and before my vision dimmed out, she did the same to kuroo. I had tears running down my face as I knocked on his door. I felt bad, since I knew how late it was, but I can't take it. Most of my dreams are nightmares of my mother, or kuroo finding out, and stating to beat me. I'm abandoned. Alone. 

I hear him groan slightly, and the sound of shuffling. His door opens, and he looks down at me. "Chibi-chan? What's wrong?" I sigh.

"I know it's late, but... umm..." He understands, and lets me in, closing the door behind him. He sits on his bed, and pats the space next to him, motioning for me to sit there too. I do so, and wipe my tears. 

"Do you want to talk about it all, or just why you're crying right now?"

"I guess, most of it. A lot of it, I don't want to say, or relive either."

"It's fine. You only have to tell me what you want to." I sigh, and begin to tall him my story, leaving out bits I didn't want him to know.

"I was the result of an unhappy marriage, followed by an unwanted pregnancy. When my mother found she was pregnant, her husband left her, deciding it was more than time for them to get a divorce. My mother was a good mother for a while, caring for me, raising me the best she could. Believe it or not it went on until my first year of high school. That's when she couldn't take it anymore. She hated how much I looked like my father. My eyes, my hair, the way I moved, the way I talked, it reminded her so much if him at this point it hurt her. 

"My mother wasn't the most mentally stable people in the world. She was a rape victim from her brother, and suffered with night terrors. Until high school, she lashed out, sure, but never laid a violent finger on me. That is until my father reached out after all of these years. Apparently, he divorced my mom after finding out she was having a girl, and immediately gave my hand in marriage to his friend's two year old son, who I never met. That was the day my mother broke. 

"When I got home from school that day, she smashed a glass bottle into my side, and began to try and strangle me." I moved my hair, to show small, faded scars on my neck. "Her nails dug in so deep, she left permanent scars on my neck. She choked me out, and when I woke up from the floor, I was bloody and covered in glass."

"Is that way you have so many scars?" He asked, pointing to my arms. I looked away. "Is it?" I sighed. 

"It's the reason for most of them. But..." I trailed off and he seemed to catch my drift. 

"Y/n-"

"I've been clean since I got here." I blurted out, which was true. I didn't need him losing trust in me. 

"Good. Please, stay that way, okay?" I nodded. 

"From that day on, she treated me like I wasn't worth anything. She made me the house slave, and would only let me out for school and errands, and occasionally to hang out with friends so people didn't get suspicious. She left so many scars on my body from that day on, I'm sure it's most of what I'm made of at this point." Kuroo stood up, and went to his door. "Kuroo?"

"What's her address?" 

"Why do you need it?" He looked at me with a craized look on his face that made me scared. 

"Because I'm about to kill her."

"But I already did."

"What?"

"What?"