Smile [a Denki angst] BakuKami

7. Guilt

⚠️WARNING! MENTIONS. I REPEAT: (MENTIONS SO NOT THE ACTUAL THING...) OF RAPE AND INCEST! Don't read if you can't take.⚠️

——POV DENKI——

For the first time since I've been here, I looked around the room. It was a small, clean room with only a bed and a closet. The big window lighted the room in the morning sun. I discovered that I had been unconscious for two days. The old man named zuko, found my school pas and had called the school. Telling them that my parents were on a business trip and that he was taking care of me. He called me in sick.

I let out a sight. Thinking back to this morning.

["let the kids stay here."]

["What?!"]

["Until you all are recovered that is. I'm lonely here. And the kids can keep me company."]

["s-sir! I am sorry. But we really can't. I can't ask you for any more that you already did."]

But he refused. He kept insisting and said that that was the only way he was willing to get any repayment. I think he said that cause he noticed our injuries were from home. I'm just glad he didn't tell anyone. I don't want to cause problems for dad. It isn't his fault. It's because he's lonely without mom. But I don't want to take the kids home when he's like this. So staying here wouldn't be that bad, and it's not like I have any other place to go for the moment. I fell back on the bed. But my mind kept going back to home.

You left him there.

What if he's dead.

You killed your father Denki.

You should check up on him you know.

Are you really going to leave him there while he's vulnerable and weak.

I don't want to go back. I'm scared.

No. Your pathetic. Leaving an old man alone and hurt in that house.

Monster...

I shot up. Holding my head in my hands. It hurts. It hurts when he talks so much. I want him to stop. But I know I deserve it. It's my fault. It's my fault.

It's my fault-

It's my fault that zuko has to waste his food because I can't feed my brothers.

It's my fault dad is hurt.

It's my fault we don't have a place to go back to.

It's my fault mom left us.

It's my fault.

It's my fault!

It's-

—knock knock—

My eyes shot open and I finally felt the tears that had streamed down my face. I roughly wiped my wet face and opened the door of the room. My hands were slightly trembling when I hold the door knob.

"Mister zuko?" I said. He nodded and came in.

"How are you boy?" He asked.

You made him worry again Denki. Worthless...

Don't show it. Smile.

"I'm good!" I said smiling. "Thank you for letting us stay here sir."

"It's nothing. But I do want to talk to you."

He's tired of you.

"Yes?" I said. My mind thinking of the worst outcomes.

"I don't know why you ended up the way you did yesterday. And I don't want to push you to tell me. I can see you don't want to be here. But at least leave the kids here until you can reassure me that they're save."

I didn't say a word. I knew he was right.

"I just wanted to check up on you. I will leave you alone for now. Get some sleep, okay?"

Zuko left and I went back to bed. But I couldn't sleep. I looked at the time, it was just about to hit 11 o'clock.

I couldn't stay here anymore. I had to see if he was alright. The guilt was eating at me. I sneaked out of the house and made my way back home. It took a while. But my injuries were mostly healed. It seems like the granddaughter is quite powerful.

Unlike someone who can't even control their own quirk.

I fastened my pace and reached the house after a while. Something I will always regret doing.

I quietly opened the door and went inside. Looking everywhere, but he wasn't there. I didn't know whether I was relieved or scared. I was now standing in the living room. My eyes fell on the now dried up red stain that covered the concrete floor. I felt shivers go down my spine. The fear came back. I don't know how long I stood there. But I didn't hear the sound of the door opening. The footsteps came closer but I was lost in thoughts.

My soul left my body when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I was swung backwards against the wall. I collapsed and fell on the ground.

"Agh!"

"YOU BASTARD! YOU THINK YOU CAN OUTRUN ME?"

"I-I'm sorry!"

"I BET YOU ARE!"

"Ahgk!" A hard kick landed on my stomach. I felt the tears burn in my eyes. My breakfast was slowly making its way up again.

"You hit me and ran! How could you do that to me?!"

"I-I- I am sorry. I swear I didn't mean t-" He didn't let me finish.

"YOU FUCKING LYING BASTARD..."

He was panting. His eyes were swollen and red. And his voice sounded way to hoarse for him to be drunk. I don't know what he does to get like that. But that's never a good sign.

I should've never come.

"I will make you regret everything you've done..." He said, grinning form ear to ear. That disgusting grin.

"N-no.." I whimpered. The tears flow down. I was already sobbing, and he hadn't even started yet.

"YOU WOULDN'T DO THAT ANYMORE! YOU. YOU PROMISED!" I yelled. Crawling away from him. My nails scratched the floor and wall. I tried to stand. To run. But he didn't let me. He hit once more and I fell.

"That promise was broken the moment you tried to kill me for those little bastards. You should've never come home."

I wish I had just died right there. At least it would've been painless.

You deserve it.

It hurts to much.

My vision was blurring from the hits I just received. I couldn't see him, but I could hear his belt unbuckle.

Help me.

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Bare with me. There will be plenty of KamiBaku moments in the incoming chaps.

...I'm out.

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