Ameliorate 18+ (Timeskip!Kita Shinsuke x OC) NSFW

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Chapter 2

An entire day had gone by and she didn't leave the bed. A wink of sleep didn't come to her once, she tossed and turned relentlessly. It was so quiet in the countryside, she heard every tiny sound, from the crickets chirping outside to the creaking of the cottage. She felt like she should've been terrified, being all alone in an unfamiliar setting, without her personal assistant or her mother. She had never taken a trip by herself; every aspect of her life was followed by a schedule. Now that she was free, she had no idea what to do.

She never had this much freedom...

Slowly getting up, she wandered around the bedroom, looking at the old-fashioned décor, eying the intimate detailing and the family photos that hung.

Her mother's apartment (she wouldn't call it her home because it felt like prison) was a grotesque version of a hotel. Depressing grey and white marble tones... Fake and staged family photos... or photos of Y/n's magazine covers, proudly displayed for any visitor to come see as if it was an art piece...

'Fucking disgusting...' She thought...

She turned her head, eyes meeting her figure in the mirror. Feeling lost, she touched the cold glass, looking at her face. No makeup, no photoshop... just her...

Various images of her shoots came to mind, her heavily edited face flashing behind her eyelids, making her head hurt. She tried to get rid of them by opening her eyes, but she was just met with her reflection. Dull skin, dark circles, her ass was flat, and her chest wasn't as big as they made it look. The tears she went through when her mother's assistant would painfully tape them together under her dresses or tops, contouring them in such a sickening and deceiving way...

She was just a piece of shit who sold absolute lies to innocent minds.

'This wasn't who I am...'

She pushed her bleach hair back, hissing when her press-on nails scratched her scalp. Looking her fingers, she frowned at the disgusting gaudy art... She hated them... Her mother forced her to get them because they were in fashion and just 'perfect' for her upcoming photoshoot. In her vexation, she brought her thumb to her mouth, gnawing at the plastic until it loosened, violently pulling it off ignoring the pain. With each pull, the faces of her mother, the director and his son flashed in her mind

"Fuck you" She spat, pulling her fake nail off when the director came to her mind

"F-Fuck you!" Her voice raised, another nail yanked off, hissing at the pain, this time her mother's facing swimming in her head.

Finally, when his face flashed before her eyes, her bottom lip trembled, eyes watering

"FUCK YOU!" She yelled, she forcefully pulled off all the nails until they were piled around her feet. Still in a rage, she threw open her suitcase, throwing out every article of stupid designer clothing. She hated every single piece, tearing them apart...

There was nothing she chose for herself.

The only thing she managed to buy out of sheer luck was when her mother and her were in the middle of the airport and Y/n faced the humiliation of starting her period earlier than usual, ruining her 'planned' outfit. In anger, her mother sent the assistant to find back clothes in Duty Free and all he came back with was some plain t-shirts and sweats.

When she put a pair on... It was the first time in her life, she felt like she could breathe.

Panting hard, her hands pressed to her face, pushing her hair back. She calmed herself, slowing her breathing, a hand on her racing heart. Taking a deep breath, she bent down to pick up the articles of clothing she had, marching downstairs to the back door where the garbage bin stood. Dumping them all in there, she closed the lid before her back pressed against the cottage wall, breathing in the fresh air, feeling a little at ease.