"HONEY YOUR GOING TO BE LATE FOR KARATE!" you mother screeched, you sighed and grabbed you uniform and placed the shirt over a whit singlet and the pants over your bike shorts. This was all you did was after school activites but you like doing them but not the ones your parents choose, you wanted to play volleyball. It was all that you wanted to play but your parents hated the sport, they both owned a multi million dollar comapny. A company that scams in the worst of ways. The company the own was known as Myers. Everyday they come home with atleast a truckload of money because with out fail they scammed another unlucky soul. Once your karate lesson finished your mother had a burning look in her eye sthat said, your in trouble. She scolded you for failing even the slightest of screw ups like forgetting you water, the teacher has to pull you out for a second anything bad she would bruise you for.
All your friends play volleyball, your honestly jelous of them very jelous. When you got home your mother yanked you out of the car as if a fire had started in it. She threw you on the hardwood floor and the look in her eyes only got more fumed. "YOU DID IT AGAIN I CAN'T BELIVE YOU, YOUR SUPPOSED TO HIT THE KID NOT SWING AND MISS!" she accused. You whimper putting your hands up trying not to flinch each time she moves. It only ascended from there. When you turned ten you started realising something, as a kid you didn't know that your parents were abusing you but then the gates of hell let you in.
You just come home from swim club it was friday and you knew you were deep inside the rabbit hole tonight. You quickly rushed to your room, slamming the door shut and pushing your small arm chair infromt of it until you can't force it any more; you found cushions, pillows and stuffed animals used to baracade the door from both of your parents. You could hear there footsteps as clear as a sky with no clouds.
You hid under the blankets you pushed against the door hugging your legs while tears absorbed into the fabric of the blanket, as you whimperd you were knocked out of place by the door being kicked harshly open. It was your mother and father, You shook at there angry faces and blazing eyes as yours kept crying. "YOU HAVE DONE IT THIS TIME Y/N, I *slap* TOLD YOU TO PAY *slap* ATTENTION AND *slap* YOU FORGET TO *slap slap* YOU DISGUST ME," you father repeatedly slapped your face while you mother watched with a pleased face.
You went to school the next day with a bruised face, your teacher for the whole year now has been watching your confidence fade away. The teacher you had was amazing her name was miss Hito she was a caring lady who loved making kids become what they aspire. "Y/n?! your face!?" miss Hito bent down and cupped your cheeks, "i'm ok miss i just fell yesterday" you smiled happily even though it took alot to force it. "Well hurry along now go take a seat" she ushered you to sit down as you waddled off. As the day progressed into lunch break you sat alone, a new girl had come today her name was Sakura. Your friends seemed to be drawn to her so the day they ignored you.
As you bit into the sushi from your bento a shadow loomed over you, four of them actually "so this is the Y/n you were talking about" the girl gave a disgusted look. Your three friends all nodded, "psh she's uglier than i thought" Sakura snikered. "H-hi" you stammered. "H-hi i-i'm Y-Y/n a-and i-i s-stutter" your friend mocked, the others snikered. "Well just lettin you know that no one likes you, your weak, ugly, dumb, idiotic and you'll never be like me" she examined her nails while spitting her harsh words. You smiled slightly but still a genuine smile. "I know" you sighed still smiling as you put your head down, not wanting them to see the tear rolling down your cheek. The were pleased with the hate they had dished out and left you, alone, sad, worthless and empty.
Once you got home the routine had only just progressed from bad to worse. "Sit. Down" you mother pointed to the couch, you plopped down on the soft couch and nervousness coursed through you. "Tonight we are pulling you from karate because we have special guestst so, behave" she sternly said. You nodded and walked off with your head hanging low.
At the dinner you met a rooster headed boy he was smiling it never left his face, it was like you but your sadness it never left you. "Y/n meet Kuroo" your mum pushed your forward to the young boy. "Hi" you meekly added playing with the hem of your large shirt. "I'm Kuroo" the boy smiled, "now kids go play and be nice" your mum had some serious buisness with you if she was being this nice infront of her guests. You showed Kuroo to your room and you just sat there for a minute staring at the wall, when.
"Y/n this is Sakura now be nice" your mother let the girl in. The girl from today, "Hey Kuroo~" she wiggled her brows. "Why don't we play a game, for fun" she smiled. You shrugged and joined in on her idea. The game she chose was truth or dare. "Y/n, truth or dare?" Kuroo put his hands in his lap. "Truth" you tired monotone voice answered, "ok do you like your parents?" he smiled. Your breath hitched at his words, what do you say? how do you say it if your telling the truth? do you lie?, "u-uh yeah i like them" you rubbed the back of yoru sweaty neck.
After the game you were called out for dinner, "Bye see you at work" your mother waved the guests off. Once the car sounds fadded from hearing her smile snapped into a serious face and she looked beyong angry. "I told you to look *slap* presentable! and *slap* you wear that *slap*!" she striked your cheek;
The next week got worse more nightmares but the one you had tonight was bad.
You woke up drenched in sweat, your chest rising and falling at a fast pace and you had a red tear stained face. You groped your shirt were your heart was with a shaking hand.
"Welcome, to hell miss Myers."
A/N: I am going to put the title of the chapter as a sentence in the book they get harder each time can you find the first one!?
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FanfictionY/n was forced to do everything as a kid it always had to be perfect but she never wanted that she wanted volleyball