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○Chapter 19○

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(Midoriya Household----->)

Izuku

Loud shouts and screams bounce off the walls as I curl in closer to myself. Today was a good day. Mommy took me to the store and bought ice cream! It's been so long since I've had it. Afterward, we went to the park and played for a long time. When it got dark, Mommy told me that we were going to be staying with a friend. Auntie was going to pick us up and then we would have a sleepover! Kacchan would be there too! We could talk about All Might again. Possibilities of what the night could lead to filled my adolescent brain to the brim. But we didn't go home with Auntie. Daddy found out where Mommy and I were, he smiled weirdly and insisted to Auntie Mitsuki and Uncle Masaru that everything was fine. HE IS A LIAR! Always smelling weird and yelling at Mommy and sometimes me.

I could tell he was hurting Mommy by the way she had a funny face when he grabbed her wrist. After we got into the car, he started yelling again and I was scared. So now here I was, hiding away in my room as I can hear Mommy screaming and crying. As much as my heart broke and I wanted to run out and save her, I learned my lesson long ago. I'm not strong, I'm not brave, and I'm not smart. Against Daddy, I'm nothing. So I sit in the darkest corner of my closet waiting for the nightmare to end. By the time everything downstairs goes quiet, the tears have already dried on my face. I feel sticky and gross, yet made no move to leave the closet. It's only when I recognize Mommy's footsteps and soft knocking, I unlock the door.

Her face is all red and puffy, not to mention the bruises and swells forming on her face, neck, and arms. A small sob escapes my lips and I run into her arms. She gently wraps her arms around me and coos apologies and sad excuses. I stopped listening to her reassurances of us leaving another day. Regardless of being a child, I understood the situation. Daddy would never let us go. He is a selfish and evil man. There was no love for us, but we were his. His property. Not even the superheroes on television could save us. I tried calling the police, but nothing happened. We're hopeless. Nowhere to go and no one to turn to. Auntie and Uncle were our last hope and even now it seems they might disappear from our lives too. My thoughts couldn't last much longer due to the harsh and frightful banging on my door. Mommy pushed me back inside the closet and I whimpered over the toys my bare feet stepped on. It seemed tonight I wouldn't get any sleep either.

Sitting up with a startle, I whipped my head around looking for any danger. When I realized it had just been a bad dream or rather a memory, I managed to calm myself. Slowly, I began to notice my sweaty, trembling figure. It has been a while since I've thought of my father. Or my childhood back in Japan. Trauma like that, I'll never be able to forget. But coping is a different story. Slowly as time passed and I met new people, I managed to gain trust in others and not always be on guard. The unfortunate side effect is every now and then I am rudely reminded of my past. The only thing that keeps me grounded is the guarantee that my father doesn't know where I am. Who cares if that asshole has changed? What he did to my mother and I is unrepairable. No amount of apologies, secret emails, and letters will curb or persuade me. There have been two occurrences when he attempted to reach out to us. The first being right before we left for America. Auntie and Uncle didn't continue contact with us and my mother understood why. Whenever mom called them they would hear horrifying screams if my father came home. That or he would snatch it from her hand and threaten them repeatedly, hollering about how he knew where their son lived and how he wouldn't hesitate to hurt him or me. Police calls about these threats turned useless, my father seemed to be capable of talking himself out of any situation.