Warning(s): Abuse, description of violence/abuse, negative thoughts
Denki POV
I wake to darkness.
'That's weird... isn't supposed to be bright when you wake up?'I wondered out loud.
Then I jolted, remembering the events of the day. The day off, hanging out with my class, the attack and... a scream? I worried, where are the others? Are they ok? I remember standing in front of the attack... so was I dead?
Hmm... debatable!
But probably not, after all, I don't think that I'd be able to be having these thoughts if I died. Also if Ima dead I hope some light'll show up soon! Because I won't live in the afterlife for the 'rest of time' in darkness! Like look, I know this would be Tokoyami's dream but NO! I like being able to see thank you very much.
I continue contemplating this for a while... wait how do you tell the time in - wherever I am?!
Before I get the chance to evaluate this thought (and yeah yeah, I know. Wow Denki is EVALUATING A SITUATION?! The world must be ending! - you know what? Shut up brain!) anyway, I hear footsteps and... wait is a door opening? What's going on?!
I start to worry, like why wouldn't I? The noises are getting closer and I can feel my power spike a little. I try to move a little, to step back. I can't, there is a... wall? Maybe something else? Whatever it was, I can't move!
Deep breaths Denki, just stay calm, it'll be fine.
Then the 'door' opens.
No.
NO!
The man, my dad, grabs me by the collar of my shirt and borderline throws me out of the closet.
Wait, I was in a CLOSET?!
How did O get there?
Why did my dad look younger?
WHAT WAS GOING ON?!
My breath was erratic, my heart pounding in my chest.
Why was my dad here? And he had the look. The look he got whenever he got drunk and violent.
Why, why, WHY?!
I want to go home, to UA.
I know I'm safe there, away from my dad at least.
Speaking of dad, he's saying something... I should probably listen!
"-you little spoiled brat. Your marks in school? You're not even trying, are you?! Failing that test-"
"N, no dad! I promise I'm doing my best! I-"
SMACK!
My hands fly to my cheek. He- he slapped me. That wasn't unusual but it did hurt... so much. Why- why was I not enough?
"Do NOT interrupt me you INCOMPETENT idiotic child!" he hissed at me.
My eyes widen; my dad only uses that voice when he's planning a particularly gruesome beatdown.
"I'm sorry, dad!" I plead.
"Oh you will be... you will be," he's grinning, roughly grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the basement.
I start to tremble in horror. I want to get away - I need to getaway!
But my body seems to have a mind of its own, I can't move. I can feel terror flooding my veins as I'm shoved into the living area and I see him shut the door. I step back subconsciously. His eyes look wild, the fury in them is obvious.
Suddenly he smiles (which personally scares me more) grabs an empty vodka bottle, that was much too casually laying on the ground for it to not have been put there on purpose, and with that, the large man approaches. His movements are sluggish and he looks rather tipsy.
I knew if I wanted to I could escape with no problem, and I did want to, so: WHY. COULDN'T. I. MOVE?!
Lost in my own mind, I did not realize that he was approaching, until suddenly, he was practically on top of me.
I tried to move or back away, but I couldn't.
Damn it! Why couldn't I move?
I didn't even get the chance to berate myself further due to the immediate pain that tends to come when someone smashes a glass bottle into your back.
Later I would remember feeling a surge of pain and screaming. I could feel the glass breaking, some pieces breaking and leaving deep gashes all over my being. What hurt more though was the pieces of glass that had embedded themselves into my skin, and they burned. The empty bottle still seemed to have some alcohol left in it though, for I felt some water like substance leaking down my back and felt the sting of it entering my open wounds.
And I cried. I cried and begged. Begged for my dad to stop, to let me go, to have mercy. I cried in self-pity, for all the pain I had to suffer and endure.
Now, in some distant universe, I'm sure someone is like: 'wow Denki! You weak pathetic coward, crying and begging for mercy from your dad! You deserve all this!'
And they'd be right. That was what hurt the most. I knew I deserved this, for I, Denki Kaminari, am a coward.
Not that id made a difference anyway. My dad enjoyed watching me break down and even then he would just continue until he was either too tired or due to me passing out.
Thankfully, today, it was the former. I don't know how long it took him to tire. At one point I kind of went numb to the abuse, letting myself go limp as he threw me around, shoving e around with the occasional punch and slap.
And, of course, as always, he decided to remind me of just how much of a 'pathetic disappointment' I was.
This moment was familiar, as though a memory, but then again I could barely think coherently a the time.
When my dad stopped, finally tired out, I felt him drag me back upstairs, to my room. My eyes widened in terror when I notice our destination.
"NO! Please dad, not the closet!" I whimper.
He doesn't grace me with a reply, I'm obviously not worth his time.
He opens the door roughly and I pray that he broke it with the impact.
But, of course, it didn't. 'Cause, that's just my luck!
I feel a shove, my back hitting the wooden backboard with a thud.
I hear a cruel laugh and see my dad's venomous smile. The door slams shut and I am trapped in darkness once again.
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To summarize:
- Denki wakes up to darkness
- Denki's dad shows up
- Abuse
Yeah, just a note... Denki is trapped reliving it in his younger body but he doesn't know that. Also, prepare yourselves for the next chapter featuring BAKUGO!!!!!!
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