POV: You Get Isekai'd Into the Final Fantasy XV world

Chapter 6- A Hand from the Devil

The dream that I describe in this chapter is a dream I have actually had about my father. Prompto wasn't there of course. Instead it was my boyfriend.

Two nights had passed since Prompto gave me the ring. Every day I was up early training with Gladio, and learning everything I would need to know to fight with a sword. He said I could learn other weapons later if I wanted to, but the sword was his specialty and we were running out of time.

The earlier lesson was exhausting and I quickly fell asleep. Suddenly my father was seated next to me in a car. He was so drunk he could no longer drive an inch. Even though my consciousness had transported me to a moment in time where the car was already stationary, I knew I had been the one to make him to stop the car. For some reason the car was so small and getting smaller, crushing him into me.

There was a horrible pain in my upper right leg. I needed to get up, to stretch it out, to do something to relieve the pain, but I no longer had any room to move.

"Dad, I need to get out my leg hurts," I said as the pain was quickly worsening. It felt broken.

"Leave me the fuck alone," was all I got as a response from my father.

"Dad please my leg hurts really bad, I need to get out." The car got smaller.

"Shut up, you only care about yourself! I'm trying to sleep," my dad said viciously.

I couldn't take the pain anymore. There were involuntary tears streaming down my cheeks when I grabbed my dad by the shoulders and pushed him out of the car. I scrambled desperately out after him to try and find some relief for my injured leg. It was still throbbing with pain when he started screaming at me.

"You could have dealt with it you selfish bitch!" He shouted in my face as he went to slap me. I caught the first one but it took both of my hands to stop one of his. His free hand came up like lightning and struck its mark. He hit me over and over again. He was seething with rage and hatred. "You're worthless!" Another slap.

And then Prompto, of all people, appeared in the car. He was staring at me, watching as my father struck me. I could feel how pitiful he thought I was.

My leg still throbbed when I woke up. I desperately needed to roll over, I must have pulled something during training. As I was rolling over, I found that I couldn't stop the tsunami of tears that came. It was just a dream. But no matter what I tried to tell myself or how I tried to self sooth, it just made me cry harder. I shouldn't have dreams like that. I'm free. I'm free of him so why?

I couldn't stop crying. I wasn't even sad. Was I? No, not sad. There wasn't a single word in the english language to describe the emotion that was ripping tears from me. It was uncontrollable and inexplicable. It was almost a sense of loss. I missed out on a normal childhood. I was grieving my young, innocent, oblivious self. Crying is such a waste of time. I checked the clock on the bedside table. It read 1:43am. Apparently I have plenty of time to waste.

With fat tears still rolling down my face, I ripped the covers off of me, and tried to leave the hotel room without waking anyone up. Ignis and gladio had the room next door, and Noctis and Prompto were sleeping in the bed next to mine. Noct, I could count on for being a heavy sleeper, but I just had to hope that Prompto hadn't noticed me leaving.

I slipped out of the hotel lobby with my wooden sword in hand, and set off to find a rooftop I could train on. I wasn't nearly stupid or suicidal enough to leave Lestallum in the dead of night.

For the next few hours I swung and slashed at invisible foes until my arms couldn't support the meager weight of my sword anymore. With a huff of annoyance at my body's pathetic limits, I sank down against the door to the stairs, and let the sword clatter onto the cement.