Forced Manipulation

Chapter Fifty-Nine

(One day and a half later.)

Katsuki yawned as he rose from his bed. The bright sunlight shined through his window, allowing his room to be illuminated with sunlight. Today was a great day. He and Hank got to hang out all day yesterday at the Studio Ghibli museum, where they learned all sorts of things about the company. Hell, they even got to purchase some merchandise from the gift store! The ash-blonde got some figurines of the main characters from several movies, whereas Hank purchased a few DVDs of the popular movies. It was the first time in a long time that the ash-blonde had fun! Hell, he hasn't had any fun since his father passed away. Better yet, he was beginning to trust Hank.

He trusted him to the point where he could think he could tell the truth about what his son did to him.

He let out a loud sigh as he threw on a large, baggy, charcoal gray T-shirt, the soft fabric barely brushing against his scars. He knew that this would be difficult to explain to the former medic. How would someone react to hearing that their son raped someone...? How would he even react to that? Would he be angry? If so, at whom? Would he assume Katsuki was lying, like how his mother did? Would he believe him? What if Jason found out when he returned? Would Hank be able to protect him from his own son? He sighed again as he walked through his bedroom doorway, scratching his side while he yawned.

There was only one way to find out, and that was by telling Hank.

He just hoped he could finally be free from his parent's grasp.

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"Ah, good morning, son!" Hank smiled as he took a sip from his coffee. "How was your sleep?"

"It was good," The ash-blonde huffed slightly as he sat across from Hank. "What about you?"

"Mine was good!" Hank exclaimed as he set his small, electric blue coffee mug onto the table. "Your mother called last night and let us know that she and Jason landed safely. I'm glad that you slept well, though. The breakfast I made for you yesterday is still in the fridge if you want it." He stood up from his seat. "Do you want me to heat it up for you?"

Katsuki nodded.

"Ok, I shall return," The former medic said before walking into the kitchen.

Katsuki let out a loud, shaky sigh as he rested his face in his hands. The knot that he had in his stomach returned once again. Could he actually do this? Or would he chicken out? God, he hated the fact that he couldn't tell Hank. He knew that he was a great guy and that he genuinely cares about him. But at the same time, he didn't know how Hank would react. Or worse, Jason could return at any moment and destroy the ash blonde's chances of escaping. However, his train of thought was quickly derailed as he heard a loud beep come from the kitchen. He knew that it was now or never as he saw Hank re-enter the room, the plate of food practically steaming into the air. He set the plate down in front of him, along with a knife and fork, before heading back to his seat.