You're the one.. Alucard x Reader

Chapter 6: His Father..

! Disclaimer ! There will be quite some angst along with SH and a mental breakdown, and some abuse with blood as well. A lot of it. Anyways, onto the chapter.

Alucard's POV
I finally got home when my dad was looking straight at the door, then to me. "What took so long, brat?" My father asked. "Father, my friends were walking home with me-" "Shut up, you disgrace!" Suddenly, he slapped me. "If you hadn't been born, It would've made my life so much easier!" He continued. "The only reason they consider themselves as your "friends" are because they pity you! You're just a failed abortion." He lifted me up by the collar of my shirt, and threw me against the wall, which resulted in me coughing up blood. "Y'know, if mom didn't leave," I coughed. "You wouldn't be being an absolute dick." He seemed surprised about my response. "You little shit!" He started hitting me. Once he finished, I received a black eye and a scar on my face from his alcohol bottle. "Go to your room, you little brat! No dinner for you tonight!" I stood up, and started up the stairs without hesitation. "Good, you're a bad cook anyway."

I slammed the door to my room and sat up against it. I looked up at my desk, and grabbed something off of it. "Oh, how I've missed doing this.." I flipped the blade from the pocket knife up, and held it up to my shoulder, slowly pressing down as the blood drips from shoulder to wrist. It hurt, but the pain was enjoyable. I felt tears stinging into my eyes, before letting them fall. I lifted the blade and started on the wrist. I started shaking violently, before moving on to the neck, and started lightly slicing it, feeling the blood drip down to my shirt. After a while of harming myself, I flipped the blade back down and set the pocket knife beside me, before curling up and shaking horrendously. I couldn't speak. The tears stung my eyes badly, and the pain was now unbearable. The cries and sobs were the only noise filling the room. I stood up and looked through one of my drawers, tears still rolling down my face, before grabbing a lighter and lighting it. I hovered it below my arm and felt the burning sensation tingle through it. Once I finished, I blew out the tiny, but painful flame and put it back in the drawer. I picked up my pocket knife and sat on my bed.

It wasn't long before my dad yelled to me. "Alucard! Your ninja friend is here!" "Tell him to visit me in my room!" I shouted back, quickly walking over to my desk and hiding my blade in a drawer. Before closing the drawer, I grabbed a couple bandages and started wrapping my arm with it. I put the bandages back and closed my drawer, before walking back to my bed and kneeling beside it, grabbing a med kit from underneath the bed. I opened it and grabbed some rubbing alcohol and spread it over my bloody neck. It stung; Of course it would. I put the rubbing alcohol back into the kit and pushed it back, walking to my closet and grabbing a hoodie to attempt to hide my neck scars from Hanzou. I looked through my closet and found an eyepatch that Cyclops gave me, -- Just what I needed. -- and I put it on my left eye, where my black eye is, and it covered most of my scar. Suddenly, I heard knocking. "Al?" I heard the sweet-like tone of Hanzou on the other side of my door. "Come in, bud." I replied. Right when I closed my closet door, my other door opened to reveal Hanzou without his ninja suit and without his mask. "This is the second time I've seen you without the mask. But the last time, it was for a split second!" Hanzou shrugged. "I just like to wear it."

We hung out for a while, until he decides to ask: "Hey.. What's up with the eyepatch?" Oh, Uhm.." Hanzou waited for my reply. He was always that patient friend. I hesitated, but showed the damage my father had done. Hanzou didn't look too shocked. "Now, I know the douche downstairs abuses you, but.. don't tell me you cut.." I lifted my bandaged arm and rolled it up, some blood dripping from my shoulder. I allowed him to unwrap my arm, and his expression changed from concerned to worried as hell. "Where's your blade?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of the wounds on my arm. "That's.. not important." I mutter as he takes some bandages he has from his hoodie pocket and he starts rewrapping my scars. "Neck too, I'm assuming?" I nodded. He looks at my bloody neck, and he just sighs, going back to my arm. "Just, promise me you won't cut again." "I can't keep that promise, but I'll try."

Once he finishes bandaging my arm, he makes his way home. "What the fuck did you tell him, you disgrace?" I sighed. "He knew ever since last month, you dumbass." "EXCUSE ME, I AM YOUR FATHER!" "WELL YOU'RE NOT A GOOD ONE! YOU'RE A DISAPPOINTMENT! I'M NOT YOUR SON ANYMORE!" I ran back up to my room after my sudden outburst, and once again, I slammed the door. After a few minutes, he knocks. "The hell do you want?" Coldly, I opened the door to catch a glimpse of my father. "Alucard, I'm.. sorry." He muttered. "Apology unaccepted. You've crossed the line." I shut the door again and sat on my bed. I hated that he always tried manipulating me and my whole life. If my mom were here, she'd call the police. I can't call them, otherwise he'd beat me until I died. Literally. I adjusted my posture onto my back and I took off my glasses. I covered my eyes with my arm and started to cry. I'm not the type to cry, but this pushed me to another level. I can never forgive and forget everything he's done. From experimenting to abusing me. I'm sick of it!

I take my phone and shoot Cassandra a text..

Quiet Kid #1 🥇🔫

Ay, Cassandra? Could you gather Cyclops and Hanzou to your place? I need to admit something to all of you..

Sure, I suppose.. what's up? 🤔

I'll explain when I get to your place, alright?

Alright bestiee ✨

I stood up and walked over to my door, opening it to look downstairs and see my dad in the living room. I snuck downstairs and to the back door, making sure he doesn't hear me. Once I shut the door, I sprinted to Cassandra's house.. She'll help me call the cops without me getting killed...

I just wanna say, that if you're being abused and/or threatened, I really do hope it gets better for you. Never give up on your life, alright? There's others that could be going through what you're going through as well, and there's many that love you as well. That includes me, alright? Well, if it is, then I pray for the best. Try your best to have the time of your life. Even if you can't get out of what you're going through, I'd say to try and reach out as soon as possible, okay?

If you're not going through this and you know someone that this is happening to, please try to get help for them. But anyways, keep that in mind and try to have a good day/afternoon/evening/night, okay?