My Demons

Chapter 34: On My Own

There's a little bit more about the past at the beginning of this, but after the break it's back to the present with Misaki! This is my absolute favorite chapter, even though it's a big shorter than usual. This was just the absolute best place to end it. Both characters are OOC because of everything that has happened, but I do hope you all enjoy it. Very emotional.

Don't worry, this story isn't quite over yet! I've got a few more things planned. :) Thanks for sticking with it all so far.

Chapter 34: On My Own

No one came after me to put me in jail or beat me up for revenge, not even after the funeral. I assumed that he didn't tell anyone about what I did. He took that secret to his watery grave. I assumed I would take it to mine as well, but my brother and Isaka-san had other plans.

They cornered me and emotionally tortured me until I laid all the cards out on the table. Rather than being a dick about it, Isaka-san comforted me and tried to tell me that things would be fine. I was so scared that someone would know and come after me, but he promised that he'd work with my father to make sure I was safe.

No one else could ever know what had happened. Not even anyone I became close to. They would certainly run away from me if they knew.

As much as I hated that my father knew what I had done, it was better that way. He could protect me since he was so rich and had a lot of authority. He never once talked to me about it like he should have. Not that he should have severely punished me, but he should have talked to me about healthy relationships. He never even brought up the fact that it was another male.

My pain gave my writing a huge boost. I spent constant long hours locked inside the utility closet writing the most depressing stories I could think of. The flow of ideas never stopped and I even wrote on the desks at school. That's when I met Takahiro. He made me a tad bit happier, but I knew deep down that I couldn't let myself get too close to him. I was a monster, a demon. We became such good friends and I was thankful I could be close to someone that I had feelings for. If things went well between us, then I would deal with it. After all, I could change, right?

Even though I was glad that Isaka-san had comforted me after everything happened, he was still a thorn in my side. He was working at Marukawa Publishing and he acted all high and mighty about it. He knew that I wrote and constantly wanted to read my work, but I always refused.

However, he found one of my stories while I was at school one day. It was one of the rather depression ones that I wrote after Ryuto killed himself. I came home to find him holding the notebook in his hand. I was furious at first, but he was so serious when he told me that I needed to submit the story to publish it. The idea floated around in my head for a few weeks until I finally decided to listen to him. I sent the story into Marukawa and it was published shortly after.

When I became famous for that story, my father's power became even more crucial for me. He was able to hide any evidence of what happened. Of course, all the evidence was just speculation, such as that I was friends with a boy that had committed suicide for an unknown reason. Still, the media would have a field day with that one.

He tried countless time to get me to work for him at the Usami Group, but I refused. Writing was my true calling. That made him quite angry since he was helping me out so much by keeping me safe. Eventually, I got sick of him trying to choose my destiny for me, so I moved out.

I had tried to cut off all contact with my father and my brother, but they were very persistent. Haruhiko was especially angry with me for leaving. Apparently our father had given him a lot of responsibility at the company. Among those responsibilities was hiding the evidence of Ryuto and I, which really irked him big time that he had to clean up my mess that I left behind.