Karma x Reader || Appearances

|67| The Final Confrontation

(Akiro's POV)

"They're keeping me on house arrest," (Y/N) finally confessed.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered, my eyebrows knitting together at the thought.

"I just-"

"Why didn't you tell me (Y/N)?" My voice was harsher this time.

First they confiscated her phone and now this? Just why would she keep it away from me? Why didn't she tell me our parents were isolating her from the world?

"I didn't want to worry you..."

I frowned, not liking her words. Ever since that night, I promised myself I would be the one to look out for her so why was it always the other way round?

"I'm sorry Akiro, I promise I'll explain everything later." (Y/N) hastily bid goodbye.

"What? (Y/N) what are you talking about? Does this have something to do with that teach-"

She hung up. I frowned. What was she planning? I stared at the black screen in silence. She wouldn't-... she wouldn't go to her school, right? Of course she would.

I sighed, and tiredly rubbed my face with my hand. Quickly putting on the first thing I found, I grabbed my keys and left the apartment.

I drove in silence, my eyes glued to the road as I tried to push those thoughts away. I still couldn't believe I was going back to that place, back to that house that had haunted me for so long. That place I used to call home despite all the bad memories that would greet me whenever I walked through the door.

My teeth clenched. The only thing I wanted to do right now was turn around. But I continued driving. I had to get there and somehow manipulate my father into lifting (Y/N)'s house arrest.

The moment I dreaded finally came and I soon reached the neighborhood. I parked the car, but even after I turned off the engine, my body refused to move. I was frozen in place, my heart pumping faster and faster as those memories came back to me.

I began breathing heavily. Was I really going to go inside that house? I forced myself to shake my head. Yes. Yes. I had to go back. I had to do this for (Y/N).

I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the headrest,.gathering all the strength I could muster before facing my father. After unbuckling my seatbelt and taking various deep breaths, I finally stepped outside.

My pace was rather slow, my feet heavier than usual as I slowly made my way through that neighborhood I had grown up in. I even walked by that park my mother used to take (Y/N) when she was little and passed the small ice cream shop my father sometimes took me to after I received my grades. My brow furrowed a little bit. The scene was just like that night I came to apologize to (Y/N), only to end up lashing out at her again...

I quickly shook my head at the memories. Now was not the time to sulk and curse at myself. Right now, what was most important was helping my sister. We were a team, and it was time I finally assumed my responsibility as her older brother.

It didn't take me long before I arrived at that familiar garden of flowers. The time had come. I had to walk through that door. I stared right at it but remained in my place far longer than I would have liked to admit.

With my hands shaking violently, I finally approached the house and slowly took out the keys. But just as I was about to turn the knob, that familiar sound I had grown up with reached my ears.

Yelling.

My brow furrowed as I pressed my head against the wood and pricked my ear.

"I won't have you rebelling because of those nonsensical fantasies you created in your head," I heard my mother yell. "I won't tolerate such stupid fairytales in my house and I won't have you throwing away everything I've worked for!"