chapter two

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TW: physical abuse/assault

You sigh before opening the front door of your apartment

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You sigh before opening the front door of your apartment. There, you see your stepfather, chugging a beer while watching television. Fuck! he's awake. You thought as you shut your eyes tightly.

Mustering your courage, you ignored him and walked a little faster towards your room, but quickly halted when you heard his drunk voice.

"It's 5:00 in the morning. You're out all night."

"Yeah. Seems like it." You said in a subtle sarcastic tone without looking back. You then tried to take a step forward but flinched when you heard him throw the beer bottle to the floor.

"You are not disrespecting me in my house!"

"Me and my mother are the ones paying the rent. You're just a freeloader. This is not your house, it's ours." You retort, huffing in anger.

Shortly after, you heard footsteps approaching. Your instinct took over and you quickly move, but before you could run, he got your arm and pulled you to face him. He then held your jaws tightly, lifting them that inflicted pain in your neck.

"Ouch! Let me go! Let me go, you asshole!"

"You sure have guts to talk highly, eh? but look at you... You can't even fight back." He scoffed. "In this house, I am the rule! You and your slut of a mother will follow my words!"

"Let go! Fuck you! Fuck you!" You throw punches but quickly stop when he slaps your face hard.

"Your horns need to be cut off before you become the devil," he said in a firm tone, lifting the corner of his lips. He grabbed your neck and pushed you toward your room. You tried kicking him with force as you are starting to get out of breath. His grip was too tight that your airways were getting narrow and narrow.

One of your kicks landed on his balls but not that hard. "Ouch! You bitch! Stop moving!" He throws you to the floor, and you gasp for air, coughing a couple of times while holding your neck. He bends over and grasps Kazutora's jacket, pulling you up. Before you could even react, You felt an agonizing pain on your face. His blow was so hard, you heard a high pitch tone in your ears, and your surroundings began to swirl.

"Stop it!" You heard a faint voice. You tried to concentrate so you won't pass out, and you saw your mother, shielding you. "I said stop it! Stop it, please!" She repeated. You flinched when you saw her fall to the floor. His fist also landed on your mother's face.

"Ha! Like mother, like daughter!" He said then spit at you. Your chest pumped up and down rapidly as your hand formed a fist. When you felt that you could stand, you moved, but quickly paused when your mother suddenly spoke, looking at you.

"Leave." Your eyes widened from what she said as your hands began to shake. Anger builds when you see her face is full of blood.

"What?"

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