ʏᴀɴɴɪ | ᴏ.ꜱʜᴏᴛᴀʀᴏ

Intro: 2

You flipped the light switch back on to your dressing room, snatching your backpack off your chair and stuffing your microphone and notebook inside before pulling your phone out to call Daiya.

Usually, she'd park around the back of the club and wait for you to come out so you can just hop in her car and drive off to wherever the two of you were staying, but you stepped outside, and her car was nowhere in sight.

So, you called her again - her phone went straight to voicemail.

You debated on shouting her name out on the sidewalk, hoping that she was somewhere nearby and had parked in a different place than usual.

"Dee!" Your voice echoed into the street. "Daiya!"

A few faint voices coming from behind you made your ears twitch, and it wouldn't be long until you heard the voices audibly enough to where you could make out what was being said.

"There's no way in absolute hell that I'm getting in your fucking car, you sick freak!"

"I'm sorry, that's something you don't get to have a say in. Remember, I own you, Daiya; if I want you to go out and hit the streets again, that's exactly what the fuck you're gonna do. You're in no position to say no to me."

"And what're you gonna do? Huh, Mark?! What're you gonna do right now if I walk away from you?!"

"Daiya, don't push me - my hands hurt enough as is..."

"I. Don't. Give a shit! I ain't your fucking daughter, man- fuck you!"

You heard a bit of scuffling, then a semi-loud collision, followed by a thud. You could feel your body paralyze with fear, panic, and anxiety - your heart began to race, and your stomach grew queasy.

"Not again..."

Then a yelp, silence, and what sounded like a choked gasp before you saw Daiya stumbling out of an alley, clinging to a wall for support.

"Dee?" You ran towards her, only to freeze just underneath a streetlamp.

Daiya's face was nearly coated in bruises, and there were scratch marks going across her neck, her cheek, lips, and arms. Her shirt was ripped open along with the side of her pants, she had an array of cuts across her chest, and she also had a shadowy object jutting out of her abdomen.

You looked even closer and saw a crimson-colored substance painting her stomach.

"D-Dee...!"

Daiya began to lose her balance, but you caught her before she could slip to the ground, your arms trembling.

"I'm about to call somebody..." You scrambled to dig for your phone in your pocket but felt Daiya's hand clasp around your wrist.

Through your slowly blurring vision, you saw her shake her head.

"Wh-Why're you sayin' no?! You just got stabbed, Dee; you need help!"

"That motherfucker always finds a way outta this bullshit..."

Her words forced you to freeze once more, and you felt the blood drain from your face.

"I...thought you got outta all that..."

"I did," She managed to chuckle. "He never let it go, though. All his girls dipped off so he ran back to me knowing I left like two years ago."