Drowning|| Drug Addict Bakugo

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Me and Sero ate in awkward silence, only talking when Sero's mother asked questions. I did my best to hide my eyes so she didn't see that I was high, which was now wearing off. Once we finish we go up to his room and he sighs as he sits on his bed. I stand by the door awkwardly, trying not to express my nerves. "You didn't get in a fight, did you?" He asked with a sad tone. "I did," I lied. "All the signs point me to it being your mother," he says sadly. My body tensed and I clench the hem of my shirt. "What makes you say that?!" I growled out. "The call. I heard her say you were going to 'get it when you got home' and then the next day you're covered in bruises? Plus I've been around you most the day yesterday and today. When could you have gotten in a fight?" He asks. "It's not my mom. I'm fine," I mutter out. "Tell me the truth," he says with a light tone of frustration. "Fucking drop it!" I yell. He glared at me. "I'm fucking worried about you! With how you flinch every time you hear a loud noise, every time someone touches you, the times you come to school limping, the look in your fucking eyes say it all! I need you to tell me! Are you being abused at home?" He asked. I freeze, I stare at him with wide eyes. "N-no!" I silently curse myself for stuttering. "Really?" He asks with a face of skepticism. "JUST DROP IT!" I yell.

I start to gather my things and head to the door before he grabs my arm. I try to shake him off but his grip tightens. "Take off your shirt and prove it then. And that make up on your face too, while we're at it!" He yells. "What the hell? I don't wear make up!" I shout. "Really?" He wipes my face with his arm and shows me the smeared foundation. I look at him with a lump in my throat, my eyes burning with tears that want to be released. "Please just tell me the fucking truth. We're friends. You can trust me," he says as his voice cracks. "Leave me alone," I mutter, refusing to tell the truth. I try to wiggle out again but he doesn't let go. We stare at each other with glares in our eyes before I feel a tear finally break loose. I angrily wipe it away and he sighs. "Please, bakugo," he says, tears welling up in his eyes. I set my things down in defeat and sigh. "Fine. Yes, it was my mother. But you tell anyone and I'll fucking kill you. I'm fine," I growl out. "How is this fine?!" He yells. "How bad is it?" He asks. I shrug. "HOW BAD IS IT?!" He yells this time. I flinch and he mutters and apology. "Show me," he says. I hesitate so he grabs my shirt and starts lifting it up slowly.

I am frozen in panic and don't stop him so he continues. When he sees the full extent of my chest and stomach he gasps. "And your back?" He croaks out. I shook my head no and he forcefully turns me around. He lets out a gasp and a light sob. "Bakugo.." he whispers. Tears are flowing down my cheeks as he examines the damage to my body. "How long has this been going on?" He sobs out. "Since I was little. But it's fine, it's my fault," I say. He turns me around and grips my shoulders as he stares into my tearful eyes. "This is in no way your fault! You're an amazing person. You may have anger issues and snap at people but I'm sure that this is the cause of it! You have nearly perfect grades, an amazing quirk, and strong determination! This is not your fucking fault!" He yells at me.

I draw in a shaky breath and he pulls me into a careful hug, making sure not to hurt me. I feel all my walls shatter and I let myself sob into his shirt. "Please let me tell someone," he whispers. I shook my head no and sobbed uncontrollably. "She's all I have," I cry out. "This isn't okay! You need a safe home," he says. I continue to cry, my throat aching and my chest heaving. "I- Im fucking f-fine!" I yell. "No you're not," he says. I feel my knees tremble and collapse from beneath me. We both fall to the floor and he holds me tight, rubbing the back of my head in reassurance. "I need to tell someone. I can't let you go through this. What kind of hero would I be?" He whispers out. I don't respond, only let myself cry.

After a while, my body screams out in exhaustion and I stop crying, simply just sniffling and heaving breaths. "Who are you going to tell?" I croak out. He sighs and pulls away gently. "Well, first imma talk to my mom. See what she suggest to do about the situation. Could you spend the night here while we figure it out?" He asks. I shook my head no. "My mom would kill me!" I yell out. "But if we tell someone, it won't be a problem. Let's go to my mom right now, tell her, get the police involved and see what they want us to do. Okay?" He says. "Please don't..no. She's all I have.." I say as tears start forming once again. "We can fix this, bakugo. Please?" He asks. "F-fine.." I whisper out as my chest lets out a sob. He nods and calls his mother out loudly. I hear stomping up the stairs which causes my body to tense but he reminds me that I'm safe which lets me relax.

"Oh my- what is going on?" His mother asks as she sees me crying on the floor, shirtless so she sees my back. "We need to talk," Sero says calmly. She nods and shuts the door and squats next to us. Sero explains the situation which results in her crying and hugging me. I tense and don't hug back, uncomfortable at the motherly love. She immediately pulls out her phone and calls the police and explains the situation to them, causing me to sob in Sero's arms. "S-she's gonna kill me! I shouldn't have told anyone!" I yell out. He shushes me and does whatever he can to calm me down. Shortly, police came in and asked me questions, examined my body, and took me, Sero, and his mother to the station.

"We have an arrest warrant for your mother and your house. Do you know if she's home?" The officer asks. I shook my head no lightly and he sighs. "Do you have her number?" He asks. I nod and hand him my old flip phone. He goes through it and gets her number and calls it from my phone.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT BRAT?!" -mom

"Hello, this is Sheriff Koi from the police station. We have a few questions for you, could you please come to the station?" -the officer

"What did that bastard do now?!"

"Just come to the station. If you don't, we have a warrant to search and arrest you on sight."

"Whatever, I'm on my way.."

I feel my chest heave in panic, realization setting in that she is gonna be furious with me. The officers try to reassure me that it is okay but I can't calm down. I'm an emotional wreck, all because Sero walked in to the bathroom and saw my chest. I should have lied better. I should have hid it better. I should have put my shirt on instead of stand there like an idiot.

My mother came into the station and was arrested immediately. She screams and drunkenly tries to fight them and gets put into an interrogation room. Me, Sero and his mom are all in the waiting room of the station, him trying to relax my panic. It felt like hours until an officer comes out and with a sigh. "We've involved CPS. We're going to take care of this. Do you have a safe place to stay until we can get this worked out?" He asked. "He can stay with us!" Sero's mother says quickly. I look at them with worried looks and Sero gives me a reassuring nod. "Firstly, can we take a picture of your body for evidence? Then we can send you home. I'm sure you're tired and it's late," the officer asks kindly. I nod and he takes me to a private room. I strip and he takes pictures of my body. I felt exposed and scared, knowing others are able to see this. My weak state. I feel pitiful stares from the officers as I walk out and throw my shirt on. We were released from the station after Sero's mother signed many forms. I could see her trembling hands and guilt lang my chest.

This is all your fault.

You deserve the abuse.

You deserve to be in pain.

Since you took away the person giving you pain, you have to do it yourself.

This is your fault. All your fault.

You hurt Sero.

You hurt his mom.

You hurt everyone around you all because you suck at lying.

This is all your fucking fault.

My mind ran a mile a minute until one realization hit. "I need to get things from my house!" I say loudly in the car. "Of course, we'll go there. Where is it?" I tell her where it is and she tells the officer that was ordered to take us home. We pull up to my old house and I quickly get out. "Let me come with you and help," Sero says. I cringe at the idea of him coming into my trashed house, but agree otherwise. As soon as I open the door, we're hit with a wave of the stench of alcohol. "I see why you don't like drinking," he mutters. I nod and we go to my room. I grab a few clothes and my school stuff. He looks at my room and I could see the sadness on his face. "You could have told me sooner," he whispers. "It's fine," I mutter. I go to my mattress and grab the bags of cocaine and he sighs. "Is that why you wanted to come here? For when they search the house they wouldn't find that?" He asked. I nodded and shoved them deep into my bag. He nods and we both leave the house. I look back once more, letting the memories fill my mind as I close the front door for the last time.