Not my art ⬆️
Triggers
•Self-H@rm
•Derealization
•Abusive Behavior
•Mentioned Alcohol
VERY DESCRIPTIVE SELF-H@RM ON TWO SEPARATE OCCASIONS
This is going to be a long chapter.
Baku's POV
I asked my mother what she meant by 'crazy' when describing this uncle. I had absolutely no idea existed. And she just left me on read.
While I was waiting for a response from her, I got another message from that icy-hot boy.
"Hello Bakugo. How are you doing today?"
Very dry.
"I'm fine."
I'm too lazy to come up with a snappy response.
A few seconds after I texted him, he called me.
I just looked at it and let it ring a few times before I hit decline.
I don't feel like talking right now.
I'm still processing shit.
He calls again. I get kind of annoyed but pick up anyway.
"What do you want?" I say as soon as I put the phone up to my ear.
"I just want you to get used to me calling you." He responded with his monotone voice.
"What type of reason would you call me for." Does he seriously think this is going to be a regular thing? Let's see how long it takes for him to relise what he's getting into and how long it takes for him to leave.
"Well, maybe you could tell me how you feel."
"I already told you not to act like my fucking therapist" This fucker is already starting to annoy me. No way this will last.
"Telling friends about something that bothers you doesn't make them your therapist. I don't expect you to come to me for every little thing and expect help. I just want you to know that I can listen to you if nobody else will, and if you ever need desperately need help that I will be here. That's what friends do." He replies slowly and clearly.
Yea right. If I came to him with my problems, he would just be like everyone else and tell me to deal with it or that it doesn't matter. Which it doesn't. None of my problems actually fucking matter.
"Oh so we're friends now?"
"I would like to be."
We sit in silence for a while.
I get annoyed by the silence so I just go and text my mom asking about the plans for tonight and Tomorrow. She still isn't home yet.
She replies by saying "ull be hpmr tomoroq mornibg." (I'll be home tomorrow morning)
She only fucking texts like that when she gets drink. Yay, another possible DUI. I sigh at that thought.
"Why did you sigh."
Shit. I almost forgot I was on the phone with someone.
Fuck it, I have nothing to really lose.
"Oh nothing important. Just the fact that my mom is fucking drunk again. Like an irresponsible bitch."
I rub my eyes harshly trying to contain my anger.
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