Haikyuu - Second Best Choice (Iwaizumi x Female Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Two - Just Like Her

Y/N's POV

It didn't seem unbelievable that the screams were coming from our house. Desperate cries mixed with furious shouts. It had just been a while, and I was beginning to get used to the peace, to the quietness and the calmness in the air.

"We should go through your window," Kentaro says as he tries to ignore what's going on inside.

I think I have a clear idea of who they are talking about. Iwaizumi-Sama.

I don't mention this to Kentaro, the less he knows the better, so I agree and follow him to the side of the house. My window is slightly opened from the bottom- a small crack only big enough for my fingers to squish inside. A cold breeze of air hits my face as I pull it up.

"I'll use my window," He points to his room and sprints that way.

I've always known my brother isn't a saint. After today's events, hell, it shouldn't surprise me if he has a girl kidnapped in his room. However, after all the shit he has given me for escaping, I think he knows how to creep inside the house at six in the morning too good for this to be his first rodeo.

My lip just twitches in disappointment as I shake my head. I sit on the window, one leg on each side. A blow of fresh air in between my legs quickly reminds me of my lack of underwear. Shivers extend from my vagina up my neck, so I make it a quick break in and close the window behind me.

Inside, my room is dark, the black curtains prohibiting the entrance of any light. The echoing of screams makes it feel like I'm trapped inside a haunted house. I try to distract myself by changing into pajamas, but my mind stays focused on what's outside.

"I can smell the cheap cologne, Kaito!"

"I told you!" Dad screams back, "I literally just got back from Tokyo, I don't need your shit!"

"I. AM. NOT. CRAZY." Each word is accompanied by the shattering of a piece of glass. The ringings all have a different vibration and make me flinch. This doesn't surprise me either, I'm used to Mom breaking every glass plate and cup in the house.

"Well you are acting as if you are!"

I doubt Mom would do anything different if he confessed. I'm sure she has proof of his infidelity and they are not just crazy visions.

It's hard for me to hate my mom as profoundly as I wished I did. Because I know the reason she is how she is is because of me. I was the one that ruined her life before she could ruin mine. From a young age, I learned she detested the sight of me, for every word, action, and instance she put between the two reminded me of it.

You have your father's nose, She would say as if it were an insult. Which I guess for her it was. However, she hated my nose yet adored my brother's eyes, both of which were replicas of his.

Be quiet, you are too loud, She always tried to silence my laughs. I didn't understand why she tried to mute me when I was just a child. Maybe it was because I was happy and that made her jealous. Despite living under the same roof, she was always miserval. As I grew up, I became as bitter as she was. That probably made her feel better.

Now that I'm older, I understand what she had to go through. Why the crippling depression and anxiety that ate her alive each day and every night began. It was his fault. The hate he engraved on her like scars was branded on me too by her.

I don't care if she ever apologizes, I forgive her despite everything. Despite knowing so many synonyms for hate because of her.

You were just a child, Mom, that didn't know any better.