This feeling~ Muitan Long shots

Secret

Thanks for the 404 reads! BIG shoutout to @Blahaj-enjoyer2010 for the story idea! I appreciate it!

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No one's POV

"Alright, I'm off!" Nezuko yelled from downstairs.

"Hurry, you don't want to be late!" Their Mom shouted back. But she wasn't concerned about if Nezuko got to her friend's house on time or not...

As soon as Nezuko was out the door, their Mom walked up the stairs to Tanjiro's room.

Tanjiro POV

I was just hanging out in my room scrolling through my phone, I stopped when I heard stomping up the stairs... 'That's never a good sign...'

I put my phone up, and wait for what's to come. Suddenly my Mom came into the room without knocking.

"Hey... Mom."

"Ugh- Clean this room! It looks and smells horrible!" 

"But there's not even-"

Suddenly my Father walked in, "Listen to you're Mother... or else."

My spine shivered in fear when he said that, I knew EXACTLY what he meant. As if my bruises weren't sore enough, but they beat me very rarely. I had but 1-2 bad bruises on my body... but this time felt different.

"A-Alright..." I replied but, my Father didn't look too pleased. "You say yes sir!" He started, yelling at me, "That's so disrespectful," I looked up. "Dad I'm sorry-" "As a punishment, you're cleaning the WHOLE house. And if you're siblings ask about it, tell them 'iTs My ChOiCe.' You understand that young man?!" He interrupted me, shouting at me. "Y-Yes sir..."

Both my parents walk out of my room, they've been making me do extra unnecessary stuff most of my life now... they always forced me to keep all the bruises and truths and lies away from my siblings. No matter how hurt I was.

I got up and started cleaning up what I could since my room was mostly clean already. After I was done, I headed downstairs, got supplies for the kitchen, and started to clean. 

"Finished with you're room already?" My Mom walked in, asking coldly. 

"I- Yes ma'am." I continued trying to scrub the floor to distract myself.

She walked away, "THIS ISN'T CLEAN!" She shouted, I froze... 'What's going to happen...'

She walks back down the stairs with my phone in her hand, she calls over my Father.

"Tanjiro didn't clean his room!" He turned at me with a glare, that let me know I was done for. "Go hide his phone... he doesn't deserve the luxury of electronics, he never did anyway." My Mother nods and walks off.

Unfortunately, I left it in my father's hands to deal with me, He'd only beaten me once, which is what caused the first two bruises on my body, due to his rougher hitting than my Mothers's. Who was the most accustomed to beating me?

I didn't want to look up, afraid of what he might do. "Look at me boy!" Father shouted at me, I slowly looked up at him, he was already approaching me. 

Since I was on the floor, he had the advantage. He grabbed me by the chin, pulled me up, and slapped me hard on my face. Leaving a red mark. I grunted in pain. I held my cheek.

He grabbed me by the collar, threw me in a room, and started beating me for the next hour, by the time he was done, I only had three separate bruises. One on my chest, one on my lower back, and the last one on my shen.