Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

book 2 chp: 25

a/n: last chapter of the memories, only one memory in this chapter.

⚠️note:
italics=memory
italics/underline=m/n's thoughts in the memory
bold=m/n's actual thoughts⚠️

⚠️TW: mentions of abuse, starvation, fear, blood, panic attack, almost losing body limbs, suicide, mentions of rape⚠️ there will be no age because it's a course over most of his life. when it comes to the mentions of rape i will put the ⚠️ to let you know when it starts so you guys can skip it.

(M/N) just blinked, looking at the female in front of him. She had her legs crossed and she held a notebook. (M/N) leaned back on the couch he was sitting on, looking around the gloomy room. He was beginning to understand why he was dragged here by Alizer.

"So (M/N)-"

"Let me stop you right there, I won't be sharing anything." (M/N) said.

"Mr. Akumo, this will help heal and move on. To get yourself better, everything that happens in this room will stay between us. All confidential."

Oh right, the failed therapy session.

"Yeah, so as my so-called father Alizer Akumo wants, I just won't be sharing. I mean after all, he hired you to keep an eye on me right? To get me to open up so he can know what I'm thinking, what I've done and what I want to do in order to keep tabs on me and take control." (M/N) gave a mocking face, his nose scrunching, "So I'll just spill everything."

She waited patiently, then she sighed. "(M/N) I can't help if you won't tell me."

"Yeah I don't need you're help. I'm perfectly fine with who I am and I've accepted it." The 17 year old leaned on his knees, "So instead of worrying about my problems, let's focus on yours."

"Mine?"

"Yours." (M/N) nodded. "How's your husband? Still trying to open your marriage so he can cheat with no guilt? He doesn't like dealing with the depressive episodes you have as a therapist huh? Is he getting tired of you, but too afraid to leave as he wants to keep that dying love lit? All because of Alizer huh? You work for him and he's making you miserable just as he does for everyone."

She was quiet, her eyes changed and she looked like a wave of grief hit her. She took her glasses off and began to cry. (M/N) plucked the notebook out of her hand and crossed his legs.

"That's it, tell me so I can help."

And she did, she spilled everything she's had to keep burdened to herself because of Alizer. He wrote stuff down, but not what she was talking about. He was giving her tips for her marriage and a way to quit working for Alizer while still being safe. Once she stopped she apologized, but (M/N) said nothing. He just handed her the notes, nodded his head and left. When she looked over them, she cried again, but with relief.

(M/N) put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, he had a place to be. His phone vibrated, he pulled it out and looked at it. It was Jay, he ignored it and went to a church. He stood in front of it, finishing his cigarette before putting it out and throwing it away.

He took a deep breath and he slowly opened the door and walked in. There was one man in there, an old man who looked to be in his late 70's early 80's. He slowly turned his head to the door opening, and when seeing (M/N) he got up. He slowly walked towards the teenager.

"You made it, (M/N)." He said once standing in front of (M/N).

"I told you I would every year." He said. "It's the least I could do."