Berühre sie und du stirbst Yn x König

6

I was walking back to my room with König and he wouldn't shut up about going to the clinic to get checked out.

"Fine. Ill go." You say giving up.

"Okay do you know where to go?" He said hoping he could take you there.

"Mhm. But first I wanna shower." He rolled his eyes at that.

"Fine but you have to go to the clinic after that." You gave a quick nod and left to go to your room. Once inside you lifted your shirt to revel a big purple spot spread around your ribs. A silent gasp left your lips at the sight. Of course instinct you touched it. Wincing at contact, it was fine just needed ice. You stepped into the bathroom closing the door and stripping dropping your clothes into a washing basket. Stepping in the cold shower you let out an relaxed sigh. Unlike many people you hated warm water and loved it cold. The colder the better. Lathering your body in soap going carful on your now bruised ribs, you met staring face to face with all your scars. Some from war some from missions but most from your childhood and yourself.

"Eat before I make you." Your father shouted at you. He was trying to make you eat some awful food filled with terrible chemicals to put you to sleep. Crying at the table you sat there, as a 6-year-old.

"I don't want to I'm not hungry." You wailed.

"I don't care. Eat!" He said forcefully grabbing your jaw and stuffing the fork into your mouth practically choking you. You screamed and kicked trying to get away from him till your brother entered the kitchen.

"Let go of her!" he screamed at dad shoving him of me and carrying me upstairs.

"What did he do?" He asked locking the door.

"Forced me to eat the awful food again." You said choking back tears.

"It's okay, it's okay it will all be over one day, and we will get our revenge." He said rubbing your back. Seconds later you heard your father marching up to the room. With your mom following close behind. He banged on the door

"OPEN THIS FUCKIN DOOR BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN." Your brothers eyes widened in horror quickly shoving you into a closet. The second he stepped away from the cupboard the door fell down and your dad burst in holding a knife. You covered your mouth letting out a tiny gasp. "How dare you push me." He says holding your brothers arm up leaving cuts along his arm. He yelped out trying to break away. He was only 10 and already had to fight against his dad. It was all so fucked up. Your mother threw him into a chair before harshly slapping him over and over again till he had a red slap mark. You couldn't take it anymore jumping out of the closet and pulling at your mom's hair making her scream and fall to the ground. Your dad picked you up, but you bit his arm making him drop you to the floor your head hitting the floor you winced reaching up to your head but before you could your dad had picked you up again before slamming you into a wall making you unconscious. You fell limp in his grasp falling out of his arms.

"pathetic" your dad muttered before turning to your brother "Pull that again and I'll kill you. Understood?!" He yells at him making him jump back in fear.

You shudder at the thought of your parents finding you again. You dried yourself off and hopped into bed just trying to get some sleep.

It was time for another training session with ghost and at the look of it you would be breaking out of an integration. "mornin." You say half asleep.

"Your late." He says looking at his phone.

"Slept well thanks for asking. "great already being an asshole.