art and football | nagi s. X reader

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i stared at the door in silence, with my heart loudly thumping in my chest. my palms quickly grew sweaty from anxiety, and i could feel a headache approaching. the sound coming from the grasshoppers in the bushes filled my brain and the moon shone down on me, allowing me a little light and company in the otherwise dark apartment complex. i gripped my school bag tightly, and with a long inhale, opened the front door and stepped inside my home. it was silent, unnaturally so, as i slowly and carefully removed my shoes before setting them down along with the other shoes belonging to my parents.

i hadn't meant to, but i returned home way later than i expected. it was due to the fact that i was cooking for the boys, and then i lost track of time as we interacted and had fun together. i didn't realize how late it had became until i received a phone call from my dad. my heart immediately dropped to my stomach, and apparently my fear was quite obvious, because reo and nagi quickly grew silent at the sight of my expression. i bit my lip anxiously and gave my dad a couple quick excuses along with the promise of returning home soon. reo, most likely sensing what was to come if i returned home, offered to drive me, but i declined. 1, i didn't want to involve him in my family situations and 2, i didn't want to bother him. it's kind of hypocritical though,  because he technically is already involved, or at least aware, of my family situation.

when i looked up, i felt my lips tugging downwards, and a cold sweat washing over my body. my father stood tall in front of me, before moving to drag me into the hallway by my arm and the living room, where my mother sat on the couch. his hold on me was tight and painful and i had to fight the urge to cry out in pain. i dropped my bag in the process as he dragged me.

"where have you been?" he asked, pushing me in front of him. i staggered forward, before turning to him.

"i was studying for the upcoming test in the library." i lied, digging my nails into my palms. i couldn't bring myself to look up to meet his eye. his voice was gentle, but i knew that even if he sounded gentle, he was seething with rage inside.

he always did this. he rarely screamed, and when he was really angry he was more quiet. he would beat me and abuse me with a calm and gentle face and tone. he rarely raised his voice, but he always raised his hands. it scared me a lot more than when he screamed, because i couldn't read him and understand what his next action would be. i couldn't understand what he wanted from me and if this would end up with me in my room or on the ground, bruised up. i couldn't predict what the best course of action would be to avoid as much damage as possible.  all i could do was stand there and take it.

"don't give me those pathetic excuses. you have a curfew you're not allowed to pass. you're a woman, the night is dangerous for you." he said, now gripping me by the shoulder tightly. he shook me back and forth a couple times, and dug his fingers into my skin. it hurt, but i could still return the eyecontact, instead i settled on staring at my socks. they were pink and littered with different kittens. for a second, that was enough to distract me, until he hit me with a hard object. 

i let out a cry from pain, before realizing that he hit me with a ruler. those thick ones he used for his work in engineering. they hurt a lot more than normal rulers and were a lot harder. i felt my arm stinging and burning from pain before finally looking up at him. tears were forming in my eyes as i gulped, feeling a thick lump forming in my throat.

"how many times do i need to tell you this? do you take pleasure in disrespecting me? you don't understand how worried your mother and i have been." he said, hitting me again. this time, i reacted quickly and shielded myself with my hands, though they ended up being hit instead and the damage was still there, if not worse due to his increase in strength. "you had not thought of the consequences of your actions, have you?"