Mirrored

Chapter 15 - Kaya and Ryo

New Chapter!!! 🔫🔫🔫

‼️This chapter is written in two POVs - first the Narrator, narrating Kaya's past, then Ryo's POV. There are also flashback in Ryo's POV which are italicised. The POV's are bolded/italicised but please be careful when reading the different POV's so you don't confuse yourself.

⚠️Warning: murder and death are detailed in this chapter. Please take of yourself and read what is most comfortable for you.

Hey guys, another chapter two days in a row. I just really wanted to post this chapter and couldn't keep it so here you go. 🩷🩷🩷

But there is more angst coming our way so you are warned ( hehehe I love angst)

Anyways, enjoy reading.

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"Tell me anything. Tell me nothing. I will listen. Even when you have nothing but silence to offer. I will still listen."

- Lucas W

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Kaya aged 7 years – Narrator's POV

"Do you learn nothing!?" Kaya's father roared, striking his daughter in the face causing her to collapse onto the hard tiled floor. Kaya doesn't get a moment to recollect herself before her father grabs her wrist, gripping it tight, his nails digging into her skin. Like all the times he laid hands on her, this was sure to become another mark similar to the rest. "Do you only know how to be a disappointment!?"

Akio Hashimoto was a frightening man. Anger wasn't required to instil fear, his mere presence does just that. Consequently, he rarely displayed emotions, much less anger. But when provoked, he was horrifying in every sense of the word.

"I'm sorry!" Kaya begs in apology, trying to pull away from her father. From the retaliation he only looks down at her, his eyes red and bulging. His hands pull away from her arm before reaching her neck, slamming her against the nearest wall.

"You will learn to be sorry," he mouths, tightening his hold on her neck, closing her windpipe slowly before abruptly letting go and dragging her down the corridor.

Kaya could only close her mouth, bite the insides of her cheeks, and face the consequences of her father's wrath. There was absolutely nothing that could stop her father now, she knew.

They stop in front of a seemingly normal door she knew and hated. Her father opens it with no patience before shoving her inside with such force that resulted in Kaya pummelling onto the cold wooden floor, pain radiating on her right side.

"You will stay here until you learn your lesson." The door shuts in front of her before she had the chance to apologise once more, the familiar metal clinking sound of the locks being put in place filters through followed by harsh footsteps receding into the background.

She knew anything she did now would be pointless. If she yelled for her father, it would only be met with more beatings, more lessons to be learnt. It left her with more pain, more wounds, and later on more scars. More reminders of how unloving and pathetic her existence was.

The storage room was located in the basement and was cold throughout the year but was especially harsh during the winter. The room had no windows, no lights, no bathroom, no blankets, no water, or food. All that existed was unending darkness, unwelcoming cold, and the promise of ruination. Here she would have to spend two days alone if her father were generous or up to a week with a cup of water delivered to her from the third morning. Nothing else.