blueberry muffins (todoroki x reader)

ch 5

** chapter will contain mentions of abuse **

"okay sweetie, you can open your eyes"

you gasped as you looked at the box in your tiny hands. you saw beautiful (fav color) earrings and a matching necklace inside of a black box.

"thank you! thank you! thank you!" you squealed as you ran into your mother's arms. she caught you and hugged you back. you could smell her expensive perfume and you tightly gripped her blouse in your hands.

"happy birthday, baby. i love you so much" your mother whispered.

later that night, you heard your parents talking in the living room as you lay in bed.

"how much was the necklace? i told you we needed to save" your father snapped.

"it's fine, mark. and did you see her face? she was ecstatic" your mother responded. you could tell she was smiling as she was talking.

"you're so fucking stupid. why can't you ever just do what you're told? she would've had the same reaction to a fucking stuffed animal!"

"there's no need to raise your voice" your mother whisper-shouted.

"what did you fucking say?! don't fucking talk to me like that!"

you put your pillow over your head as you heard clamoring and glass breaking.

~ three weeks later ~

you stood in front of your mother's open casket. she looked so peaceful. like she was sleeping.

the makeup made it look like your mother was simply taking a nap, that she would wake up in just a few seconds and your life would go back to normal.

quiet tears slipped down your face as you held onto the necklace your mother gifted you just three weeks earlier.

your hands made their way to the back of your neck, where you unclasped the necklace and held it in your palm.

you placed the necklace gently on your mother's neck. you did not clasp the necklace around her neck, but you placed it so that it looked like she was wearing it.

"now you have a piece of me, and i have a piece of you" you softly spoke as you reached up and grabbed your right earring with your hand.

~ present ~

you watched as your father's fist connected to your cheek. you fell down to the floor, your hand in a fist to keep your earrings safe.

"did you just use your fucking quirk?! you know the rules y/n l/n!" your father shouted while you crawled away. you turned the corner around the kitchen table and placed your earrings next to the leg of the table so you could grab them later.

you felt your father grip a chunk of your hair and pull you backwards. your hands shot up to his fingers that laced through your hair so you could loosen his grip.

your father threw you into the living room and he sauntered behind you, slowly.

since there were bottles littered across the floor, some were in your father's path, so he picked them up and threw them against the wall and the ground, causing loud crashes and glass to shatter all over the ground.

you were now sitting on the ground, leaning against your forearms. you looked up to see your father's body hovering over you.

before you could think of something to say, you felt your father's hand wrap around your neck and lift you off the ground. choking, you scratched at your father's arm.

"st... stop" you breathlessly coughed out

"i need to teach you, or you'll never learn" your father growled while looking into your eyes.

you began to lose consciousness as you heard the doorbell ring and a few knocks. your father let go of you and you dropped to the ground holding your throat and coughing.

you didn't know which hurt worse: the air suddenly filling your body again, or the glass shards cutting at your arms and legs.

you coughed as you crawled out of the glass and laid down in a soft spot on the floor.

"go to your room. it's the cops" your father stated. there was no concern in his voice or fear on his face.

every time your father got a little too rough, the cops would be called due to a noise complaint and your father would talk himself out of any trouble. the cops never had any suspicion to enter the house since, one, your father was a sweet talker who could manipulate the shit out of anyone, and two, they pitied him for his wife's passing.

your mother was a kind soul who was loved by all, including the town. the cops had a feeling that your father was a little physical with you, but they did not want to make a big deal about it since they didn't want to make yours or your fathers life any harder than it already is.

you stood up and leaned against the wall as you walked towards your bedroom. luckily it was inly a one story house, so you just limped to the last door at the end of the hallway. you entered your room and could hear laughing coming from the living room as you closed the door behind you.

collapsing onto the ground, you silently cried until you fell asleep.

to be continued