Chapter 5: Killua's Bruises

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// Present //

Killua Jordan is in his small apartment, surrounded by the memories of a life he desperately wanted to escape

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Killua Jordan is in his small apartment, surrounded by the memories of a life he desperately wanted to escape. He worked multiple part-time jobs just to make ends meet-mornings as a waiter, afternoons as a delivery rider, and nights at a convenience store. Despite his best efforts, the shadows of his past always loomed over him.

"Out na ako boss, thankyou po" he said to his boss, tightening the laces on his worn-out shoes. His reflection in the cracked mirror showed a man weary from more than just physical labor.

As he walked to his next job, Killua's thoughts wandered back to the countless nights he spent planning his escape from his abusive father. He could still feel the trembling of his voice, the fear, and desperation etched into his being.

"P*tang in*," he whispered to himself, clenching his fists. "Bakit kailangan ko pang maranasan yun?!"

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// Flashback: The Escape //

Killua's childhood was a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. His father, a perpetual drunk, was a monster in their home. Every night was a game of survival, never knowing what would set his father off.

"Killua, get over here!" his father would yell, his voice slurred and menacing.

"Yes, Dad," Killua replied, hiding the terror in his voice.

"Kunin mo nga yung alak sa ref" His father said while drinking the last sip of beer on his hand.

"May ginagawa pa po akong assignment, Pa." Killua replied but the trembling of his voice was there. "Bukas na po kasi pasahan po nito." He added.

"Don't you dare talk back to me!" His father would throw whatever he had in his hand, often a bottle, narrowly missing Killua.

"Don't you dare talk back to me!" His father would throw whatever he had in his hand, often a bottle, narrowly missing Killua

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The nights were filled with such terror, and with each passing day, Killua's hatred and fear grew. One night, after his father had passed out drunk, Killua decided it was time to leave.

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