Chapter 17: Proceeding the plan

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TW: This chapter contains abuse, proceed with caution

Shuichi's POV (3rd person):



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-SLAP-

Shuichi winced, rubbing the red mark on his cheek as his mother scoffed angrily.

"How many times I have to tell you that this is the wrong note, just remember it correctly already! and stop exagerrating, a slap isn't that bad. Now keep going before I give you a real reason to be hurt." The blue haired boy's mother yelled, making him flinch and quickly put his hands back on the piano's keyboard.

Shuichi's mother had started to give him forced piano lessons, but the problem was that it was too straight in the point, he didn't even know what were the right key to use if he wanted to play anything. Worst thing was that the musics were too hard, his mother thought that putting a music sheet would be any better when he didn't even know how to read them.

"Hurry the fuck up! It's already the evening, and I can make you play all night if you continue to mess up!" In case you were wondering, they did start the morning. Shuichi couldn't get a break to eat, his mother just took food for herself and ate it in front of him. Sometimes he wondered if they just took him back to torture him. Shuichi lets out a shaky sigh as he starts to try playing again, his hands shaking from all of the efforts onto them without any breaks, not helping him at all with hitting the good notes. And soon enough, Shuichi hits the wrong note once again, recieving... Not a slap to Shuichi's surprise, but a cut on his wrist from his mother's knife, the knife had still some lemon juice from a lemon she cut earlier for a lemonade, making his cut more painful as Shuichi lets out a small yelp of pain and held his wrist tightly, some drops of blood falling on the piano's keyboard.

"oh, how great, you ruined the piano with your filthy blood! Do you know how expensive a piano is?" Akino yells at her son, pulling his hair harshly.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't want to...!" Shuichi cries out in pain, soon getting released by his mother's grip.

"I don't want to hear it. Keep going!"

Hours after hours, cuts after cuts, Shuichi kept trying to play the piano, his cuts covering the once white keyboard in blood.

But soon, hours after midnight, Shuichi finally finishes playing the music, his arm covered in cuts as he breathed shakily and looked back at his mother who was looking at him sternly.

"Finally, it wasn't that hard was it? Now go to bed." Akino said impatiently, pushing Shuichi off the chair so that he would hurry going to sleep.

Shuichi ran to his bedroom, grabbing something in the way before looking at it once he locked himself in the bedroom.

A camera. Shuichi recorded everything that happened from the start of the lesson to the end just like Kokichi told him to. The video was very long though, so it was gonna take a very long time to send to Kokichi. It's still better than nothing.

Shuichi started importing the video into his phone, which took him a really good while and started sending it to Kokichi, letting it load while he took this time to make sure that his mother wasn't here anymore before walking back to the piano and taking a picture of the bloody keyboard for more proofs. Quickly running back to his room.

seeing how long it was taking to send the video, Shuichi guessed that it wouldn't be sent before the next day, so Shuichi sighed in annoyance and started bandaging up his arms before laying on the bed and letting himself drift off to sleep.

-The next day-

Shuichi slowly woke up, looking at his bandaged arms to check if they needed to be changed.

And of course, they did have to be changed. So that's what he did.

As soon as he finished bandaging himself, Shuichi took his phone and got out of his room, noticing to his relief that his parents weren't here. He already knew that they left for their job, so Shuichi just decided to please himself and cook some breakfast since he didn't eat the other day.

After finishing the cooking, Shuichi started eating while checking on his phone, noticing that he had notifications from Kokichi, guessing that his boyfriend recieved the video.

                                                Koki <3

💜: Oh gosh are you okay??
💜: I didn't think they would go so far!
💜: I'm sending it to the police right now!

💙: Hey.. Don't worry I'm fine right now, it still hurts a bit right now

💜: That makes sense... I sent it to the police, they'll take care of your mother soon, I don't think they'll do much about your father though, there's no proofs that he ever abused you still

💙: I know... But the fact only that Akino will be brought by the police will piss him off, I'll just... set the camera to record and let him hit me to get the proof

💜: Are you crazy?! what if he kills you??

💙: I'm ready to take the risk, atleast the truth will be revealed
💙: And my sister.. Will also be free from those assholes

💜: Please be careful Shuichi

 💙: I'll be careful I promise
 💙: Hey, maybe you can ask the cops to surround the area so that they could stop my father if it   gets too far

 💜: That's a good idea, I'll do that right away.

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Shuichi sighed, finishing his breakfast before placing the camera in a hidden yet good place before sitting on the couch, waiting for his fate to arrive, knowing that it'll happen soon.

Hours later, the door slammed open, his father was here, glaring at Shuichi angrily.

"You little shit! you're the one who reported Akino to the police! You'll pay for it!" The man ran towards Shuichi, not losing any seconds before pulling his hair to make him stand up and start letting out all of his anger on his son.

it only was a short amount of time, but to Shuichi, it was very long minutes, he heard muffled police sirens and a voice talking through a megaphone. Just the sound of that gave Shuichi hope and strength. Finally having enough of being stepped on as he saw his father preparing to escape, Shuichi grabbed his leg to avoid him from escaping, even if he earned kicks on his head, Shuichi held on as long as he could, soon hearing the door burst open and seeing police officers drag Shiro towards the police car.

Tears started welling up from Shuichi's eyes as he finally felt free. He was stuck for a short amount of time, but this hell of a house turned days into weeks...

And with that relief, Shuichi fainted, finally able to rest after those tiring days.

-A few hours later-

Shuichi slowly woke up, looking around and noticing that he was in a hospital, suddently, he was pulled into a hug, when Shuichi looked at who it was, he recognized his uncle and his aunt, making him relax as he hugged back as tightly as them.

"We're so happy that you're back... Kokichi was some great help to free you from them... We can't thank him enough..! But we can also thank faith to have you here right now with us." His uncle spoke up as he started tearing up from joy, his wife, rubbing his back to comfort him.

"I'm happy that I'm back too, and... With my real parents this time." Shuichi answers with a soft smile, earning two surprised looks and even tighter hugs while his uncle- no, his dad broke down in tears, he was so emotional some times, Shuichi wondered if he wasn't exagerating a bit too much. But he didn't mind at all anyways, having a drama queen as a dad was fine to him.

"What did I do to deserve such an amazing son!" His dad said between his sobs, earning amused chuckles from Shuichi and his mom.

Even if they weren't his biological parents, he just knew that his place was here, in a loving family with his parents who accepted fully the fact that he loved another boy.

Speaking of which, the door suddently burst opened and his beloved boyfriend Kokichi rushed in, soon joining the hug as he showered Shuichi's face with kisses.

Shuichi's parents backed away a little bit to give both of them time for each other.

Shuichi couldn't ask for more at this moment, Kokichi joined Shuichi on the bed to cuddle him and his parents were both happy, everyone in the room was filled with happiness, and Shuichi truly loved that.

He just hopes that this type of moment will last... forever.

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