Fallen- Oikawa x Reader

Chapter 19

(warning: indications of abuse)

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He was running, the tears spilling over uncontrollably.

He couldn't escape his own thoughts, the memories, the way it felt. He couldn't understand any of it but he knew enough to recognize that it was wrong.

 His father didn't hit him before, he showed him love just like any perfect father would to his perfect little son. He used to be proud, watching his boy showing all the signs of growing up into the perfect man. Perfect grades, perfect skills in all the sports he would try, perfect all around.

Until her that is.

He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, to the one place that still made him feel the joy that every child should feel. 

She used to be good to him too. Just like a mother should. He'd feel safe in her arms, feeling her delicate kiss against his forehead when he cried after falling off his bike. She'd tenderly brush his thick brown hair out of his face that resembled his father's.

He loved her so much. He was just a happy child, loved by his perfect family.

He finally reached the park, the sun beginning to set on the horizon as parents took their children by their hand and went on their way back to their perfect homes.

Just like the one he used to have.

How could his own father not believe him?

He angrily wiped away the tears but they just kept coming. He weakly sat on the bench his father and him would always sit on, eating their favorite ice cream on a cone. One by one the families began to disappear. He brought his trembling finger to the bruise on his face from where his father's fist met his face. 

It hurt so bad, but if it was of any relief, he didn't cry in front of him. 

"Weak."

"So fucking weak!"

He leaned forward, holding his head in his small hands as the tears dripped down onto the concrete. He grit his teeth, trying to hold back the sobs threatening to escape his lips. It hurt so bad.

Why?

Why?

"Are you okay?"

The small voice tore him away from his thoughts. He gasped, startled as he looked up. He shot his head around to the side his eyes meeting the curious ones of a little girl. She looked about his age or maybe a bit younger. She sat there, next to him,  in a sky blue dress with a little bear embroidered on the front and two pockets.

"I'm fine." he sniffled, the heat rushing to his face as he pathetically tried to deny what was obvious.

Her gaze didn't waver. She just sat there looking at him, cocking her head to the side just a little. Her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she looked at him. There was something else in her gaze though, it didn't look like the pity everyone else showed him. It was empathy. Her gaze was warm, even though she was just a clueless child like him, he felt that she understood him, just from the way she looked upon him. 

She didn't argue with him, instead she reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a handkerchief. He didn't move as she lifted her hand, and he could only look upon her face as she slowly and gently dabbed his wet cheek with it. It was pointless because as she wiped away that tear, a new one came, but she did it anyway.