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Might start rewriting some chapters cause the old ones are HORRIBLE like these aren't that good but damn 💀💀 English is my third language so your girl is still tryna figure it out 🙏
As the sun shines through Kuroo's bedroom window, I wake up. As soon as I open my eyes, a sharp pain shoots through my body and I curse under my breath. My back still hurts like hell from the rough undeserved punishment I received last night. 'Fucking psychos...the thought of me thinking of someone other than them made them beat the shit out of me with a fucking whip..' I start tapping on the thin metal bars of the dog kennel they made me sleep in last night, trying to signal for one of the two men to let me out. After around twenty minutes of quiet tapping, the bedroom door opens as Kenma comes into view. He crouches down so he can be eye level with me and reaches into the cage, running his fingers through my messy hair. "Did you learn your lesson?" I nod eagerly. "Good kitty." The brown eyed man smiles tiredly and unlocks the large padlock on the cage with the key around his neck, leaving me to crawl out.
"I need to disinfect your wounds, lift your shirt up." Kenma orders and I obey immediately. At this point, I'm so used to be naked in front of them that Kenma's rough grip on my tits as he rubs antiseptic into the lash marks along my already bruised back. The sting of the harsh liquid doesn't phase me anymore either due to me constantly having to be treated for the new wounds I end up with every day I'm with them. "You're so pretty..." He mumbles and nuzzels his face into the crook of my neck as he finishes. "Thank you.." I respond softly. The man smiles and takes my hand in his, helping me stand. My legs are sore and wobbly from the uncomfortable and confined position I was forced to sleep in. "Kuroo already got up, he had some shit to do with his parents." Kenma rolls his eyes, scoffing at his friend's behavior. Secretly, I'm glad Kuroo isn't here, his clinginess is overwhelming as well as his sex drive and I can't even make it through breakfast without his hand creeping up my thigh.
"Did my Mom call again?" I mumble as I stuff my face with the frozen waffles Kenma had just made for me. The latter groans in annoyance and nods. "Yeah, she's so protective, it's annoying." 'Huh...hypocritical..' I think to myself and sigh. "What did you do?" "Ignored it." He responds bluntly, his answer making my eyes narrow. "She's gonna kill me.." I groan and stand shakily, trying to steady myself. "I don't want you to leave yet." The blonde boy states and grabs my wrist tight, digging his nails into my wrist. His grip softens slightly when he sees the tired expression on my face and he sighs. "...I'll walk you home, Kuroo's the only one with a car." My eyes widen and I watch in shock as he puts a hoodie on and leads me out of the house. The walk is mostly silent since Kuroo is usually the one to start conversations but the silence is oddly comforting. All though I'm much more scared of Kenma, he's too lazy most of the time to hurt me or try to get me into bed with him. The crunch of freshly fallen autumn leaves fills my mind as we walk towards my house.
When we make it to the door, Kenma pulls me into a kiss before waving 'bye' and walking away, leaving me alone to deal with my mother. I rustle through my pockets and pull out my keys, shakily inserting the metal into the key hole. As soon as the door opens, I'm met with my Mom pacing in the living room with an enraged expression. When she hears the door open, she snaps her head over to me, our eyes locking. She freezes before rushing up to me, grabbing my arm. "Where the hell were you, girl?! You think you can go run around doing who knows what with whatever degenerates you hang out with without even calling me?!" It feels like hours have gone by as my mother screams until her voice goes hoarse. The woman rushes to the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine and starts drinking, not even bothering to pour the alcohol into a glass. Two pairs of small hands wrap around my legs and when I look down, I see my two little siblings clinging onto me. "Sissy! We were s-so scared!" Rina cries, nuzzling her face into my leg. Riko tries to hide his sniffles but they eventually ethos thin lips in loud sobs. Guilt washes over my body as I watch my family fall apart. Ever since Dad died, I've been forced to take care of my siblings and my mother, so it's predictable that without me they wouldn't know what to do.
I push past Rina and Riko, leaving them in shock as I rush to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me. I don't have my phone since it was confiscated by Kenma when I was sleeping last night and pretty much all of my stuff is spread through the two men's houses so I'm left with nothing but my thoughts. 'Is it even worth trying to escape anymore? Of course it is! No, it isn't, if I tired I would just get caught. But Lev offered to help- if I got Lev involved, he would die. I don't know that for sure, he's pretty strong and he should be able to contact someone in time- don't involve him!' The two sides of my brain argue, leaving me desperate for everything to go away, desperate for all my thoughts to drip away. Nothing feels real- I don't feel real. I don't know what to do by myself, I feel helpless and lost like a stray puppy whenever I'm alone. I've gotten so used to having Kenma and Kuroo around me that, strangely, being alone is scarier than being with those two fucking weirdos.
The feeling of my fingers rubbing through my hair doesn't soothe me as it usually does, the action was something Akaashi taught me years ago when I was having a panic attack. It's always worked but..I guess everything's changing now. I quietly walk down the stairs, being careful not to make a sound as I step into the kitchen. My mom is passed out on the floor, an empty wine bottle laying in her loose grasp. I gently lift her, trying not to hit her too much as I drag her to the old ripped couch in our living room, laying her down and placing a blanket on her limp body. I tiptoe back to the kitchen, crouching and opening the small mini fridge full of booze. It's pretty much empty now but there's two bottles of untouched vodka pressed against the very back. I reach inside, the cold air hitting the cuts on my hand as I pull the bottles out. Everything is a blur as I chug the first bottle, throwing up in my mouth at the taste but continuing and washing the vomit down with the bitter liquid. Before I know it, the second bottle is already halfway done, small streams of alcohol dripping down my face as I frantically swallow every drop I can as fast as possible. My vision is blurry and I shakily pull myself up, my body trembling. I stumble through the house until I reach the front door, desperately fumbling with the doorknob until it opens.
Tears stream down my face as I run, my body moving on its own. I start to move faster as the house I'm looking for comes into view. It's past midnight by now but I don't care, banging on the front door roughly. Eventually, the door opens, revealing the person I desperately need.
