Not My Body [} Iwaoi {]

[} 21 {]

Days later, the month of June ended, letting it place to July.
I woke up in my boyfriend's bed, but I could not find him by my side.

It's weird... He's maybe already up ?

I jumped off bed, orienting myself toward the lounge to verify if my friend was here. But instead of the volleyball player, I faced up with his mother, reading calmly on the couch.

"Hi sweetheart, did you sleep well ?" She asked.

I nodded and returned her question. She answered me with a beautiful large smile.

"Have you seen Hajime ?" I questionned.

"Oh, he went to school." The lady declared. "Don't you also have class ?"

"Uh... No, a lot of teachers are absents..." I lied.

Thanks Tobio for that idea.

I said goodbye to the woman and left the house to join back mine, where Shrimp was waiting for me. I pat him and played a little with the ginger animal before cleaning myself up.
While waiting for Iwaizumi to finish his lessons, I was watching clips about volleyball matches. Because even if I could not play volleyball with my teammates, I kept observing games on my phone or tried to train a bit at home, which was quiet difficult.
When the clock was displaying the hour of school's ended, I went outside, locking correctly the main door.
I sent a message to the dark haired to prevent him that I was on my way for the Cloudy Coffees.
We decided to give another chance to that small restaurant, because we learnt that a young woman had bought it to the ancient boss.
When I arrived, I could notice the difference. The Cafe seemed more... Alive and joyful than before. It was cool to observe.
After some minutes, the boy I was waiting for all that day passed the door.
He walked in my direction and sat.

"Hi~" I salutated.

"Hello..!" He said back.

I looked at him a bit closer and remarked that something was off.

"Are you okay ?" I demanded.

"Uh ? Hum... Yeah...
Okay not really, I'm anxious." He affirmed.

"Oh no... What's happening ?"

"I'm... Worried, really. Do you remember about that one friend ? My best friend, Oikawa Tooru ?
It's been now... Perhaps two months since he has not shown up. Plus, he doesn't answer my calls and messages..."

Oh crap ! I almost forgot about that...
Moreover, my real phone is discharged since the hang out with Yahaba...

"No need to be stressed... I'm sure he's okay..!" I reassured him.

"You're really... Really optimist..." He stopped an instant.
"Two months, Yuka... Two months... It's a lot !"

"Maybe, but he's surel-...."

"You don't understand." The male interrupted me.
"I haven't seen him... Even in school !
Lately, he was keeping saying that he had problems and all... I think he's in trouble because of these.
He never skips school... NEVER ! In any case, before he had become weird.
Moreover, the last him I talked to him, we were arguing ! But... It was a violent dispute, verbally. I said really mean things..."

Oh yeah, I had forgot about this too...

"...Imagine if-... Imagine if he's dead...?
Oh my-... It's my fault."

"N-no...!" I stuttered. "Don't think about this, he can't be dead."

I let down my habd on one of his cheeks, caressing it gently.

"I swear I'm gonna pray all the night." He declared firmly, but with teary eyes.

I stood up urgently.

"I really need to go now... I have to do.. Uh... Chores ? Don't loose hope for.. Your friend !"

I was starting to leave in hurry, but recame rapidly to kiss my boyfriend quickly on the lips, and then I ran back outside.
I reached my house and continued my race, sprinting in the stairs.

"Oh, Tooru, hi !"

I ignored that voice, focused on my owe.
Only, in my room, I couldn't let my hand on my damn portable.

"Fuck, I should've put him in a drawer or I don't know where.."

I heared footsteps. They kept being loud until the adult arrested himself right in front of my bedroom.

"It's been a while, babe." His voice disgusted me.

"H-Hello... Dad..." I was panicking.

"You know... During all this time... I didn't have sex..."

Okay he's obviously lying. However, my genitor seemed sober. He was not stammering and wasn't smelling awfully as usual.

"Come here, young b-.. Gir-...
Shit, just come, kid." The older said.

He gripped my wrist to bring me toward his room. I was almost suffocating in it, but my father didn't care about that.
I tried to punch him but it looked like he felt nothing.

That body...

My orbs started to water. All was good. I was with the boy of my dreams, I got some money, my dad was not here...
And now he was going to rape me, yay...

"I must halucinate because of drugs and alcohol even if I'm sober for once, but you have the same body than your mom when she was younger..." He let escape.

"I know that, creepy old pervert !" I shouted.

"It'll be interesting, then..."

I was debating.

"Stop moving, jeez..." He muttered.

I suddenly followed his order, completely giving up.

"Good Tooru.." The black haired adult whispered in a suave manner.

He removed the clothes of the two us, in a delicate way, surprisingly.

"I swear it'll be nice, this time, Yuka.." The man seemed confident.

"I'm not mom !" I yelled.

"It's all if."

He began to caress my intimate part, making me breath louder than a few seconds ago.

"Stop.. that..." I ordoned, in a small voice.

He stopped in all of a sudden. But that was not better, cause he was now searching for something. I had not a good feeling about this...
Finally, he grabbed a condom and put it on his dick. It dumbfounded me. It's been maybe years since he had not used a protection with me.
He decided to enter, but in a feroce way. I let out a scream, a scream of pain.

"Oh, sorry babe..." He excused.
"I'm just too excited, seeing you alive..."

Is he really sober ? 

"What the fuck !? Yuka's not alive, y-...." I countain myself to not shout another time. "Because... You killed her !!"

He immediatly paused.

"How... Do you know that...?" He demanded, looking a little scared.

I also started to stress, more than I was already.

"Uh... I had... Dreams or flashbacks.... And I searched some infos on Internet.." I answered.

He resumed what he was doing, thrusting harder and faster, with that, his moves were even more painful. When he came, he rapidly left the sheets and dressed back.

"I.. Need to buy cigarettes... Alcohol and.. Drugs." The rapist declared.

He hurried, the speediest he could, to quit the house.
Fortunately, he didn't attached me as that time, like this I could get out of bed and took a bath without struggling.
When I was clean, I could notice that my intimate zone and back were hurting. Plus, I was exhausted. So I fastly fell asleep.