Addicted Love

Chapter 11

"Words cannot express the rage boiling inside me right now!" Mitsuki screamed, her voice echoing as she slammed the car door with such force that the glass shattered, scattering shards across the pavement. Arisa, feeling the weight of her mother's fury, stepped cautiously off the porch, her heart racing. "Mom, please, let me explain..." she began, but Mitsuki was having none of it. With a fierce grip, she yanked her daughter by the ear, dragging her back toward the car. "You are going to regret this when we get home! I swear, you won't see the light of day again!" Mitsuki bellowed as she climbed into the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life. The drive was a blur of Mitsuki's relentless lecturing, each word cutting deeper, leaving Arisa in tears by the time they reached their house. When she stepped into her room, a wave of shock washed over her; her door was gone, and her window was secured with an L-bracket ensuring there would be no escape, a clear sign of her brother's handiwork. "KATSUKI!!" she shouted, her voice laced with frustration. As she spun around to go find him, He leaned casually against the doorframe, a drill in hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, and by the way, you're not allowed to be unsupervised at school or home anymore." he declared nonchalantly. "MOM!!!!" Arisa screamed, her privacy now completely gone. "Don't even think about it. I've already talked to her," Bakugo replied, leaning closer, his tone serious. "You have exactly 24 hours to confess what happened that night, or I will." Bakugo says sending a cold chill down her spine. Panic surged through Arisa. "I can't! If I tell her, she'll never let me see Shin again!" she cried, following her brother into his room, desperation in her voice. "So what? You can't see him anyway," Bakugo retorted, placing the drill down. "You know what? It doesn't even matter! I'm going to see him regardless! I'm not a child! I'm only a year younger than you! What's wrong with being with my boyfriend and sleeping with him? Other teens do it!" she shot back defiantly. "Have Mom and Dad not given you the talk? You could end up pregnant or with an STD! What the hell, Arisa! You should know better!" Bakugo yelled, frustration evident in his voice. "That's what they make condoms for!" She yells back at him. "Do you think condoms always work?! Because they don't. A condom cannot guarantee anything!" Bakugo shot back. Just then, his gaze flicked to the hallway where their mother stood, her expression a mixture of disbelief and fury. Arisa's heart dropped as she turned, her complexion draining of color. "You had sex... with a boy?" Mitsuki asked, her voice trembling with shock. Arisa was at a loss for words; it felt like the end of the world. "Get to my room, now," Mitsuki commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. Both siblings understood the weight of those words; punishment was imminent. Anytime those words came out of their mother's mouth, an ass beating was always waiting for them. With her head hung low, Arisa trudged out, bracing herself for the consequences. Bakugo, unable to bear the impending sounds of his sister's punishment, grabbed his headphones, cocooning himself in music as he lay on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, trying to drown out the pending chaos surrounding him.

Arisa remained silent throughout her punishment, trapped in a deep depression that dulled her senses to everything around her. Bakugo, ever vigilant, stayed close by her side whenever they left the house for school, his watchful gaze fixed on her as she sat in a daze, lost in her thoughts. At school, however, Shinso and Bakugo kept their distance, each absorbed in their own worlds, avoiding any interaction.
Bakugo felt a pang of guilt each time he saw his sister's despondent state. The absence of her usual emotional outbursts was a small relief, yet it did little to ease the weight of her sorrow. All she seemed capable of was sitting in silence, tears streaming down her face. Bakugo's concern for her grew to the point where his mother agreed to conduct regular checks, ensuring that Arisa was not self-harming. Thankfully, she was not, but the sight of her misery still gnawed at him.
Once her three-month punishment concluded, and after a lot of thinking, Bakugo had a very tough choice to make..

making his way to Shinso's isolated lunch table, he catches him off guard, startling him. Shinso stood abruptly, instinctively preparing to retreat, but Bakugo's commanding voice stopped him. "Sit down." With a mix of anxiety and curiosity, Shinso complied. He braced himself for the unexpected conversation, wary of Bakugo's intentions.
Bakugo then reaches for a napkin and scribbled a number on it, sliding it across the table. "What's this?" Shinso inquired, eyeing the paper with suspicion. "Arisa's new number. I broke her phone a while back, and now that her punishment is over, Mom got her a new one," Bakugo explained, maintaining a calm demeanor.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Shinso asked, confusion etched on his face. "Believe me, it's the last thing I want to do. But Arisa deserves to be happy. If you're serious about being in a relationship with her, you need to at least understand what you're getting into," Bakugo warned.
"Are you talking about her mental disorder?" Shinso probed, trying to gauge the situation. "I remember you mentioned having a cousin who dealt with something similar. After thinking it over, I realized, you might be the one person capable of truly being there for her and helping her learn to better manage her BPD. It was foolish of me to try and use you and Deku to try and dim the chaos. But she's been a mess since you two were cut off. And I'm sick of seeing it. So I believe I can convince my mom to allow you two to get together. " Bakugo replied. Shinso was very happy to hear this. And he was shocked that such words were even coming out of Bakugo's mouth. "You'd really give me a chance?" Shinso asks.
"Don't get too comfortable," he continued, his tone shifting to one of menace as he leans in close to Shinso, his arms supporting his weight on the table. "Because if you hurt her in anyway, or take that dick out of your pants again in her presence before she turns 18, I'll saw it off with rusty serrated knife, wrap it in sandpaper heavily coated in battery acid and brutally rape your ass with it." Bakugo threatens him. The vivid threat hung in the air, leaving Shinso feeling nauseous and very uncomfortable, the imagery now seared into his memory. "You don't have anything to worry about." Shinso's voice shook. Bakugo was truly a very terrifying person. "Good." With that, Bakugo turned and walked away, leaving Shinso to grapple with the weight of his words.

As soon as Arisa stepped through the door, her mother handed her the new phone, an offering she was reluctant to accept. Yeah she had missed her phone all this time but without Shinso, what was the point in even having one? "Honey, how long is this going to continue?" Mitsuki inquired, concern etched on her face. But Arisa just let out a sigh and fiddled with the salt shaker on the kitchen counter. Just then, Bakugo entered the room, his presence commanding attention. "I think you should reconsider, Mom. Give Arisa and Shinso another chance," he suggested, causing Arisa to look at him in disbelief. "What? That was out of nowhere. What brought this on?" Mitsuki asks. "Listen, I believe she's learned her lesson. Just set some boundaries: no being alone in a room, no blankets, and no phone after 10 PM," Bakugo asserted. "Why the sudden change of heart?" Arisa questioned, curiosity piqued. "Because I'm tired of watching you wallow in misery! Everyone is. Plus, Shinso has experience dealing with people like you. It's wrong to keep you from doing normal things just because you struggle more than most." Bakugo explained. Mitsuki paused, reflecting on her daughter's unhappiness and issues; perhaps Bakugo had a point. If they established rules and Arisa followed them, maybe a second chance was feasible. And maybe the more the let Arisa date, the greater the chances would be that she'd eventually learn what's ok and what's not. Trusting her son's judgment, she asked, "Are you sure this boy can even handle being with her? I won't stand for my little girl getting hurt again." "I'm sure," Bakugo replied confidently. After a moment of silence, Mitsuki relented, "Alright, but if you break even one of the rules I set, you're cut off!" Arisa jumped up, enveloping her brother in a grateful hug. "Thank you!" she exclaimed. "And that includes taking your pills without fussing from now on!" Mitsuki added, her tone stern. "Who cares about those stupid pills! I have a boyfriend!" Arisa shouted in delight, her joy palpable. Bakugo observed his sister's exuberance, just as Shinso's text arrived, adorned with a purple heart. "He texted me!" she squealed, darting up the stairs to her room. "I'll be checking your phone every night!" Mitsuki warned, anxious about the potential risks of her daughter sending nudes. Bakugo sank into a chair at the kitchen table, exhaling deeply. "You're a great brother, Katsuki. I'm really proud of you," Mitsuki said, tidying up the dishes. "I'll  still be keeping a close eye on her," Bakugo assured her. Still being her overly protective big bother. "I wouldn't expect anything less," Mitsuki replied with a smile, her heart swelling with love.

(Book 2 coming soon)