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TW⚠️: abuse, violence
Yura had been sore the next day and didn't go to school. The look on Niki's face when he stood at her door frame and saw that she wouldn't get up. Or couldn't.
The smirk he wore that morning was plastered in her mind. How he stood with crossed arms there and looked at her with a proud look. He liked how she was unable to move without a frown and that she didn't even trust herself to go to school sore like that.
Mrs. Nishimura had also stayed home because she had a day off after working so late the day before. She had made Yura a cup of tea and asked her what else she could do. Of course the woman had no idea what Yura actually had and why she wasn't going to school. Yura had excused it with a stomach ache.
Yura had gained the feeling in her legs throughout the day. It still felt weird and a bit sore to walk but at least she could do it after a few hours of not moving out of the bed.
She had kept her movements low and only walked downstairs and into the kitchen for food, to the bathroom and a bit around her room to change clothes. Other than that she was scrolling through her phone. Precisely, Niki's Instagram.
She didn't know why she was looking through it all but now that she wasn't exactly knowing what he was doing she wanted to see if he would post something of what he was doing. It sounded dumb. Maybe it was. But Yura had nothing to do and she also wanted to know with who he is with.
The girl sighed, not sure if it was out of relief or disappointment, as she saw that he posted nothing.
She put her phone down and turned on her side. Yura heard the engene of her father's car outside and faintly heard him entering the house.
Yura tried to maybe sleep the rest of the soreness away but her eyes always drifted open again, leaving her staring blankly at the wall.
At first she didn't hear anything but as minutes went by, the muffled voice of her father was heard. He was yelling and Yura gritted her teeth at the familiar atmosphere.
The girl threw her blanket to the side and stood up, walking out of her room and a few stairs down. She crouched down in the middle of the stairs and listened to what it was about.
Yura couldn't exactly make out all the words but when she heard something crash, she jumped to her feet and ran to the living room.
She saw her father fuming in anger while he stood in the middle of the room. Mrs. Nishimura was looking to the side, avoiding eye contact with anything but Yura could see how her shoulders shook in an attempt to suppress cries.
"What's going on?" Yura asked, her voice tense and the question hung in the room.
"Nothing. Go back to your room." Her father waved Yura off.
"No. What is going on?" Yura asked again. She stepped further into the room, looking between the female that now had to live with Yura under the hands of what she called father.
