My Hero (Goku x Reader)

Same Old Same Old

"(Y/n)! What the hell are you wearing?!" Josh screamed at me.

"I-I'm just wearing sweats! W-what's the big deal?" I asked. I hated it when he acted like this.

"What's the big deal?! You look like a pig! Go put something I like on!" he yelled. I ran to my room, afraid of what might happen.

I was shaking while looking through my clothes. Do I put on some skinny jeans and a tight shirt? I don't know what he wants! Fine. Some tight street clothes since I can't stand to look at my bruises.

I walked back out there and he did not look pleased at all. I started to back into my room, and he started walking at me, really fast. I hurried into my room and locked the door. I quickly heard banging and screaming. "(Y/n)! Open this damn door!" Josh yelled.

"There's no way in hell I'm letting you hurt me!" I yelled back. He started hitting the door even harder, breaking it down. The falling door missed my head by inches, if that. He collided my face and his knee. Shortly after, he punched me in the gut.

"Will you listen to me now?!" he yelled. I couldn't push any words out of my mouth, as I was too afraid of what his reaction would be. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and threw me on the ground. At this point, the tears were pouring out of my eyes faster than they ever had before. Josh kneeled down next to me and stared at me with a cold, unfeeling expression. I tried to slide away from him, but before I knew it, he had me pinned to the ground.

I struggled against the tight grip he had on my wrists, but I only seemed to be entertaining him. Finally, I was able to push out some words. "I h-hate y-you," I said with a hoarse voice. Josh's cocky grin soon turned to a look of pure rage. Suddenly, I regretted everything that I had done in the past 30 seconds. I soon felt his fist colliding with my jaw multiple times.

"Say it again, (y/n)! I dare you! See what happens!" he screamed at me while continuing to pummel my face. I had tears pouring down my face and blood coming out of my mouth. I wanted to beg him to stop, but my jaw hurt so badly that I wasn't able to push anything out. All that I could do was sit there and take it. 

Suddenly, he sighed, stopped punching me, and stood up. "I'm going out for some smokes, you'd better be here when I get back or I swear to god," he said angrily. I just nodded.

This was it. This was the time I would leave. He may try and kill me, but I'll find someone strong or make it to the police station. Enough is enough. I wasn't going to be his punching bag anymore. Although this was the only form of human contact that I had been allowed to have in a long time, I knew that this wasn't normal. I deserve better than this. Nobody deserves this.

Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams