A.N. I hope you all are enjoying my story. I'm very thankful for all of you readers, and all of the votes I have gotten. I Love you all thanks so much! BTW, I warned you it's going to be sad.
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I sink down to my knees. All I can do is sit there, think, and cry. Why could I see happiness in his eyes when he first saw his dad at the door? Where is his mother? Does this happen often? Are any of his bruises even from Volleyball? How can people be so shallow? And why am I still sitting here? Why do I feel so much pain when he is the one being hurt?
I begin to pick myself back up. Thoughts still racing through my head. I sprint back to my house and up to my room. I throw myself on my bed, only to be interrupted when my mom walks in. "What would you like for dinner, sweety?" she asks. I couldn't respond, I had too much going on in my head. "Are you all right?!?!? Did something happen!?? Did Noya hurt you!!?!!" she began asking questions making my brain hurt so much more, but I couldn't help but flash a small smile at her calling him 'Noya'. She got into the habit of calling him that not too long ago because I always called him. Then the unwanted thoughts reappeared. Tears once again began steaming down my cheeks. Mom began walking tword me. "Please tell me it's not him." She finished.
The two of us sat there for awhile. She let me cry and cry and cry till I could cry no more. "Y-n--o?" I questionably stat shakily forming words. It'd probably be better had you actually known what to say. It was his life, but not him.
"What do you mean?" Mom asked
"His father..."
"Hmm?"
"He pulled Noya so roughly. He cussed at him. I heard the punches."
"What!"
"I couldn't help him!" My eyes burn from tears, and my throat feels even worse, but worst of all is the pain I feel in my heart. It won't leave. It's here. And it's here to stay.
Mom began holding me tighter. "I've known." She barley got out as she began to cry with me. "I've known this since you were 10, the year after your dad left. I knew you'd find out some day. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"Mom! Why didn't you call the cops??"
"Because I can't. Nishinoya's father has done more than only hurt Noya. He's hurt me too. I was out in the garden when I first heard him hurt Noya. I pulled out my phone and dialed the '9'. Then he grabbed me. He dragged me into this house. And raped me. While you were sleeping, he held a gun to your head. I couldn't do anything. He threatened to kill us all, Me, you, and Noya. I knew he would. I tried once since that day. As soon as I picked up the phone he grabbed me around the neck and pushed me up to a wall. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He held me there for only a short time, but it felt like forever. He let go and began walking home."
"Mom! Why didn't you tell me!!!??" I yelled causing my voice to go squeaky from the strain.
"I didn't want you to worry."
"Can I just sleep?"
"Yeah."
I fell asleep.
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~TheeBeast
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