Traitor (Renji Yomo x Reader) [Continued in a second book!]

Monster

It's been a day since the incident.. Since I lost her. No one came to visit me. No one seemed to know I was here. Not even Kanou showed up. My heart was heavy, unsure of how to feel, and I was scared. Scared of all the things to come.

As yesterday passed by, I was informed that I was staying at the CCG's hospital. They knew that Kanou was expecting his 'grandchild' and wanted to take care of this at his own department.. But he was nowhere to be found. So instead of having him take care of me, Doctor Chigyou took over, revealing our secret.. Revealing my identity.

That's why they knew I was a ghoul.

I was evacuated immediately after having stabilized a bit, by being taken to a separate room far away from any other customers or workers. And far away from my baby.. While walking through the halls people glared at me, fear and hate written all over their faces. Some spat venomous words at me, others kept quiet and a few hid away - though I had RC suppressants stuck in my back . They thought of me as a monster. They didn't even consider my state.. They didn't realize that I was currently falling apart inside - and the surely didn't care either. They didn't see me as a being that just lost her baby.. They saw me as a ghoul, a monster who got tired of her unborn daughter and therefore poisoned her. A crime I would've never committed. Chigyou seemed to be the only one not entirely believing in it but maybe he was just trying to fool me to make me speak up.

The night I spent in this small, lonesome, empty room felt like an eternity. Cold walls, no furniture, no window, no light. It reminded me of a cell, giving me the feeling of being a prisoner.. A criminal.. When I never did anything bad to anyone. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself from all that was happening, the constant pain kept reminding me of it. My eyes were burning, feeling sore from all the crying while my entire face felt swollen and hot. This room didn't even have a bed.. I was forced to sleep on a blanket on the floor with a book that transformed into my pillow. Uncomfortable and in pain - a bad combination. But my mind was doing even worse. I couldn't calm down, everything going on in my life came crashing into me, leaving me in tears most of the time.

Eventually, at some point, I passed out from all my thoughts and fell into a short slumber.. Filled with nightmares, memories of all sorts of abuse. They always woke me up but I could fall right back asleep again due to being used to them by now.

What I was not used to though, were the footsteps of various people stomping into a room, lifting me up before I even opened my eyes.

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"Mental and physical abuse - she's a victim that could never chose her own path" a female said as my hands were being tied together.

How does she know..? What's going on..?

I was too weak to protest but I slowly started opening my eyes.

Right in that moment another needle filled with RC suppressant was forced into my body.

Don't they know that I don't need this..

Did a new day start..?

"It's too bad she's a ghoul. Ghouls deserve nothing but to burn in hell" a strong, well-built guy chipped in.