The Best Damn Thing

Chapter Thirty-Three

Oikawa's mood brightened when he saw the fancy, couple hundred-thousand-dollar car sitting in the driveway. The grin that filled his face was a pure one that he rarely directed towards the trailer.

He ran inside, nearly flinging the door out of its frame. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

The brunette jumped up quickly to hug him. "We only just decided to come out this morning." She pressed a kiss on his cheek and Oikawa beamed.

"I missed you so much, Eilana." Releasing his sister, he dropped a hand on his nephew's hair, ruffling it. "You're getting so big. I can't believe you're thirteen."

Yuya, his brother-in-law, stood to hug him and for the first time he saw the little girl in the man's arms.

"Who's this?"

"This is Rin, our daughter. " The little girl in question peeked at him from under wavy, black hair with golden-brown eyes.

Oikawa smiled at her, flipping up a peace sign out of habit. "Hi, Rin, I'm your Uncle Tooru."

She giggled and hid her face in her father's neck.

Someone cleared their throat and Oikawa grimaced.

"Tooru, did you pay rent?" His dad's eyes were fixed on him and the message was clear; don't make me beat you in front of your sister. Eilana idolized their parents. She didn't know what they made Oikawa do. He'd tried hard to keep it that way.

"N-not yet. I was going to do it on the way to school tomorrow."

"You'll do it tongiht after your sister leaves."

"Yes, sir."

The six of them squeezed into the tiny living room. Eilana talked about the success of her business and Oikawa felt the weight of his father's eyes judging him, ridiculing him for not being as successful. She turned the attention to him.

"You've only got one semester left, right?"

"At the community college, yeah. Then it's off to university for four more."

"I don't know how you're ever going to afford it. You're such a screw up of a son you can barely afford rent half the time."

His foul mood returned. "That's because I'm always buying your alcohol and whores." The comment was out before he could stop it.

His dad's expression tightened as his hand closed in Oikawa's hair and he slammed his face into the end table. "What did you say, you little shit? I'll teach you to talk back to me." Oikawa clenched his teeth, feeling the blade of a knife drag across his lips.

"Dad, stop it!" Eilana was tugging on his arm when he snapped it back, fist making contact with her eye.

"You don't touch her!" Oikawa tackled his dad back, fists flying in a blind fury.

Rin was crying merely feet away while Yuya pulled Oikawa off the unconscious man.

"Takeru, take Rin to the car," Eilana directed, holding a hand to her eye. He hesitated. "Take your sister to the car now!" The boy scooped ehr up and ran out the door.

Oikawa reached for Eilana, fingers fumbling over the bruise darkening around her eye. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Eilana." Blood ran down his chin and she forced her handkerchief to his mouth, placing his own hand over it to hold it there.

Yuya grabbed Oikawa and turned him to face him. "Get your things. All of them. You're not staying here anymore."

The door opened again, his mother. She shrieked upon seeing her husband. "You shitty son! What did you do? After all we've done for you, this is how you repay us?"

His sister stood. "Go get your stuff, Tooru." She waited until he began climbing over the heap in the second bedroom to continue. "What have you actually done for him, mother? Abuse him like I just saw dad do? Well, find a new punching bag because you are never going to lay a finger on him again. You're never even going to see him, or us, or the kids ever again."

Oikawa smiled, listening to her. Tears welled in his eyes. He returned with two bags and the three of them made it out to the car without being stopped.

Finally, he was leaving the trailer park without having to ever return and he couldn't be happier.