*DISCONTINUED* Stolen (Todoroki Shouto x Reader)

Ch. 2

(Y/n pov)

'Is he actually coming' I thought to myself.
'I need to ask. No, I have to.' I convince myself to ask him my questions during dinner tonight. Last time wasn't so pretty...

~Flash back~
(At the age of nine)

"Father" I had said raspily after all the crying I had to ask him
"Why couldn't I go to mothers funeral?"
I say just before I start sobbing again.
He didn't have a response, so I asked again.
"Daddy, why couldn't I-"
I was cut off by a strick swing in the stomach by the knee.
Instead of that question I asked
"Where is mommy buried?"
He then after that question he gave me slap on my right cheek, that time he hit me so hard I'm for sure that there was to be a cut.
After that, I'd had wanted to ask one more question but to be nocked out.
Before I knew anything, I was at my grandma's house. Tucked away, in a bed. As soon as I had gotten up. I quickly fell back into my
'Dream-land' full of all the happy things I could have, but don't.

~Flashback over~

As I get into my normal clothes for dinner with my so-called 'father' and my happy-go-lucky grandma. Soon after getting ready I practice my cards. Ready if anything happens, as I sometimes am, alert. I can't trust that man if it is the last thing I do. He doesn't really come over unless I have 'quirk' questions, getting my abilities from him.

*creaking door noise*

As I see my 'dad' walk through my door, he said "I'll tell you the answers to all of your questions if after this you let me tell you about your quirk.", I responded with a "how do I know you are not lying?". He had told me that​ "I'll tell you about that after I answer all of your questions Y/n."

"Where is she buried?"
"She wasn't buried."
"Why couldn't I go to the funeral with you?"
"There never was one to attend."
"Then why tell my that there was one?"
"To protect you."
"Protect me. *laughs*. Like fucking hell you would. Remember, back then, when I first asked you those questions. I ended up getting a scare I'll take with me for the rest of my tired, scared, pathetic life!"
"Look sweethea-"
"Stop, that was a name only my 'father' would call me a obviously you are not him"

"SHE'S IN A MENTAL HEALTH CARE HOSPITAL, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL MIGHT CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" he said with a tear running down his cheek. "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean to hit you. I jus-" I interrupted him with a hug and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." As we hugged out our problems through the night until grandma had woken us up from our slumber with the aroma of banana pancakes.

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