Unpredictable (Saiki Kusuo X Reader)

Six

A/N: So I usually don't like to put authors notes before a chapter but because this particular part of the story is very heavy, I just wanted to give you fair warning. This chapter deals with some very heavy topics such as flashbacks and panic attacks. If you are sensitive to this kind of stuff, I put bold messages before and after the most intense scenes, however you can skip the whole chapter if you'd like. I'll be posting the next part just a few minutes after this one goes up with a brief summary of what happened in this chapter. Sorry for the long note. Be safe my friends <3

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of abuse/neglect, anxiety/panic, flashback, alchoholism

You've been tossing and turning for the last 3 hours, unable to get any sleep. You blame it on the fact that Saiki made you rest all day, but you can't ignore the fact that your mind is racing too. Everytime you think you're close to falling asleep, He pops into your mind again. You know it's probably just your anxiety, but you can't seem to shake the feeling that He's close by.

You glance at the clock and see that it's already 2am. With a grumble, you decide to get up and check out some of the novels in the room, hoping that it will provide you with some sort of distraction. As you move the covers off your body, you place your feet on the ground as quietly as you can, wanting to avoid the possibility of waking someone up. You make your way towards the shelf and grab the first book you see. You examine it and realize that it's in Japanese. You sigh to yourself before an idea pops into your brain. Practicing your reading skills would be a perfect distraction! After grabbing a few more books, you walk over to the desk, moving a few things aside to make room for your late night study session. As you are making space, one of the records on the desk falls to the floor. You reach down to pick it up and your eyes wander to the bed. You are now peering beneath it, and you can feel panic start to rise in your stomach.

[POSSIBLY TRIGGERING FLASHBACK HERE! IT WILL INCLUDE A DESCRIPTION OF A PANIC ATTACK SO BE WARNED! I'll put another bold message when the scene is done so you can skip this part if you want]

You frantically glance around the room, looking for a place to hide. You have to figure it out quickly though; you can hear Him coming. Suddenly, He starts pounding on the door, screaming insults, ordering you to 'open up'. You watch as the door shakes in its frame, paralyzed for a moment, before you dive under the bed without a second thought. As if on cue, the wood on the door splinters and He punches again and again and again until there's a spot large enough for Him to fit His hand through. He reaches for the doorknob and unlocks it, twisting the thing before slamming the door open. As soon as He enters the room, you can smell the alcohol. It's so strong that you have to hold back a gag.

"WHERE ARE YOU HIDING YOU BITCH!" He shouts, rage radiating from His whole being. You instinctively cower, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You watch as His boots stomp past the bed, noticing how they make the whole floor shake with each step.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE!" He bellows again, voice laced with hatred. He storms around the room for what seems like an eternity before His voice softens.

"Come on I just wanna talk," His footsteps falter before He starts walking toward the bed, stopping right in front of it.

"I'm sorry for shouting, will you please come out?" You hold your breath. You're not going to fall for that trick again. He moves to sit on the bed and you feel His weight shift on the mattress. You try not to move, to breathe.

Above you, you can hear Him sigh. You stare at His boots, unable to think properly. You just pray that you'll make it out of this alive. He has always been known to act like this; angry one minute, soft the next and vice versa. You know that this 'gentle' side won't last much longer.