We're All Naughty Here | Diabolik Lovers x Reader

I

The silence was unbearable. Ordered not to speak, not to make a peep as we ate.

It was just you and your mother, just you and her. Why did elegance have to mean so much?

You mustn't have noticed that you were staring for too long, because she stared back at you. "It's not ladylike to stare." She informed, the neat tied up hairdo your mother formed into your [h/c] locks was unpleasant and tight.

The dress she picked out for you was also tightly plastered onto your body, and the color was least of your favorites. You have never gotten to choose what you have wanted to wear, or just how to dress. You've never dressed yourself into something you wanted!

Did your mother think of you as a some dirty teenage girl? Like everybody else in this town. It was never your fault, you were told to say and do certain things. But... you didn't remember who it was that told you. Your father? That scumbag excuse of a father could've influenced you.

"Mother," You started, "May I go outside?" You just couldn't help your naturally cold tone.

She gave you a puzzled look before silently mocking you between her words. "You will make your dress filthy and ripped, you must stay in here until it's time to attend the party. You wouldn't want your betrothed to see you as a dirt whore now. You don't want to extend your filthy title, do you?"

Her words against mine. Like all the time. 'Rub my forcefully given title as a child into my face and call it 'whoreful.' "My betrothed can suck it if all I care." You weren't thinking... but these weird dreams were you caught glimpses of human-like creatures crossed your mind.

The next thing you knew the woman sitting across from you raised her hand and slapped you dead across the face. A red hand mark leading it's way to your [s/c] skin as you refused to cup your now red cheek.

"Such indecent words... this is not how I raised you." Your mother snapped with her usual tone of voice, but she was angrier this time.

The hinge on the table caught onto your dress as you stood up, not slowly as you were supposed to, the ruffles tore off with a single tug. You gasped, "{y/n}, look what you've done!"

Even if it was just small tears on this dress, it was now completely ruined. "Uh—whatever. I never wanted to marry that greedy rich boy anyway." You quietly uttered to your mother, causing the dress to tear even more as you turned.

"Look what you've done, Child. The dress was irreplaceable, it was designed for you. But I should've know better than to give something so special to my daughter who has sinned seven years ago. Disgusting!"

Your face melted into one of sadness, anger, and disloyalty. Her true colors. What your mother really thought of you all these years. A little girl who has sinned because of something bad you were taught to do and say. 'I never asked for this.'

You brought shame, that's fine.

Mother didn't plan to stop screaming at you, and now your dress is ruined.

'I have to get out of here.'

You dashed out the back door of the mansion while your mother screamed for you to come back. All you're going to leave her to do is call off your attendance for the party.

Just your luck, today was one of those frigid days outdoors. The temperature was below freezing.

The bleak, bitter weather reflected your inner state of mind. You are the reason why mother has turned so cold. Where did father go? Didn't he love you and mother like he said he did?