✞ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ [ᴅᴀʙɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]✞

Chapter III

Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!

You called the paramedic's faster than the damn flash. They had arrived in under twenty minute's. Your mother had been brought in for questioning since she was the only one who had truly been there before anyone else.

"Son of a bitch.." You thought. When your sister was quickly being driven to the hospital and with your mother going to the police station, you had decided to call your brother's teacher.

"This motherfucker better pick the fu-" You started, but soon got caught off.

"Mrs.Hamada speaking." Your former third grade teacher had said, in her usual monotone voice.

"Mrs.Hamada, it's [Y/N], I'm calling about my brother." You said with gritted teeth.

"Ah, Mrs.[L/N], It's nice to hear from you again, but what exactly do you want?" She questioned with obvious annoyance.

Long story short, you hated this bitch with ever god damn bone in your body. She is known to be Mrs.Pantiesinatwist. There isn't only one reason you hate her though. She would make you stay after class for something as simple as breathing. She would constantly remind you of how much you resembled your father. She would constantly be a snobby bitch. If anything, she reminded you of your father, not the other way around.

"WeLl, Mrs.Pa-Hamada, I wanted to see if you could watch over my brother until around six o' clock?" You said trying to not go over to the school and burn the whole damn building down, well after you got your brother out, of course.

"I don't see why not, but only because he's more tolerable than you ever were" She said in her, once again, annoying monotone voice.

"Great, thank you Mrs.Hamada" You internally cringed, since you had never thanked her before, but then again she was a bitch.

Before she could say anything else, you hung up. You could tell she was glaring at the phone, but you could care less.

Now that, that was over with, you now had one job. Find that motherfucker that hurt your sister and maybe, I don't know, Kill him? You had alway's despised the hero life. Your father is the one who made you realize how fake it was. All the fake smile's and fake generosity. To you, it was sickening. You wanted all the fake heroes to finally be seen for their true selves, but who would trust the number two heroes daughter? Who knew that later that day, was the day you finally decided to run away from the loneliness, mistreatment, lie's, all of it.

To Be Continued

Jk y'all I'm not cruel ack shit i feel like y'all would be hit in the feel's later in this, but bwahahahahah bitch SURPRISE plus it's only the third chapter so let's get some sAuCy action

Three Hour's Later

You watched as Touya was confessing to the "love of his life" Vanessa. You had zoned out, so when you came back to reality you saw Touya crying. Suck's for him. You tried not to care and successfully walked away without engulfing him in a hug. He broke your heart and your pride, so making him suffer was only payback. It may seem cruel, but who cares? You were naturally a care-free cruel person. You walked around the corner and saw something that made your whole body fill with rage. You saw Vanessa kissing some dude against a damn wall. Not to mention a dumbass looking dude, but anyway why not test father's training.

You activated your wind quirk and knocked her off her feet. She landed on her ass and hit her back on the wall she was pushed against. She started crying because she "broke her back" and let me just say, her crying wasn't very nice to look at. You didn't care though, you just walked away while your former classmate cried like a baby who just lost her pacifier.

To Be Continued
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I changed the bItCheS name to Vanessa because idk I like the name ack so yee and anyway how long hard it been since I updated? Eh who cares anyway y'all Vanessa can go fuck herself even tho it's someone I totally made up no offense tho if your name is Vanessa also fucking love the song above don't judge mE

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its so Bootiful *cri*

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