d e a r d i a r y - Bakukami

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(Warning: slight abuse)

Dear Diary,

Today, it's been three months since me and Hitoshi have been together. And if I'm honest with you, I've never felt so happy. He's a sweet, funny, lovable, vulnerable, adorable, just an amazing guy in general! I guess I have to go, my parents need me.
-D.K
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The blonde boy closed the journal, setting it under his bed. He, of course, didn't want his parents to know about the journal. Not wanting them to know he's currently in a relationship. Hell, he didn't even want them to know he's gay. The poor boy would get beat to death... well, close to death.

Denki ran downstairs, seeing something he usually saw. His drunk parents. He turned around, not trying to be seen in their sight but, failed. His stepfather pulled him back by the hood of his hoodie, throwing him to the ground. Denki groaned, quickly trying to scramble back onto his feet. His stepfather kicked him in his stomach, making the young teen fall back down.

"We told you to clean the house." His mother slurred. "I-I did." He stuttered a little, sitting up slowly. "No you didn't!" His abusive stepfather said, raising his voice ever so slightly. Denki then felt his hair being pulled, having his body dragged up. His face was inches away from his mother. "God, you can't even clean the house, you're such a mistake. I regret having you." She spat out, her breath wreaking like alcohol, making Denki gag a little.

"I-I'll clean the house for you, ma'am." He said. It was upsetting that he had to call them "sir" and "ma'am". It was upsetting that he was hit on a daily basis, that he was the one who pays for things. He doesn't want to live this life.

His mother pushed him down to the floor, turning around to leave. "We're leaving for two hours, this place better be clean." She said before, stumbling to the door. She was swinging from side to side. The door slammed shut, making him jump. He sighed softly, walking off to clean the house. He hated his life.

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