I Found What I Was Missing

Chapter 84: Three Mistakes

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF ABUSE!

Three Mistakes

Denki woke with a long, drawn out groan, his head throbbed in time with his heartbeat, eyes sensitive to the bright room, even with the curtains closed, the sun still managed to penetrate the material to shine right into his eyes and worsen his headache. His stomach growled with hunger, yet churned with the need to vomit, his body felt week like he had run a marathon or was recovering from the flu. All in all, Denki felt like shit.

He sighed through his mouth, long and suffering as he gazed up at the ceiling, desperately trying to recollect his memories of what had happened the night before. He could clearly remember his argument with Hitoshi and running out of the house, and he could blurrily remember his bath with Killua and Touya and going to bed with Hitoshi, because his alpha had looked so fucking tired. The rest in-between was a complete blur.

Glancing at Hitoshi whom was fast asleep beside him, Denki decided to try and retrace his footsteps, so to speak. Okay, he had left the house, ignoring Killua’s and Eijirou’s worried shouting of his name, running down the street and passing through several back alleys once he reached the city. He was pretty sure he ducked into a bar, hoping the strong stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke would cover up his scent should Gon come looking for hm.

He lingered in the bar for about thirty minutes before some greasy older gentleman offered to buy him a drink. He looked like he might have been part of some biker gang, with the leather jacket and copious amounts of chains dangling from his tight jeans, but Denki didn’t want to judge. After some consideration, he had shrugged and accepted the gracious offer.

The guy ended buying him more than just a few drinks, and after a while, when the room started to spin a bit every time he turned his head too fast, Denki considered the fact that maybe the guy wanted more out of him than just his conversational skills. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but the guy paid for one last round of drinks and offered to take Denki home. He had shrugged and given his parents’ house address to the guy.

He experienced the most thrilling ride ever on a motorcycle, clutching tightly to the guy’s waist as he giggled with joy, not missing the fact that the guy seemed to take a longer route to the mansion. Afterwards, he dropped Denki off at the gate with a brief explanation that Denki had seemed incredibly sad to him and like he could use a couple of drinks and good company before he left with a bidding of goodnight and well wishes. What a nice guy that was.

Denki had meandered his way up the long drive way, opening the massive front doors to his parents fighting, again. He walked into the kitchen where they were having their ridiculously repetitive screaming match, offering a half-hearted greeting before the shouts were directed at him to not interfere, and where he had been and why did he smell like a brewery? Denki’s father had rather violently shoved him out of the kitchen with an order to stop being in the way and just go to his room.

Denki had sighed, turning his back on his parents and climbing the stairs up to his bedroom, all the while listening to them shouting at each other about how much they hated one another and how they’d wished they’d never met. Denki often found himself wishing the same. His parents never should have met, never should have married for the sake of public image and money, and they especially never should have conceived and had him. Sometimes, Denki wished his parents were more like Gon and Killua, or Ei’s parents. Fuck, even Katsuki’s parents were better than his.

Despite it all though, between Shoto’s parents’ physical and mental abuse towards him and his siblings and Killua’s absolute nightmarish upbringing, Denki felt he had no right to complain. Instead of going to his room like he was ordered to, Denki snuck into his father’s study, found his liquor cabinet and stole one of the bottles sat in the very back. He snuck off into his room and locked the door behind him where he slumped onto his bed and started drinking.