I Found What I Was Missing

Chapter 85: A Fucked Up Day

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE!

A Fucked Up Day

This day was a total fuck up, Denki decided as his eyes fluttered open for the second time that day, head throbbing for an entirely different reason this time. He was laying on his back on his bedroom floor, vision fuzzy as he blinked a few times until he could focus on his ceiling. His body hurting was the first thing he noticed. The second being that his room was getting darker as the sun set, his bedroom door was wide open, and his father was laying in a heap in the hall.

What the fuck happened? Denki groaned as he sat up, his ribs ached as his forehead stung. He brought his fingers up to the stinging spot, hissing at the burn he felt before lowering his hand. His fingertips came back wet and sticky, stained with a dark liquid that Denki could only assume was blood. His father groaned, and Denki’s heart leapt up in his throat.

That’s right, Denki remembered as he stumbled to his feet, ignoring the fact that the room spun with the sudden action as he swung the door shut, locking it in the process. He had come home to the place destroyed. Denki whimpered as he pressed his back to the door, sliding down and bringing his knees up to his chest, hugging his legs as he listened to his father waking up.

His father had been in his study, a glass of dark liquor in his hand. Denki had approached him, asking what was wrong and where his mother was. Usually, when their fights turned this violent, Denki’s mother would spend hours cleaning up the resulting mess of their arguments, but this time, she wasn’t seen. Denki’s father had told him that she left, and that it was his fault.

Confused, Denki had only stood and watched as his father approach him, unsure what the man meant, until an empty bottle had connected with the side of his head. His father had been on top of him the second he hit the floor, landing punch after punch on his dazed son, shouting accusations at him as he stood up and started kicking Denki in the stomach and ribs.

It was his fault she left, it was his fault that their marriage was falling apart, and they were no longer happy. It was Denki’s fault his father’s business had acquired so much debt and fallen into bankruptcy. Every little thing that had gone wrong in their lives was his fault. Denki had turned onto his back and kicked his father in the stomach, throwing the man off his feet.

Denki scrambled up onto his feet, stumbling out of the room, heart pounding and adrenaline pumping, he tried to make snap second decision on where to go. The stairs, or his room? His room was closer, if he could just get there, he could lock himself in and climb out the window. He didn’t want to use his quirk until it was absolutely necessary, his dad had the same quirk as him, but weaker than Denki’s. He didn’t really want to hurt his dad.

Denki had made it to his room until that same bottle was thrown at his head, causing him to fall over as his vision swam. His father picked the bottle up again, using it to hit Denki in the side of the head twice before he was sent flying back, twitching as Denki’s electricity sparked on his skin. Denki crawled further into his room before he lost consciousness.

What was wrong with his father!? He had officially gone insane, and Denki has never been more terrified in his entire life. Realistically, he knew he should be able to handle this, he fought villains daily, he could easily win a fight against his father, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. To him, at that moment, his father was more terrifying than even the most powerful villain.

Denki whimpered, clamping his hands over his ears as his father started banging on his door, shouting him to stop being such a pussy and face him like a man. His words were slurred, and he was clearly still drunk. Denki looked up, of course, his window! He could climb out and run to safety! Denki scrambled over to his window, ripping the curtains away, only to see that there were bars placed over his only means of escape.