A collapsing star

Chapter 6

3rd POV

Bakugo is running down a street. He hasn't stopped running to catch his breath even once. The thought of being more late than he already is, is blocking his mind. He can't think of anything else, but the punishment he's about to get. Even though there's a chance his 'father' hasn't reached the house yet, he's still scared to death. He knows his 'father', he knows he'll get a beating even thought he reaches the house first.
He's almost home. Bakugo's heart is pounding in his chest. His lungs, aching because of the lack of oxygen. His whole body already hurting to the point he just wants to take his own life.

When he finally reaches his house, he falls to his knees, panting and sweating. He tries to catch his breath, as he gets up from the ground and stumble over to the door, not noticing the car in the driveway. His clothes are dirty. His hair, messy and muddy. His face, sore, beaten, with an anxious, tired and scared expression on it. When he's about to reach for the doorknob, the door flung open. Bakugo flinches when a strong arm grabbed his jacket arm, and pulled him onto the small house. He lands on his stomach after tripping on a pair of old shoes. He tries to get up, but his body won't allow him to.

"Get up, you weak little shit!" His 'father' screams at him.

Without even waiting a second for Bakugo to get up, he looses his patience. He's dragging Bakugo up the stairs by his hair, but no sound could be heard. Knowing everything will get worse if he talks, he only let out muffled 'hngh' through his gritting teeth every time his back hits the hard staircase.

When they get to the top of the staircase, his 'father' tosses him into Bakugo's bedroom on the left. It's just a small bed (blanket and pillows on a mattress on the floor) a lamp with dim light shining trough a layer of gray fabric. A small bathroom with a sink, a toilet, a little drawer with clothes in it and a shower. There's also a black desk, taking a small part of the little space left. There's a black carpet covering the floor. It has dried blood on it.
Bakugo is, again, laying on his stomach. His arms lying on the sides of his head. His hands clenched into a fists, if only he dared use it to protect himself. Silent tears streaming down from his shut eyes and down at the hard, cold floor. The door to the bedroom slammed close with a loud bang.

Bakugo POV

The cold floor of my bedroom I'm currently lying on feels good against my pounding head. I can feel wet tears fall from my eyes. I'm used to the beatings now, but it still scares me the same amount as the first time he lost his temper. It didn't end well.

Suddenly, I hear a loud bang coming from behind me. I was about to turn to lay on my back to get a better chance on defending myself, and to get a better view, when I felt someone sit on my back, crushing me with all the sudden weight.

"Ngh-" I quickly cover my mouth.

"You little ungrateful brat." He hissed. He grab my hair and press my face hard against the ground. His other hand grabbed one of my wrists, leaning on it. My hands are still clenched I can feel my fingernails digging onto the palm of my hands. I'm so scared.

'Just keep your mouth shut, and it'll be over soon.'

"Where have you been!? Huh?! Probably out with another gross faggot that deserves to burn in hell with you." He tightened his grip, on both my hair and my wrist while pressing my head harder against the floor. "You're gross. You're useless. You're a fucking mistake! You're the reason your mother left me!"
With that as his last sentence, he let go and got off of me. He turned to walk out the door.

*sigh* "Finally..." I froze. My eyes widened.

"What did you say, bastard?"

'No. Fuck. No. Nonono. Please...no.'

I turn around with tears in my eyes. My wrist is red and my body is shaking. His eyes full of hate and disgust. Then, I heard a loud sound of skin hitting skin. He had slapped me across my face. Other than my head after the sudden slap, my body is completely frozen.

"Stand up." He said, with a stern tone. I did as he told me, only to get punched down again. This time he hit me in my stomach. I clenched my stomach from the sudden impact. He told me to stand up again, and I obeyed; again, only to get punched back down. This continued for a while. Throughout the whole beating, I didn't dare look at him. When he felt satisfied with his 'work', he left me on the floor, panting and gasping for air. Every time I inhale and exhale, it feels like my body is going to break. I'm lying on the floor with blood covering my body and sight. I can feel the taste of blood in my mouth as he repeatedly slapped and punched me in the face.

'This is just a normal day. Man up! This is normal. You deserve the beatings you get everyday. You deserve what Midoriya is doing to you. Yo-I...deserve all the pain. Ugh, why am I so useless...?'

As I grip the sheets on my bed for support, I slowly try to get up. After a while of struggling and pain I finally get on my feet. I can feel warm liquid dripping from my face as I limp my way over to my small, blue bathroom. Everything hurts. It's all my fault, thought. I got what I deserved, I disobeyed him.

'You're truly worthless. A nobody who deserves to die.'

"...I know." I whisper to myself as I walk into the, now warm, shower. I wince as the water hits my bruised and beaten skin.

After showering I dry myself and walk over to my brown drawer. After putting on a black tank top and some sweatpants, I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My whole face is completely red and bruised. My eyes are swollen and one of them is black from all the punches my 'father' landed on my face. My nose looks broken, but it's probably not. My lip is also swollen and blood is coming out of the many cuts.

'You look horrible. Ugly piece of shit!'

Looking away from my (ugly) reflection, I rinsed and plastered my cuts and walk out of my bathroom and over to my bed.

'You'll never be able to be loved by anyone. Your own family can't even look at you without almost throwing up.'

"Please...stop." I'm laying under my blanket with my arms blocking my ears, desperately trying to block out the voice.

'You should kill yourself, already. Why are you even alive? The solution is so easy, everything will be over in seconds.'

"I-I don't know..." My arms slowly lets go of my head, as the thought of not existing anymore relaxes me.

"Maybe I should...no! I can't..." One last tear run down my cheek before I slowly drift off to sleep, with a certain half white, half red haired boy on my mind.

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