Hopeful (completed)

Hurt

Third POV

Izuku was only four when he saw the true colors of the world. When Izuku was four his father beat his mother for as he said "Bring a useless child into this world." Izuku tried to stop his dad. "Leave mommy alone your hurting her" he said, this only cost his father to grab Izuku by the neck. "You worthless piece of shit. You were afoset to be my one way out of this dump." He said yelling at the kid. He threw Izuku into the wall. Which cost the small child to go unconscious.

Izuku father picked him up ignoring Inko(if that's not how you spell it please let me know) screams. He went to the basement. Where a bed was in the middle of the room. He threw the unconscious child on the bed. And chained both the child feet to the bed. That way he could sit up and move backwards but couldn't get out the bed. He then walked back up the stairs from the basement and closed the door.

(Time Skip Izuku POV)

I woke up and my head hurt. I sat up to realize I'm on a bed. I tried to get out but my feet where chained. I got scared. "Mommy" I said. I herd a door open. I saw dad coming down the stairs. "You pice of shit is finally awake." He said. "D..dad w..why a..m I here. W...Why a...are my feet chained." I asked stuttering. "Who the fuck told you to speak." He said "N..No one but...." *Slap* he 'slapped me.' tears started forming in my eyes. "You useless pice of shit. I'll make my money worth out of you." He said than went back up stairs. That's was when it started my life in hell.

(Time Skip Izuku now 6)

I was on the bed. I haven't been off this bed or seen the outside world since I was four. Father came down. They say years of abuse you get use to it. Well there wrong. He came down with his same sickening smile. "I have a new way to get money from you now." He said. I started backing up untill I hit the back board. "I found people who would pay just hurt you." He said. I stared wide eyes. "The first client is already here." He said leaving. The next thing I know is a man with a black suite. He looked about thirty. He had the same sickening smile as my father. "Hi little boy." I shook in fear. Than my dad came back down with a tray. Full of knifes, meddles, and other torturing tools. And sat them by the bed. Then smirked. "Have fun" he said then left. This only made my shaking worse. The man grabbed a knife wasting no time slashing me with it. "Ahhhhhh" I screamed. Blood all I saw was blood coming out. With every slash and cut. Constantly stabbing I screamed. Blood was everywhere. I lost conscience.