Sold ~ TodoBakuDeku

Chapter: 1

I did not go into detail in this chapter on purpose. I literally can not stand rape, it disgusts me. I made it as quick as possible without having to reread over it, but it was solely for the plot.

Also, TW, rape, abuse, harsh topics..

(What a way to introduce the story😂^)

3rd POV

"Momma?" The little boy shook his mom's cold body. At just the age of 3, Izuku had come down stairs to see his mother covered in blood on the floor with a bullet in her head. Being so young he didn't know what it meant. He didn't know what it meant when the cops came, carrying him out, he didn't know what it meant when his mother was carried away on a stretcher with a sheet over her body, he didn't know what it meant when he was sat down in a police officers office with a blanket wrapped around him. He didn't know what it meant when he was being sent to his dad's house either. All he knew was that his mother didn't go with him.
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(Izuku is 18 now, for clarification. Later on, when Shoto and Katsuki show up, they will be 20. No one is underaged.)

15 years later and Izuku Midoriya still had no recollection of that day, no memories of his mother, he didn't even know what she looked like. But it was fine. He knew better than to go meddling in business that involved his mother.

"IZUKU."

Izuku's father yelling was something that often occurred. In fact, if Hisashi didn't ever tell, Izuku might've been surprised. But after being locked in his home for years without anyone other than his father as an influence, he never really knew it was a bad thing. He thought it was normal, he was told it was how all households acted.

Izuku didn't bother yelling back. When he yelled, or talked unless spoke to, he got in trouble. Instead Izuku ran down the stairs finding his father in the kitchen.

Izuku's POV-

"Make me some breakfast." My father demanded.

"Yes sir," I mumbled, I knew if I spoke up too loud the daily beating would be bad, but if I didn't speak at all, the daily beating would continue to just an inch of my life.

I quickly made some eggs, scrambled, got him some cereal, and made him some toast with strawberry jelly, just the way he likes it. This was something that came naturally, my ability to cook. It was the only useful thing I could do though, seeing as I was underweight and weak when it came to anything concerning manual labor.

I felt like I was forgetting something but I just kept going, spreading his breakfast out in front of him. Honestly, it smelt amazing, I wish I could have some, but I knew the rules. One meal a week. I already had mine days ago.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my cheek, but I didn't let the tears fall, I just held my cheek.

"You bitch." Father spat. "It looks like selling you was the right choice. You can't even make my breakfast correctly. Coffee remember, and you forgot the milk in my cereal!" My dad snapped, indicating I best do what he said. I did, but something was on my mind, I didn't even notice me pouring orange juice into dad's cereal.

I couldn't register him telling me to stop either.

"THAT'S IT!" My father screamed, grabbing me by the neck, throwing me across he room. Though I made no sound, I had grown used to it.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN GOOD FOR ANYMORE, YOU CAN'T DO ONE THING RIGHT! PACK YOUR FUCKING BAGS, YOUR NEW OWNERS SHOULD BE HERE TOMORROW. YOU'LL BE SLEEPING OUTSIDE!" I immediately started moving, trying to avoid what was likely going to happen next. "However, I can't let my only child go without a proper goodbye."