𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 || 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐊𝐔

CHAPTER 8

Izuku kicked the door as hard as he could and to his surprise, it opened. He chuckled quietly to himself and ran to where he already know his dad was. That damn chair.

And when he got there, who was there? His dad— duh.

But it seemed he was passed out from too much alcohol again. Guess why he didn't move when the he kicked the door open- there was a spilled alcohol bottle laying on the floor.

This is it. After all the years of abuse he can finally end it.

He felt slightly anxious but the adrenaline flowing through his veins distracted him from it.

.....

He needs to be awake. So he can feel the pain I have felt for all these years.

Izuku proceeded to smack his dad across the face harshly and quickly wrap his hands around his throat.

His dad's eyes sluggishly opened and quickly widened in fear as he realized what was happening.

The fear on his dad's face made Izuku's face automatically curl into a grin and he stared into his dad's fearful eyes with his own wide open, crazed ones.

"Hey father. How does it feel, hm?" He whispered softly.

His dad glared at him, his face starting to turn an ugly bluish color as he suffocated.

"Hey, hey! No dying yet! I'm not finished." The last word was filled with malice as he lightened his grip on his neck.

Before his dad could even try to get away, the shiny knife flashed across his vision before he got stabbed in the arm. He yelped in pain.

The rush of causing others pain.. how his eyes widen in fear.. the way he screamed.. it feels.. AMAZING.

Izuku laughed madly and started rapidly stabbing his dad in multiple places, straying away from stabbing any of his vital organs. He needed to be in pain as long as possible. The blood spilled onto the floor as his dad screamed.

Izuku kept stabbing until he started to get impatient.

His screams were dying out.

Time to end it.

Izuku smirked slightly and looked his dad in the eyes, slowly moving his hand away from his neck.

"You deserve this, asshole. I hope you burn in Hell."

In an instant, his knife flashed through the air and his dad's head went flying. Izuku let out a satisfied giggle as he watched his head roll until it came to a halt. There was blood all over the alcohol stained carpet.

He's dead.

He's DEAD!

He fell to the ground and started laughing uncontrollably, gripping at his hair.

He couldn't stop laughing for a straight 5 minutes..

HIS DAD IS DEAD!

NEXT STOP.. heh. He wasn't sure..

And then he decided to do one more thing before he ran.

His eyes darted around the room for a moment before he noticed something.

He took advantage of the puddle of blood on the hard wood and started smearing a single word onto the wall.

D
E
K
U

He chuckled at his own handy work before going to his room and packing. He didn't have much- He changed into a red t-shirt, black hoodie, and black sweatpants and threw his notebooks, a pencil, a few pocket knives, his huge knife, his wallet, and clothes into his bag.

He went back in the living room and looked out the window.

Nighttime...? Oh. Well at least everyone's asleep. Coast is clear..

He opened the door and took one last look at the house.

The house where he had been abused..

But..

Also where he used to be happy..

I'm sorry mom..

He smiled shakily to himself before throwing his hood up and running.

[To the people saying they want to recreate this I'm perfectly fine with that! Probably gonna look better than mine- lmao-]

And we end on a depressing note- as always-
Poor Deku- at least he doesn't have to deal with his idiot dad anymore
I drew some art for this chapter cuz WHY NOT- I accidentally made his neck too long so now he looks like a fucking giraffe- hands are a pain in the ass.
Also-
I have to do 20 laps in the pool for a P.E. test and I'm dead inside- big sad :(
Mmk bye-

-Kk