To Fear or Be Feared || Umeji Kizuguchi x Reader || COMPLETED ✓

CHP. 3 • Home Sweet Home •

Y/N rushed home as fast as her legs could carry her. There was no doubt that she would be late, but at least she hoped that her father wouldn't react as badly if she made it a little bit earlier. She opened the door quietly and quickly snuck inside, hoping that her father fell asleep and didn't notice her absence. Y/N rushed to turn on the stove, in an attempt to make lunch quicker, however she didn't get very far when suddenly-

*SMACK*

Y/N was hit across the head with a rough, callous hand. She quickly scrambled to get away from the source of the blow but she didn't manage to get very far when the same hand grasped her by the neck. Y/N gasped, bringing her hands up to tug at the tight grip on her neck, but to no avail.

"Why are you late?" demanded a strict voice from above her. When Y/N failed to answer she was once again met with a hit to the head.

"Well!? Don't make me repeat myself!"

"I-I don't have... an excuse" Y/N grounded out, visibly struggling to breath as she fear and anxiety kicked in. She heard her father growl in anger before one of her hands were roughly grasped and stretched towards the burning stove. Y/N tried to repress her yelps of pain as her upper arm made contact with the sweltering metal. A sickening hissing noise filled the air along with a nauseating burning aroma. Tears streamed down Y/N's face as she tried but failed to keep them down. Her father scoffed and roughly pushed her down to the ground. Y/N fell with a loud crash.

"This is what you get for being late" he sneered, before throwing a pot at her face. Thankfully, Y/N managed to catch it before it hit her. She stared her father down with a tear-streaked glare and quickly got up to her feet to begin making lunch. She swiftly whipped her tears and worked through the searing pain in her left arm. After she was done she ate as fast as she could, before making her way upstairs to begin homework.

The pain in her arm didn't go away but it wasn't until much later, when her father went to bed that she actually checked it out in the mirror. Y/N's eyes widened as she examined the burn. It appeared to be very bad and blood had managed to stain her uniform. There was a large, ugly red hole in her arm, spreading from her elbow almost all the way to her shoulder.

Y/N winced and quickly got to work. She placed some gauze on the burn and wrapped it up with some clean bandages. She took she white shirt from her uniform and soaked it in cold water before rubbing it with a bar of soap. She smiled smugly when she noticed that the stain came off almost immediately. Y/N packed away the first aid kit and walked back to her room to hang up her school shirt on the radiator. She sighed in relief and got changed into her turquois pyjamas. She lifted the covers over her head and closed her eyes, wincing slightly as she accidentally jostled her left arm.

"Good night Y/N" she whispered to herself in the darkness, before heavy sleep finally took over her body.