Perfect (Akaashi x Reader)

Broken

(TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse and violence- mentions of rape)

(Your POV)

"Hello Dad,"

Dad...? The one who's abusive and an alcoholic? Yeah no kidding I smell it from here, I wrinkle my nose.

"What do you want?" Keiji asks his father. I stay silent, not wanting to make it worse.

"Nothing boy, don't always assume I want something from you," his father snaps.

"Where's Mom?" He asks.

"In the bedroom,"

Keiji scowls, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" His father yells, chucking the now empty beer bottle at him. Both of us duck and it shatters against the wall behind us. "Now, I suppose this is your girlfriend?" He turns towards me and I gulp.

"Yes," I nod, taking a step back.

"What a beautiful young lady," he purrs.

"Stay away from her!" Keiji steps in front of me.

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! I AM YOUR FATHER!" He screams at his son.

"YOU'VE ALREADY HURT ENOUGH OF US! JUST LEAVE HER OUT OF IT!"

"I'LL DO WHATEVER I WANT!" His father yells, slapping Keiji across the face. I take a step backwards with wide eyes and reach towards my pocket, searching for my phone. When I don't find it I start to panic, Shit, where is it? Right! I left it in Keiji's bedroom, I just have to get there!

But when I glance at the two of them glaring at each other, I wonder what would happen if I left the room. Is it even safe to leave them alone? But I need to call the police~ Shit, what do I do?

My thoughts are interrupted by a crash. Looking up, I see Keiji was thrown across the room by his father. My eyes widen at the older man, How fucking strong is he?! Wait, no time to think I have to call the police! Sending one last worried glance at Keiji, I rush to his bedroom and grab my phone.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Uhh- yes hi! My boyfriend's father is- HEY GIVE THAT BACK!" My phone is ripped from my hands as Keiji's father glares at me. He hangs up and smashes my phone against the wall, letting it drop to the floor, then slowly approaches me. I stumble backwards until I run into something. Glancing behind me my hands find their way to a wooden chair and I grip the edge of it tightly.

The man starts to get closer and I take a deep breath, Fuck it. I grab the chair and swing it around me, smashing him in the face with it, then I burst out of the room, running back into the kitchen. I find Keiji slumped against the counter, some bleeding coming from the back of his head and a bruise forming on his jaw.

"(F/N)...?" He squints at me, reaching a hand out.

"Yeah, it's me," I nod, touching his cheek lightly.

"Where's my father?" His eyes widen, glancing around.

"I uhhhh, hit him with a chair, he might be knocked out but I didn't really check," I smile awkwardly at him.

"That's my girl," he chuckles, holding my hand, "Did you call the police?"

"I tried to but he smashed my phone before I could tell them what's happening. I'm sorry Ke-"

"No, they have to come check it out anyway, that's how the police work. You did great," he says and I start to tear up.

"You didn't think you got rid of me, did you?" A voice calls from behind us and we both tense up. Turning around, I look at Keiji's father. He's bleeding heavily and it looks like part of the chair got him in the eye. He also has some splinters in some places along with a bruise forming above his eye.