Why Do I Love You? (Bakugou x Reader)

Ch. 13 - The Truth

A/N - Trigger warning for abuse and sexual assault. Continue reading with caution.

Bakugou's POV

I watch as her entire body stiffens and her face twists in pain. Her eyes start tearing up before she coughs, choking them back.

"W- what?" She asks, whimpering the last letter.

She obviously heard me, Exhibit A: her body language. Why is she stalling her answer? I take a few steps towards her, closing in. This way she can't pretend like she didn't hear my question. I bend down so my face is at the same level as hers. Even when I'm squatting, I'm still taller than her.

"Clean your ears, Pipsqueak. I said, where is your dad?" I growl, making sure she understood everything I was saying.

She abruptly stands up, forcing me to stand as well. I take a few steps back as she paces towards the window. She looks outside, avoiding eye contact.

"Not here." She says quickly. She's still looking outside, basically keeping herself distant from me.

Must be a touchy subject... but why?

I scoff at her obvious answer and follow her towards the window, standing just a few inches behind her. I have to press the answer out of her. It's obvious that he's not in any of the photos, so where is he? Why isn't he here?

"No shit Sherlock, but where is he?" I whisper, loud enough for her to just barely hear.

She whips her head around, staring up at me with those shiny (e/c) eyes. Her mouth twists as if she's biting something back, and she furrows her eyebrows.

Wow... definitely a touchy subject.

"Not. Here." She spits out again. Her eyes are flaming up in anger, but I can see something behind them...

Pain?

"Obviously. I'm asking why he's not here? Use your brain, dumbass." I breathe out at her.

She stares at me in rage, shoving past me in a huff. She starts stomping to her door. She can't just leave without telling me. I need to know why her father isn't here... it's like he never existed to begin with.

I have to provoke her. Force her to let something slip.

I turn around with her, speaking in an authoritative tone.

"Why won't you tell me?" I bark out. "Does he have something to do with your cigarette burns?"

I've never seen this girl turn around so quickly in my life. Cause one minute she's ready to walk out the door, and the next, she's got me pinned against her bedroom wall. Her hand gripping my shirt collar so tight, her knuckles were turning white. Her other hand was placed next to my neck, the only way she could reach was on her tippy toes. She was shaking with anger and sadness, tears clouding her round eyes. Her face was a bright red as her breathe quickened in such a sharp exhale. Her plump lips were parted as she was huffing out, an internal rage crossing her face. Her wet hair was frizzing now, clinging to the outline of her breasts from under her dress. If this is between me and you, she looked incredibly beautiful, but that isn't what I should be focusing on.

She seemed angry, but there's definitely some underlying feeling that's driving her... but what is it?

"Is this amusing to you?" She grumbles out. "Trying to figure me out or some sick shit?"

I see a fiery rage build inside her as she tightens her grip on my shirt collar. That's definitely gonna wrinkle.

"Not at all, Pipsqueak. I'm just curious." I say, prying her hand from my collar. "Just answer the question and I'll be outta your hair."