𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃. ushijima [ ✓ ]

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spiked - chapter twenty two

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[y/n] tossed around in his bed, cold sweat appearing on his forehead as his memories haunted his mind.

"D-dad? I came home as soon as I heard. How did this happen?"

A worried expression filled [y/n]'s face as he raced over to his dad, his hand about to place itself on his father's shoulder when it was suddenly slapped away.

The usual caring look on his father's face was nowhere to be seen as his [e/c] eyes glared harshly at his only child.

"What do you think? Why did you had to go piss off the CEO of H Group?!" His rough hands grabbed the [h/c] hair, his other hand swinging on it's own and making contact with the smooth [s/c] of [y/n].

[y/n] fell to the floor in shock, holding his cheek as he looked at his father fearfully, "What? I didn't..."

His mind flashed to a certain yellow eyed woman and recognition filled his eyes.

"God damnit..." His father flinched at the look in his son's eyes and regretted his actions. He knelt down and hugged his son, apologises flying from his mouth, "Sorry [y/n]. I'll find another job soon. I'm so sorry."

He turned over once again, his forehead creasing into wrinkles.

[y/n] sat at his desk, the bruise from his father starting to fade as he fiddled with his phone. His eyebags were deep and apparent, causing worry to rise from his classmates. 

A hauntingly familiar ding sounded through the classroom, and [y/n]'s vibrant eyes dulled even further.

His fingers shakeningly entered his password, clicking the message icon that showed numerous messages of countless death threats.

To: slut bag

From : Anonymous

[image]

Look at your poor father. What a shame he raised someone as sinful as you.

Wouldn't it be crazy if he got ran over ?

He could join your whore mother in hell.

[y/n]'s lips pursed as he clicked on the image, his phone almost slipping from his hands when he saw it was the same outfit he saw his father leave in earlier this morning.

*new message*

You have 24 hours.

I trust you'll make the correct choice.