Another Bride [Diabolik lovers x Reader]

Chapter 8 - The call

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2 months later...

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You were regularly sucked of your blood, but they sort of kept their promise of not causing much damage except for Kanato; who you had to make up with.

You didn't want his bipolar ass hurting you again so you just sucked it up and went to his room with T/N, oddly enough it was kind of fun. You had a tea party with all sorts of sweets; you both shared your love for sweets and your teddies. You didn't become friends, but more like roommates who sometimes share time or blood.

Yui got taken to his mother's grave, sucked of her blood, kissed and then led to his 'doll' collection and I just sank to my knees, in relief, that it didn't happen to me.

"I felt bad for Yui, but hell no if I have to experience that!"

With Reiji you sometimes had tea, and because you weren't too overly curious or 'annoying'. He didn't feel the need to drug you, he explained...

Subaru, you don't really interact with; you love the roses he cares for, but it would be great if he didn't glare at you every second of the day. He warned you that you would die if you stayed, but you ignored it.

"Everything is better than that house and that 'family'..."

You got along with Yui and Ayato; endearing Yui as little sister.

More so with Laito and Shu, weirdly enough.

You were walking around the residence, until you stopped at a window; rain droplets sliding down the window, soft ticks on the glass, soft breezing from the wind.

Your phone rang.

You forgot you had it.

You hoped it would never ring.

"Hello, this is Y/N L/N speaking."

"Y/N! Come home this moment!"

You suck in a breath, which you didn't know you were holding, you hear that voice again. The stinging of the sores, scars and marks letting you know their still there; reminding you of who made them.

"....auntie....Home..?"

"Now! Or do you want to be burned again?!"

"........."

"Don't keep quiet you shit, come back. Now!"

"W-why should I? You tossed me away! Who do you think you are?!"

"I raised you, you ungrateful bitch!"

"You call abusing me for 13 years, raising?!"

Oh, get over it! We have a debt, you need to give us money or sell yourself for us!"

"Why the hell should I even care"

"You need to have a use! That's the only thing you can be useful for!"

"Die already."

If you don't come, we'll come to you!!

"Don't you even dare!"

You don't care anymore, you were done, you fought back the last few years just to get away; finally you were away from there.

You aren't going back, no matter how much they try to hurt you...

You hang up the phone, throwing it against the wall. Unbeknownst to you, there were some people listening in.

"Aggressive bitch-chan, I like it" Laito purrs.

"You only think about that, how vulgar" Reiji scoffs.

"That's why she didn't want to leave.." Subaru mumbles.

"Y/N" Shu looks at your crestfallen state; now knowing where those scars came from.

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You walk outside into the rain, walking to what seems to be a church; having abandoned the thought of god, it seems ironic that that's the only place to be away from everyone. Your fists clenched.

The scars hurting from the rain. You find your hand automatically going there when you recall the accident that had taken your parents. You run his fingers over the countless numbers, the ridges, some faded, some deeper. You could have surgery to lessen the scars, but you didn't. You would carry it as you grow older, after all, it reminds you of them.

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Also,

I just want people to know if you are dealing with harassment at school, or online, you should seek help. Reach out to others if you are nervous or scared about speaking to the person who will help you.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Diabolik Lovers, it belongs to the developer: Rejet

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