darling daughter (persona 5)

CHAPTER ONE

|| 10:20 pm

It was a cold, desolate April evening, well for Mikia. She was forced to walk home after she rejected a mans advances to do some weird ass shit for her. Her father had basically screamed at her cause she was ruining business so here she was walking home, in just a hoodie, skirt and fishnets paired with some high heels.

She could feel the glares people were giving her but she didn't really care, how could she when most people in her life saw her as a fucking sex toy, yeah you heard right a sex toy. At the ripe age of 16, she was forced into prostitution to basically feed herself and survive. Her dad was a literal mafia boss who made bank each day, but Mikia was still forced into the world of prostitution. It was weird, she hated it but as soon as she realised other people were going through it she found comfort, mostly talking to the other girls, the ones forced to be under her fathers control. She could feel their sadness and their desperation to get out, like how she felt for the past 16 years.

During her couple of months doing this, she earned the title of the Darling Daughter, god how she hated that title. Her father always introducing her as his Darling Daughter just made her sick, it sounded like it was proud of her but in the sick way. It was like she held up a persona around these men, to please her father. Contending to the clients sick needs, being abused daily by men she saw as monsters and it happened every day and there was nothing to stop it.

She couldn't run away, her father has spies all over Tokyo, watching his Darling Daughter, in fear he would lose her, not because he loved her but because she was like a trophy, a toy he could use. The last time Mikia tried to run away she was drugged and dragged back, where she starved for hours on end as a punishment. She was broken, she truly was but she held her head up high. She had to otherwise those men would get what they wanted, her father would get what he wanted.

She never called her father, father. Around him she would call him father but she hated his name, she hated everything about him. To her, he was like a monster, a puppet master, pulling her strings and cutting some off to torment her.

|| 11:00 pm

Mikia made it to her house, it was grand, basically her monster flaunting his money around. She hated it, but she liked the house. She could hide wherever she wanted and it had a huge garden that she always remembered playing in by herself. Her room was big but a mess.

She had multiple posters around the walls, a desk filled with makeup and paper, a big closet filled to the brim with mostly skimpy outfits, which she hated so she kept a stash of some clothes that she would wear when she woukd go out.

Mikia sighed as she took her long black hair into a bun and looked in the mirror. Huge eyebags weighed down her brown eyes, her skin was clear. She had a tongue piercing in and multiple piercings around her ears.

She quickly put on a large t shirt, looking down she saw multiple bruises adorned her pale skin, scars aswell. She then put on shorts, luckily her legs were untouched, but all she could see were skin and bones. She remembered her dad gave her a phone just for emergencies and texts for when her 'clients' needed her. She mostly used it to watch videos and calm herself down. She didn't have any contact to people as she wasn't allowed social media as her phone was checked all the time, her dad didn't want her communicating with people.

She just remembered that she had school tomorrow, basically her safe heaven from home. She went to this prestigious school, but there was this one teacher that irked her. It was this Volleyball teacher, she didn't know why but the man reminded her of that monster. The way he would smirk around the young girls, the rumours of him abusing the volleyball team. Other than that it was like a safe heaven, she was alone, she stayed to herself and could be left alone from her chaotic life. She sighed as she slowly went to sleep.

|| 6:00 am

Her phone alarm rang our loudly, she groaned as she got up and stretched and turned off her alarm and yawned. Another shitty day, another round of clients. She slowly made her way to the bathroom where she took a quick shower and walked back to her room.

She had to admit she liked the school uniform, mostly cause people said fuck it and wore it how they liked. Mikia wore the turtleneck and had a ribbon thing around her neck, she then wore a black jacket underneath the blazer which had small pins on it and was cuffed. She then wore the plaid skirt, quite high up due to it being quite small, then she put on thigh highs and some black ankle boots.

She sat at her desk as she quickly did her makeup, foundation for her eyebags, eyeliner to accent her eyes and lip gloss. She then put her hair up into pigtails, with ribbon around them. She smiled slightly, atleast she looked pretty. She then ran downstairs and to the kitchen but stopped when she saw her father and silently walked to the fridge to get out a yogurt.

"Ah good morning darling" Her father said as she walked up to her.

"Hi dad" She said, she was slightly shaking due to the last time she saw him was when he was literally yelling at her.

"Now I hope you remember that you have to listen to your clients no matter what, and if you don't you know what happens" He said, clear anger in his voice.

"Y-yes father, well I've got to get to school" She quickly said, throwing her food in the bin, grabbing her dark bag and running out of the house.

She sighed as she got half way down the street and leaned against a wall. Looking at the time she scowled, she was going to be so early. She decided to take a little detour into Shibuya to get something to eat. She sighed as she walked into the local shop and grabbed a small snack and paid for it. She went down into the train station and leaned up against a wall as she scrolled through her phone. A text popped up.

father: I'm not impressed that you ran out. Now for tonight I want you to come to the bar immediately there is a client that I want you to meet.

Mikia rolled her eyes as she ignored the message, she knew that it was her father and about a client. She sighed as she threw her rubbish away and walked to the train, but as she did she felt someones stares, she dismissed it as her dads spies but what was really watching her was a boy with black hair and glasses.