Soulmates are rare nowadays. Seeing as the way to find them is to get hurt or have scars. If you or your soulmate gets hurt, your soulmate will get the injury but never feel the pain. Now imagine Raihan surprise when he finds a tiny girl that runs i...
The art is not mine nor is the cover. All artwork belongs to its original owner. So I hope you guys enjoy this. Found a prompt (it's below) on Pinterest and I was like let's do this with Raihan! So here we go. Two days worth of writing all jotted down.
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Raihan peered at his face in the mirror for what felt like the upteenth that day. He poked at the giant bruise that now marred his face. It was roughly the size of a grapefruit and took up most of the space on his right cheek. He sighed as he lifted his shirt to check and yep. There all along his chest were more bruises. His soulmate must love to fight or is the clumsiest person he has ever known.
"What's happening with you princess?" He whispered to himself.
——meanwhile——-
(Y/n) landed on the hardwood floor of the living room with a thud. The breath was knocked out of her and she was left grasping for even the littlest of air. Her father , (F/n), stood over her with a drunken look. An opened bottle of vodka layed in his hands. He took a massive swig of the alcohol before whipping his mouth and pointing a finger at his daughter. "W-why didn't you *hiccup* clean the house?!" (F/n) leaned down sloshing his drink everywhere and grabbed the back of (y/n)s hair and yanked her head up until he was close to her ear. "You should've listened you butch." He muttered into her ear before slamming her head down onto the floor repeatedly. Blood gushed out of nose and she screamed and cried for it to stop but her words fell on deaf ears. Nobody will come and help her. Oh arceus please end me now she whimpered in her head.
Luck must have been on her side because soon her head stopped banging against the floor. She sighed out of relief before feeling the ache all over her body. How was she going to explain all of this to people? The sound of sobbing broke her from her thoughts before strong hands that not long ago brought pain gently untangled from her hair and smoothed it down. A warbled voice spoke the same message over and over again.
I'm sorry
, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.
(Y/n) just turned her head to look at her dad. His face all blotchy and red, eyes wide and tired. He just looked.....old. "I'm so sorry but you needed it. Why couldn't you have listened. If you had just cleaned you wouldn't have gotten hurt." (Y/n) blinked through her fallen strands of hair and blood and looked at him with tears eyes. "Daddy?" The hands smoothing her hair slowly gripped her head again. "Your mother would've kept the house clean but you. You took her away from me! You did this to me!" "I'm sorry daddy! I'm sorry!"
Gripping her hair he slammed her once more into the floor and kept her there. "Go to your room. I don't want to see or hear a peep come out of you." He muttered before letting go and grabbing his drink. He stumbled away into the hallway towards his bedroom and left her bleeding on the floor. (Y/n) stayed there on the floor for who knows how long. Tears, snot and blood all mixed on her face. She felt disgusting in more ways than one.
