Don't you dare|| Jotakak

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven| berserk

|Trigger Warning|
<Notice that this chapter contains unstable home relationships as well as mentions of Self Harm. Please skip this one for yourself, take care ❤️>

"Why are you being so nice all of the sudden... this really isn't like you at all."

Jotaro sighed and looked at Kakyoin directly in the eyes. His charming purple eyes digging into the raven haired boy, who'd just crossed his arms. -Does it really matter?- He turned his back against Noriaki.

It was only silence for a few moments, until Kakyoin's shoes scraped against the sidewalk. -I've gotta get going now. See you tomorrow, I suppose-Kakyoin said in a subtle tone. Once the shorter male left, all Jotaro did was pull out a slightly bent cigarette along with an almost empty cheap lighter. Once the cigarette was lit, he put it in between his lips.
-Good grief..-He said softly, now walking to his own home.

On the other side of the road, Kakyoin walked through the gates of his slightly beaten down home. As he gripped the doorknob, he heard screams from inside. His eyes shot wide open and opened his door, almost knocking it off its place.

Once he was inside his home, the unpleasant sight of his own father beating his mother with his wooden cane making loud noises. The surroundings was another story. Tiles out fo their place, pictures on the floor surrounded by glass. Wine bottles spewing out their fluids. Whines and sobs of his mother filled the place.

Kakyoin's father had gone on another rampage. The young redhead tan over and threw himself next to his mother, protecting her from the blows she continued to receive.

-You mentally unstable bastard!-Kakyoin yelled at his father, not fearing what may happen to himself.

-You aren't one to talk, Noriaki. I BET YOU'VE ALREADY CUT OPEN YOUR FUCKING WRISTS!-Teh elder man started laughing. -Sick man. You know absolutely nothing about me, dad..-Kakyoin picked his mother by the arms, dragging her out of the house.

-Don't expect us to come back anytime soon, bitch.-Kakyoin said as he slammed the door. Instantly regretting it, for he knew, he'd be a dead man soon. A cold sweat tan down his head and roll down his neck. -Fuck, fuck, FUCK.- he stomped the grass in pure anger. He eventually dragged his mother to a bench.

His unconscious mother's head landed in his shoulder, making Noriaki take off his school jacket and drape it on his mother, only leaving him in a white dress shirt.

Eventually, Kakyoin broke down.

Hi, I wanna explain why no posting, well I've been busy in school. But I've cleared up some stuff and I definitely think I'll be able to update regularly!
And also, this book was inspired by me and some of my friends experiences.
The rampage think was most certainly real, and I know it was hard for my classmate. I really wish the best for him but, anyways.

Thank you so much for reading!