Hi everyone, I'm having this author note because unlike on AO3 doesn't really have a way to warn people that some of their stories have dark content. That is why I'm having this Authors note. This story contains non-con, rape, and gore. This story is going to be dark, and may have scenes that may be possible triggers for people. I do not condone rape or violence, this story is the work of fiction. And the characters are very dark.
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I should have known.
When the week started it was painfully monochromatic: Wake up to an alarm, get out of bed, do the morning routine, and go to school. It was the same everyday.
I should have known.
Before the week started, my mother announced with an exuberant smile that she (mother dearest), and Dad would be going to America for their anniversary. Dad smiled at me though his eyes were shifting nervously to mother. As she talked about how nice it would be if I brought home a Senpia.
Dad's hands shook as he dropped a ceramic bowl he was putting away. It hit the kitchen tile with a shrill crack. Mother rushed to him face concerned, he was hyperventilating eyes unfocused and flinching at any movement I made. Mother brought him to their room were all I could hear was a whimper of a promise, then silence.
When she came back, I was finishing cleaning the broken ceramic mosaic off of the floor. She called me over, to the living room. When I asked how Dad was doing, she waved her hand dismissively stating that he was having a relapse and that I shouldn't be worried. Instead asking if I had any dreams about a future senpia. I nodded wanting this conversation over with, Mother gave me a brilliant smile and told me that she modified the basement to give me and my senpia some privacy. I nodded not quite understanding why I would want to use the basement, when I have a bed.
Mother continued talking which I was only paying half attention to because Dad quietly walked out of the bedroom carrying cassette tapes and a cassette player down into the basement. His eyes caught mine and flickered to Mother. I looked back to Mother and begrudgingly asked her how she knew Dad was the one. She flushed with pleasure and beamed at me, talking about how we were really so lucky that we find our destined other halves through dreams that should never be ignored. Dad snuck back upstairs and shut their bedroom door softly.
It wasn't until they left, that Dad hugged me close. Pressing a piece of paper into my hands, as he whispered six words against the top of my head quiet enough so that I was the only one that heard. We separated from each other as Mother sauntered out hand bag in place as she locked arms with Dad, throwing a wink at me before getting into the cab that was taking them to the airport.
I waved them off before turning and heading inside the now empty house. Dad's words still echoing in my head, as I read the note.
'Go into the basement and listen to those tapes.'
My hands began to sweat nervously as I walked down into the basement. The stairs creaked and groaned as I clutched the railing while descending into the pitch darkness. Walking into the middle of the room I pulled the cord, casting light into the soundproofed room. Backing up against the wall my hand covered my mouth sitting in the middle of the room was a chair that had leather straps bound to it across the arms and front legs. Sitting innocently was the tape recorder and tapes. Dad's words making more and more sense.
'Please, don't be like your Mother.'
I should have known.
When the week began, I was still mulling over my Mother. I would smile and laugh with the social butterflies, I would read in the quiet sanctuary of the occult club and I would help out my friends when they would need it. Mother wouldn't have approved, but I like to think Dad would have.
Monday was turning out to be a normal day, only it didn't end that way. Walking to my locker I stumbled over the science clubs cleaning robot. Falling forward I grabbed onto the closest object, who happened to be wearing the male uniform. In all of the romantic movies I've been forced to watch the klutzy falling wasn't as romantic in action. Especially if you weren't actually caught.
I went down and my 'savior' did too. His arm cushioned my head from the fall and we stayed there for what seemed like an eternity. He was frailer than I thought. With dark hair and darker eyes, contrasted against pale skin. He had a nervous disposition as he stuttered out an apology, barely making eye contact. I smiled and assured him that I was the one who tripped so it was my fault.
He smiled a little and introduced himself as Yamado Taro and that it was nice to meet me. He'll change his mind, hopefully. I nodded and returned the sentiment giving my name before excusing myself before heading to my locker. In my peripheral I noticed how Taro-senpia shuffled around looking so very indecisive, pacing against the line of lockers. I didn't think too much about it seeing as I was heading to the occult club, to enjoy the quiet calm of demon summoning.
After the latest failed attempt to summon a hellfire monstrosity, I stayed after to talk with Shin. As we walked to the lockers together and I felt eyes boring into the back of my skull. I waved good-bye to Shin and headed over to Kokona and Saki who waved eagerly at me. The sensation of someone watching me intensified, I turned my head to look but there was no one. Kokona looked at me worriedly before I smiled and asked how things were with her.
I should have known.