TW:
Alcohol abuse, parental abuse, sexual assault by a parent, assault in someone's sleep, this continues to be discussed in later chapters.
Summary for those who wish to skip this chapter:
Haru is sexually assaulted by their father. Afterwards, they hear noises in their house and decide to run through the night to their shop. This continues to be discussed in later chapters.
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It was silent. Not a single sound came from anywhere in the house. I waited just inside the front door for several seconds, counting my breaths, waiting. There was no hum from the kitchen. No sound of anyone walking or shifting around. No water moving through any pipes. No snores indicating that my father was asleep, either.
Has he left to get more beer? But his shoes are right here near the door. And he doesn't usually do anything like that for himself, anyway.
I considered running back outside to Kyojuro, but there was technically nothing wrong, and he was probably long gone by now. Instead of doing that, I steeled myself and started making a slow sweep around the house. I moved as quietly as I could in a big circle.
No one in the kitchen, no one in the bathroom, no one in the living room…
I took several more deep breaths before gently pushing open the door to my father's room.
No one here, either.
I closed it behind me, then crossed the hall to the last room I needed to inspect.
And no one in my room. Maybe he just left without his shoes? Who knows, honestly.
I could feel the tension starting to slide off my shoulders. I returned to the kitchen to make a quick dinner. This time it was leftovers from a big batch of steamed fish I had prepared yesterday. I left a plate ready for my father on the stove, just in case. After eating, I decided to try to go to sleep. I made another quick round of the house, turning all the lights off on my way this time. I hurried past all the windows, trying not to look out into the darkness of the yard.
The sooner I sleep, the sooner I can wake up and see Kyojuro, right?
I changed into more comfortable clothing and laid down on my bed, trying to will myself to sleep in the shortest amount of time possible. I left my window open for the slight breeze, and so I could see the stars more clearly. Stars always make me think of Kyojuro. Everything makes me think of Kyojuro. I could almost feel his arms around me when I drifted off.
I could actually feel something on me when I woke up.
"What? What's going on?"
"Rise and shine, you little slut. Running around with random men like your mother used to?"
"What do you mean? And get off of me."
My father's words slurred together, it was hard to understand what he was saying. This was worse than I remember it having been for a while.
"I let those marks on your next go the first time I saw them, but not a second time. You hear me? You aren't running around like that. Not as long as you're under my roof."
"You're hurting me, let me go!"
"You don't give the orders here!"
I felt his hands drag me down towards the edge of my bed. He was so much bigger than me, it was barely any effort for him. I tried to pull myself away.
"You think I didn't see you with him? Right in the street, in front of everyone! Shameful!"
"I didn't do anything wrong, get off of me."
"I was in the side yard, I saw everything. Tell me, has he been in my own house yet? Have you made this place disgusting too, you filthy little fuck?"
"It was just a kiss, I haven't done anything!"
"I bet. And now, for bringing that kind of shame onto our family, you're going to be punished."
Is he going to hit me again? I didn't do anything wrong! And who is he to talk about shame? Everyone nearby knows how he drinks.
I couldn't roll myself out of his grasp, or pull myself further up the mattress to get away. His hand pressed hard onto my back, holding me firmly in place on my stomach. I couldn't inhale a full breath because of how hard he was pushing.
"Gonna punish you like I used to punish that whore of a mother of yours."
"No! I said no! Let me go!"
He didn't answer me. He used the hand that wasn't holding me down to undo his pants, then slid mine down.
"This isn't okay, just hit me or something, this isn't right. Let go of me!"
"You don't get to decide. You lost that chance when you decided to bring that filth into this home."
I felt him pumping himself behind me, then heard him spit. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get away, I couldn't escape, and I didn't have anyone to call for help. I screamed, hoping someone outside could hear me.
"Shut the fuck up." He scooped the shirt I wore earlier today off of my floor and rolled it up, stuffing it into my mouth like a gag. It still smelled a bit like the flower shop, and a bit like Kyojuro…cloves and smoke and cinnamon musk.
The next second, I felt a searing pain from him forcing himself into me. He spit on himself again, trying to ease the friction, but it didn't help. I screamed into the shirt at first, but after the first minute my throat was hoarse.
No one is coming to help me.
I felt his stomach press against my ass as he worked himself fully inside. He let out a moan, before starting to move himself.
No one would want to help me. I am worthless. I can only ever expect pain.
I felt him settle into a more regular rhythm, as tears started rolling down my face.
This isn't right. This isn't right.
The sound of flesh on flesh drowned out all other thoughts. I tried to count my breathing, but I could only get to two and four. I was being slammed around too much to even get to three and six.
One…slap…two…slap…one…slap…two…slap…three…slap…four…slap…repeat…
One…slap…two…slap…one…slap…two…slap…three…slap…four…slap…repeat…
One…slap…two…slap…one…slap…two…slap…three…slap slap slap slap…fuck.
I could feel him starting to move more quickly. When I realized what was happening, I felt like I was going to vomit. He started grunting again, then released inside of me. He leaned his full smothering weight down onto me, covering my whole body with his own while he rode out his release. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't even finish a full thought.
"Fuck, you're even tighter than your mother. Keep acting up, and I'll punish you again. You understand me?"
I did not move to answer. I stayed completely still while he pulled out of me, wiped himself off on the underwear I had been wearing earlier, and left. I continued laying completely still, shirt still stuffed in my mouth and ass still on fire, for what felt like an hour. I finally heard him start to snore in the other room. I stood up, wobbling, and made my way quietly to the bathroom. I could feel myself leaving a trail of mixed cum and blood on my way, but I didn't care. I cleaned myself up as best as I could, brushed my hair, and washed my face.
Oh, my face.
There were hard red lines across it from being pressed into the sheets so roughly and for so long. They would fade soon, but it still looked terrible to me. I couldn't stand being in this house anymore. I walked back to my room.
My bed is a mess…
It looks like a significant amount of the 'spillage' landed right on the edge of my mattress. I dressed myself carefully and quietly in clean clothes, still shaking and barely able to stand, and then paused. I didn't hear snoring anymore.
I can't, not again, not again, I will not, I-
I thought I heard shuffling on the other side of the house. I jumped out of my window and walked to my flower shop. When I arrived, I locked the door behind me and laid down behind the counter.
I can see why Ren likes this dog bed so much. It's a great pillow.
I rolled the bed up under my head and passed out on the floor.
