A/N- A peak into the future but we will visit the previous month in the next chapter.
Please be advised that this may be a lot harder to swallow. Sorry in advance.
Ok so this Story over all is going to need HEAVY WARNING. A character suffers from an identity disorder that is loosely (very loosely) based on a multitude of disorders. None of the character's actions should be held as a standard of any disabilities/conditions or disorders that exist in reality. This work of fiction was not made to downplay, glamorize or create a bias of any condition. Keep in mind that this is FICTIONAL WORK.
Trigger warnings: Sex without consent(mentioned/implied), cutting, burning, survivor of abuse trauma, verbal abuse, murder, suicide, torture, misogyny(will add as it comes).
If you or someone you know suffers from thoughts of suicide, please call your local help hotline, seek friends or family. Know that you're not alone.
Thank you for reading.
Chapter One: Emerge
Title: Road of Tears
By: Yuhikoi &Nixx
One month later…
Bunny/Hina P.O.V
She has it down to a science.
Wake up, breakfast, shower, lunch, window-watch, shower, dinner, bedtime.
Wake up, breakfast, shower, lunch, window-watch, shower, dinner, bedtime.
Wake up…
Bump.
Windo-
Bump.
Showe-er
She bites her bottom lip to stop its tremor, swallows hard to keep down the anguish cries that want to leap from the deepest parts of her chest.
Blinded by tears—hearing the repetition of a headboard knocking against the wall of their adjoining hotel room.
Jealousy coursing maddeningly through her veins, rousing a temper she found hard to control.
Hinata Hyuuga let her eyes drift shut, fat tears trek down the corner of her eyes and trickle down the curve of her cheek.
The volume of a female moans sound almost deafening and then his husk panting, groans—reach through the walls to smother her.
Bump, bump, bump!
Her blood flowed hot, like molten iron. Her skin prickled with sweat, her brow sore from the permanent strain of emotion.
When the first session began, she paced the linoleum of the bathroom floor until her legs felt like noodles and all she could do was duck under the sink, cry, and cling to her knees for purchase.
Running the tap helped and the hotel fan also contributed to dulling her hearing, but even that wasn't enough.
He just feels sorry for you.
An ugly, broken, little thing.
You're nothing like the girls he wants, the ones he desires.
Maybe if you had just fucking lay there and taken it the first time, he would be doing you.
You made him feel sick!
He can't bear to look at you, much less touch you.
You murdered your own uncle, and the cops are framing him for it, ha! Haha!
Probably thinks you're batshit craz-
You didn't really believe that shit that he said. Oh god, you think he "cares" about you, idiot.
A hostage in case the cops get to clos-
Human shield.
Idiot…
Idiot..
Idiot
Ask yourself, what does he really need from you now?
"S-s-s-hut up…"
"…p-p-lease…stop…pit."
Shut up!
She dug her knuckles into her skull until the pressure felt unimaginable. The pain began to stir, and her vision folded in on itself. No sooner did the stampeding stomp of a headache arrive, and the world slipped out from beneath her.
Only then did it stop.
The voices, gone.
Her vision, void.
F-f-finally...sleep.
The next morning starts like any other morning.
It's summer, birds' tweet, whistle and sing outside the second floor of Leaf-Meadows Hotel. She could hear the indistinct chatter and the loud 'ding' of the elevator outside of her room. Feet trudge down the hall, people living free—happy.
Her soggy red-rimmed eyes part hesitantly, unprepared for the warmth and blinding stripe of sunlight that pierced through the window.
After blinking a few times to adjust to morning, she grips the pillow tight and hugs it to her chest. She hadn't gone to sleep in bed.
Naruto-kun, m-must've moved me…
Her lips curled into a grin that warms her from head to toe, her chest unleashes the shakiest sigh. Nervousness a tingle in her veins.
She wonders how she must have looked in his arms.
Wishes she had been awake to feel his embrace.
It wasn't enough to just wonder, but those were the rules now.
They couldn't do sex things...she couldn't do sex things...
Especially not after the last attempt, her body just went berserk.
She swallowed, trying to pry the memory from her mind and savor it all at once. Never had something both thoroughly disgusted her and turned her on all at once.
And then the void came and engulfed her.
She lost weeks with him.
When she finally resurfaced, she was bound by zip ties—and gagged. Naruto-kun referred to her as, 'Haru'. And instead of living in her fathers' old cabin, they had relocated to some rundown hotel.
Once she behaved herself too well, Naruto finally cut her loose and filled her in on the events that unfolded when she wasn't center. She couldn't help but to feel awful and useless.
She remembered the dreadful guilt; the breaths crashing through her nostrils, and then she felt his hand against her spine.
The weight of his fingers comforting, as they traced her back, dragging down—down, until they reached the bare skin beneath the hem of T-shirt.
So warm…
He dragged his thumb across the small of her back gently and a shiver coated her insides, unleashing a flurry of butterflies in her gut.
"Relax crazy," He demanded, "the KPD are in the dust, they aren't even clocking the cabin. I've put some distance between us and soon enough I'll get you an ID and you can get out of here. Do you trust me?"
She only nodded, wondering if it could ever be that simple.
"I do, Naruto-kun…"
Naruto only scoffed, though she could detect the humor in his voice, "You're still fucking pathetic…but I expect nothing less. Just do what I say, and I'll keep you safe."
Perhaps she was overwhelmed with the small amount of affection he showed, or maybe she truly was as pathetic as he thought she was, but she couldn't help her actions.
To be centered, to get another shot at demonstrating her love for him. She placed a shaky palm on top his crotch—over his sweatpants, but before she could muster up the courage to look him in the eye and own her actions; he gripped her fingers. A sharp pain shot up her middle finger.
She gasps in agony, her shoulders lowering and her eyes on her toes.
"I don't think that's smart, given the way you reacted the last time—I don't think you're ready."
Given the way you reacted the last time…
The way you reacted..
Presently, the ceiling fan ruffles a piece of notebook paper resting beside her on the bed. There's a ballpoint pin keeping the paper down, and she notices Naruto's messy scrawl and hash marks. Shifting onto her side, she peruses the note:
Bunny/Hina,
Went to work.
Listen to me carefully, at 3 p.m a guy I know will come over
to give you a haircut. I left 20 bucks in the top drawer of the nightstand.
I know you don't want that, but tough shit, people'll notice you.
Your eyes are a dead giveaway.
Lunch will be outside the door around 4:30 p.m
(Check the peephole and make sure no one is lurkin before you open the door and take the tray)
Lock the bolt.
No T.V, not a sound.
Don't leave, things are heavy out here.
Don't look out the window for too long, the cops are doubling down.
Don't answer the phones, if there's an emergency, I'll ring the burner.
Don't use the burner to make calls.
This is the way things are gonna be since the city is on lockdown.
I'm sorry, try to keep center...
N.U
Bitch/Haru,
If it's you, stay put,
I don't have time to chase you around town,
If the cops get their hands on you, you're in the same boat as me.
As much as you hate it, we're in this together.
Any actions that you could take against me would ultimately go against Hinata's best interest.
Don't be a fuckin' cunt.
Psycho/maniac/Hotto,
If it's you,
Everything I said to the other two, plus no killing and no letting strangers put their dick in you.
Don't give a shit if you're bored use your hands.