Authors Notes: So damn hyped to what's happening, my poor babies with their completely opposite lives but with the same mental damages on their emotions. ;w;
I hope this went okay seeing as I'm just guessing at what could happen in this situation! I didn't think this chapter needed anything else, I thought it was really important to have this separate for their character development. Sorry, it's very short, I'll make it up by updating it as soon as I can haha.

!Also quick notice: I may be mentioning self-harm in the next few chapters!

Next chapter will be about them moving in finally. ;w;

Thank you for all the love on the FF, I really do love to see it! If you want me to add/take away something, please mention it to me.
And prompts are always welcomed. :)

Karmas POV

I rushed and hurried, every so and often I found myself nearly falling. I have to make it, I have to be there to help my mother. If only I didn't leave her on her own, why wasn't I home? Usually, when things got bad, I was a sent a safe word by my mother that father didn't know about… They must have come back from their holiday earlier then because it's early than the 5th. What happened on their holiday?
I tried to control my emotions as I didn't want my mother to see this.

When I arrived I noticed the two police cars outside my home, my father was cuffed inside one with a police officer. It looked like they were having a private discussion about the situation. I felt disgusted. I glanced inside but my father didn't even bat an eyelid at me. If it was a different scenario I would have probably opened the car door to punch his lights out.

I rushed inside my old broken home to be greeted with soft brown eyes, filled with emotional distort and sorrow.

I didn't know what to say as she ran toward me with her heart on her sleeve, she was so guilty like it was her own fault. I felt my own heart sink as my mother clung to me for dear life. Never did she get this bad...
"We'll get through this, Karma we always do, just, please… please forgive me." My own eyes felt like they were going to tear up, but I had to stop them… I knew I had to be stronger for my mother. She deserved someone who knew everything would be alright.

"Mother, it's not your fault, I know it isn't" I empathised the last words as I brushed my mother's hair in an attempt to sooth her, we hugged for a few moments before I looked over at the police officer who wanted to explain further. So I took mother's hand with me to take a seat beside her, I placed her head on my shoulder so she knew I wasn't going to leave her.

I nodded at the male to carry on. I looked into honest soft hazel eyes which reminded me of my mothers, it was affecting him also. What a kind man… We can trust him.

"Well, as you heard Mrs Akabane here called us to stop the violent beatings, well, if we hadn't stopped him there, she could have been dead…" The man breathed for a second, and this gave me enough time to hear mothers quiet cries again and I whispered reassurance:

"We'll get through this, I swear to fuck and father will get what he deserved all along" I wiped her tears gently, and looked into her eyes to try and calm her.

"As my colleagues worked on the emergency call, I realised who this man was and what he had been doing behind the scenes, we were, unfortunately, unable to track him due to how much he was out of the country… So as the result of this man, this home is not yours... It is under his name.
I'm just very thankful the debt will be his to pay and deal with. All I can do now is apologise and help Mrs Akabane move into a single home where she can be protected." The man looked at me as he said it, I nodded agreeing. My mother's safety needed to be above everything. She deserved this, she's been through hell and back with me.

"However, we'll help you both move and your mother will be supported by a group, to cope and move on." As I listened, I realised mother didn't mention about me being abused. I, however, let it slide considering I couldn't even open my emotions to deal with my past. My mother knew me better than anyone if she did tell them, I would have to be put in counselling. But I was too independent to watch another person control and handle my emotions.

As I gave my mother the last cuddle, I had to smile for moral support. Though I felt my anger boiling at my father, I couldn't show it, not to her out of all people. I just hoped it was now over and hopefully the man would be jailed once and for all.

Nagisa's POV

"See what happens when you tell someone, you should have kept your mouth shut. She'll hate you forever now..."

I stepped onto my porch, gulping at what was happening...

"You're disgusting, and now everyone knows too"

My emotions jumped like a hurricane again, I felt stiff. I was beginning to shake from the anxiety, it felt forever whilst I stood there…

"You won't have anyone to help you"

My vision jolted again, it was becoming blurry...

"You really are worthless, aren't you?"

I was crying with shouts to myself "Stop it! Fucking stop it!" I put my hands over my ears to try and not to listen. I shook more violently, as I felt like I was suffocating…

"No one will ever love you again if she leaves"

My heart was breaking, I couldn't even tell what I was feeling anymore...
Was it guilt? Was it the disappointment? Was it the fear of not being able to control everything if she didn't control me? Was it the love I wouldn't get anymore?

"Disgusting"

Thankfully the policewoman came out. She was inside with my mother waiting for me to come home. I couldn't see her or hear her as the world was being sucked out of me.
She was talking, but it sounded like white noise… The officer realised how bad things were and how I needed help ASAP.

She touched me, making me flinch and wince. But I was snapped out of it when I felt a small hug from the woman. She was trying to calm me with a relaxed heartbeat. It was slightly working as I let go of my ears to grab hold of the woman, burying my crying face into her.
I heard a gentle whisper:
"Nagisa, you're going to be safe now… You don't have to talk with Miss Shiota if you don't want to but if you do, I'm here for you. We are going to do everything together from now on..."

I still couldn't see as my tears were too harsh, I knew I was going to be moved out, but that wasn't it, I felt guilt pool in my stomach. My anxiety was screaming at me to not go, but I had to, I couldn't let this be. I let go of the woman and was slowly walking towards the open home.

The officer followed me inside and my mum had an expression I had never seen before. I was confused and my mum spoke before I did. My mum must have seen how I truly felt... Broken and filled with anxiety as she looked as broken as I did... Her words were a whisper as her voice had a nervous crack in it. "Nagisa, please before we separate, say what's on your mind. I deserve to hear it…"

I was so confused, I was unknown to this... What should I do? What should I say?
Can I even begin to explain or understand this myself? Everything felt abnormal, and the walls felt like they were closing in on me. This wasn't my home anymore, I was left defenceless as I stared at my mother.

I managed to get out in between my sobs "I'm sorry, v-very sorry…" as I wanted to say more I couldn't handle the pressure of the room. I felt I was being swallowed whole, alone.
The officer put a reassuring hand on my shoulder as I continued to violently cry the emotions out of my system. What am I supposed to do?

The woman whispered "Maybe not now, okay? Just please, calm down, let's walk away and not deal with this how you are now."
Throughout my crying, I didn't realise we were already walking to the car. As we walked out, a few police officers went in to speak to my mother.

She was talking on the drive to my fathers about what would happen. But she noticed it was falling on death ears, I was distracted and broken in pieces. The officer decided to save it for another day.