Blame it on me

Blame it on my chapter 7

"Hitoshi hasn't cried like this in months." Hizashi started softly. "I thought I'd never have to see him like that again."

Shouta gave a puff and clenched the fabric of Hizashi's T-shirt wordlessly. He didn't have to say it out loud, the tiniest of his movements were talking louder than any words. He never told him what went down with Katsuki while he was calming Hitoshi, which meant it was something he wasn't ready to talk about. Which could only mean whatever happened was bad. Hizashi wanted to know it even more, but pushing Shouta was out of the question.

"They will make up eventually. We prepared for fights." Shouta pretended to overlook the problem and concentrate on the solution.

"We don't have to talk about this now if you don't want to." Hizashi said, seeing his husband wasn't ready to deal with what they went through today. They could talk about it later, when they weren't as emotionally and physically exhausted as at the moment.

Another kick punched the air out of Katsuki's lungs as a pathetic whimper escaped his throat. He couldn't beg anymore. He couldn't even breathe anymore. All he could do was lie on the floor and drown in his tears helplessly.

"Stop crying you damn weakling! You think that's going to fix what you broke?!" He heard his mom roar from above. "Get on your damn feet and clean this up!"

Katsuki couldn't. His vision was blurred and darkening as he tried to force air into his lungs but just when he succeeded, another kick landed on his stomach.

"I'm not saying it again!"

He choked and coughed as gasped for air again and moved his shaky hands as an attempt to push himself into a sitting position. He was too slow for his mother's liking and he got yanked up by his upper arm and dragged back to the kitchen.

He tried his best to hold back his sobs as he was nauseous from the pain and started picking up the pieces of broken glass he barely could see from his tears. His mom stormed away right after he started working. Katsuki glanced up to see his father standing in the doorway silently. Too silently. Katsuki recognized that dark look in his eyes and got back to cleaning as fast as he could, pushing down the pain and nausea, only hoping he wouldn't get the worst part from his dad later.

He cleaned up every last piece of glass from the floor, then stood up embracing his aching abdomen, and stumbled out of the kitchen with his head down, begging to every god out there to not let his father come after him. His hopes were shattered as a sturdy palm grasped his neck from behind. He froze in his tracks, eyes wide and overflowing with tears once again.

"What do you say, Katsuki?" Came the soft question from his father above, hand still gripping his neck from behind.

"I-I'm sorry." Katsuki choked out as sweat poured over him in waves. The grasp became tighter and Katsuki was forced to hunch in on himself further. "I'm sorry, sir! It won't happen again!" Katsuki rushed out a bit louder this time. Pure panic taking over his mind.

Katsuki jolted awake in a cold sweat. He gasped for air as his heart was beating in his throat. He didn't even notice he fell down the bed only when he sat up on the hardwood floor. It was too damn dark and Katsuki was too damn breathless. He stood up on shaky legs and headed out of the room mindlessly. He was shaking uncontrollably and couldn't breathe as felt an invisible force wrap around his neck and soreness poisoning his abdomen.

He needed air. He needed to get out of there. He found the stairs and lumbered down, relying on the wall to his right. He was panting like a dog and barely saw the steps, even though it looked like some light came from downstairs. As he took the next step, he tripped and fell down a couple steps, then landed at the bottom of the stairs.