♡ Kryptonite ● Akaza x Reader ●

Chapter 3: "Parents"

I took my shoes off and walked through the hallways without making a sound, like a feather pushed by wind. My face turned to an emotionless mask as my destination comes nearer.

*don't let them see your fear, or anything else. They don't deserve to know me more.*

As I expected they were in the living room. It was a big room with an open sidewall to a balcony over the pond. the view from this place was amazing, especially in the night. The time I lived here I would sneak out of my room to watch the stars from this place.

The nostalgic thoughts were cut short as the figure of a man came into my vision. It was my father. He was sitting on the edge of the balcony with crossed legs, watching his property and smoking a pipe. My nose wrinkles as the well-known smell of ash and smoke hit my nostrils.

*Oh how I missed this... not.*

My dad's back was facing me and he didn't turn around or made a movement. He already knows that I was behind him and didn't bother to look at his only daughter. Well, I knew this procedure, nothing new. I knelt down and placed my swords on my right side. Then I bowed to show my father the respect he taught me through many years of pain. When I rose up again he began to speak:

"My only daughter, what must I hear about you. A failed mission. Why are you still here if a demon had beaten you? A real warrior would have eventually died with honor. But you, you are here, so tell me how do you feel after escaping like a coward?"

I was taken aback and needed time to think of a proper answer. I wasn't allowed to speak against the word of my dad but what he just said wasn't the truth at all, I stood my ground until the end of the fight. A moment of silence fell into the room, the tension was so thick that it became hart to breathe.

"Father, I fought against an upper moon. He was very strong and after my fight against the horde of demons before this one I wasn't in my perfect..."

"Are you trying to defend yourself with this bullshit?!"

His loud voice interrupted my explanation of events.

"My words were just to report what happened."

"You may continue." I heard him say, voice trembling, indicating that he was very angry.

"He appeared fast, and the fight was draining. After he found out that I am a woman though he just sped off."

Silence

"I never raised a liar. An upper moon not killing a women? Pathetic. At least you could have told the truth about how you just ran away."

*You never even raised me.*

The words formed in my head without a delay and they wanted to spill out so badly but I kept my mouth shut, only one vein popping out at my temper showing my anger.

"Your punishment will be the whip."

I was shocked, my eyes widen and pictures of my early days passed my inner eye. As a child the whip was used if I didn't follow the rules of my parents. Sooner or later all rules were burned into my mind. The scars which were still very visible on my back reminded me of this dark times.

"I do not tolerate a weakling in my family or someone who breaks my rules. You did both this day, disappoint me and giving up. I am sure you understand my choice, I only do it because I love you, daughter."

"Yes Father." I whisper. My hair falling over my eyes, darkening my face to not reveal the hurt and scared expression painted over my features.

"30 will be enough if you count them yourself."

Now was the first time my dad moved from his spot. He stood up and went to a room next to this one. I knew my duty was to follow him into his very own punishing Palast.

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"26"

I breathed out heavily. Sweat mixed with tears was dripping from my face, forming a puddle in front of my face. My eyes flutter open because the next whip was not coming in the same interval as the ones before. A mistake, the hit came in my moment of confusion, causing a yelp to escape my dried-out lips. I bit down on them drawing blood, to stop myself from screaming or making any sound. I will not give him this satisfaction.

"27"

I managed to form the words sooner or later. The next whip came in contact with my open and wound flesh. I could already feel hot blood running down my entire back painting the floor beneath me crimson red. The open wounds pulsated and became hot, it burned like hell. But I can take this and walk home with pride.

Another whip.

"28"

My lungs were burning and hurting because I breathed very heavy for a long time. I have to endure that or otherwise I will be unconscious, and the whips will start again from one.

The next one collided with my trembling body.

"29"

"30"

I huffed out of breath and powerless.

*Time to get outta here.*

I rose to my feet turned around, bowed one last time in front of my father and went out of this hell. My sight was blurry, and I sure left a trail of blood droplets on my way home but I couldn't care less now, all I wanted was to wash off this nasty feeling of total defeat and go to bed to numb the pain a little.

Song inspirations for this Chapter:

Yungblud: "Parents"

Thousand Foot Krutch: "Take It Out On Me"