This was never a part of the plan

Ch.1- Only Option

Sugawara Koushi, the perfect 18 year old with a perfect life. A happy-go-lucky lifestyle  that shows through his bright smile and caring personality. Though he didn't really have any friends everyone loved him and his kindness. This is how it would seem to any one outside closed doors.

"Koushi get your ass in here." the shattering of a glass bottle could be heard throughout the entirety of the isolated home.

"Sorry, I'm coming," Suga felt anxious as he knew that the next few minutes wouldn't end well ",how could I be of your assistan-" he was cut off by sharp pain in his arm from the end of the previously broken bottle.

Tears were welling up in the corner of his eyes, but he refused to cry- he would not give the disgusting man in front of him the satisfaction of seeing him breakdown. " You know Koushi your just like your mother, useless and pathetic. You can never do anything right, you should be lucky I'm letting you live in this home , let alone live at all. For all you know I could kill you and no one would know. Well it wouldn't matter because nobody cares about the disgrace you are Koushi. Now get out of my face till I say so or I'll break that disfuncional arm of yours."

Suga quickly maneuvered through the hallways to his room- if you could even call it a room. It was a small closet, that could barely fit a twin sized bed which he has been forced to use since he was the age 13 when his mother died. The only form of family he had left was his stepfather since his biological father left before he born. Given his poor conditions of living he wanted something better for himself. No matter how often his thoughts would tell him that murder was an option he just couldn't. He wanted to stop covering his scars with make up that was gifted to him from some girls once he said he wanted some. He wanted to rub it in his dads face that he lived well and successful. He wanted his life to be better, even if just a little- he knew it would make a difference.

" Dear whatever kind of god is out there, please help in one way or another. Kill him or me. It wouldn't matter, just make it stop. Thats all I ask for." Staring out his small window ,Suga tended to his wounds. He couldn't help but think about what it would be like to be free. But he couldn't, he had no where to go ,no family he knew of, no friends because he was afraid they would see his scars, and he was afraid the police wouldn't believe him if he would report his "father", the only sort of relation he had, for abuse. Staying here was his only option. He would repeat it to himself everyday for every cut,bruise,or heartbreak. He wanted to keep living for himself, to get better, to be rid of the demons. Suga convinced himself it was his only option.