{kouki's pov}
⚠️trigger warning⚠️
My father grabbed a knife. It was quite plain compared to Todoroki's torturing methods. Probably because Todoroki did have a more messed up mind. That gave me some sort of condolence. The pain I was about to feel is way less then what I would feel if I were with Todoroki. I have to keep that in mind while going through this whole thing.
I let out a shaky sigh and put on a smile as tears began to flood my eyes. My father gave me a weak smile as he raised the knife over my leg and began stabbing it repeatedly. I let out a traumatic scream. The knife went up and down and each time in went through flesh I would let out another scream. I began to shake uncontrollably. I wanted to so badly get out of these restraints but I couldn't. I was trapped. Stuck.
I unconsciously stopped screaming and began holding my breath. My throat felt dry and hoarse but this was only the beginning. My face began to grow hot and red from the lack of oxygen but yet I couldn't let go of my breath. It felt like something was holding me back. tears streamed from my eyes and soaked my cheeks.
Everything began to spin. I felt dizzy. My stomach turned. I felt like vomiting. But yet, I still held my breath. Why though? I can't breathe. I wanted to breathe so badly but I still held my breath as my father continuously stabbed my leg. Black spots began to blur my vision. I could feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
All of a sudden a loud pitch scream broke me. I could finally breathe again. I quickly looked around to see where the scream came from. It was from the tied up woman, which was to be expected. She was staring at something. I followed her gaze and it just so happened to land on my legs. As soon as I saw my own legs, I let out a scream too.
It was a damn pool of blood. My blood. It stained the mattress and spilled onto the floor. But that wasn't the worse part. My legs were swollen. Each stab swelled instantly. Puss and blood oozed out of it. It looked infected and gross but it didn't make sense. Could things really get this infected even after the wound was inflicted? I then noticed the knife my dad was using.
It was rusted beyond belief. Weird stains covered it. It didn't even look sharp anymore. If I were to get stabbed with that then yeah, my wounds would get infected instantly. I didn't want to look at my dad because no matter his expression, it would scar me, but I looked anyways. I needed to know his emotions while he was doing this to me.
Tears streamed down his face. He had his eyes shut and his head turned away from my legs. That made me mad. This bastard was stabbing me but he can't even be bothered to look where he was stabbing. What if he missed my leg. What if he stabbed too high and got the.. area. Out off instinct I yelled, "DAD, STOP!" I meant for it to sound demanding but it came out as begging.
He stopped and looked at me in the eyes. "Dad, please stop," I pleaded. Oh but to wish it was that easy is foolish thinking. His eyes showed guilt as he impaled my hand with the same, rusty knife. The woman and I screamed in unison. I couldn't handle this pain anymore. The will of death slowly took over my body. I just wanna die. I want this all to be over with. I just want to close my eyes and sleep forever.
But sure enough death didn't take over. My stupid body still had to fight for survival. If only it knew that I was done. I gave up. I gave up on life. This deep feeling clung to my chest. It was heavy. Why isn't the woman saving me? I'm going through all this pain for her and all she can do is scream and cry about it. She can save me by saying she'll take my spot but she won't because she's selfish. Something boiled inside of me. The feeling was familiar. It was hatred. I really hated this woman.
I mean, look at me. I might have to cut off my legs if this infection gets worse and all she can do about it is scream. If you were going to be selfish then at least be quiet about it. If you're constantly screaming and crying then it only gets my heart rate going faster. It'll only make me panic more.
I was quickly snapped out of my rage when a burning sensation washed over my body. Snapping my focus away from my hands and back to my legs, I saw my father pouring hydrogen peroxide on my stab wounds. I screamed in agony as the liquid began bubbling up, cleansing the wounds. The pain was so strong that I managed to lift my head up a little and puked all over my body. I was shocked to not see puke though, instead, it was blood. I began puking up blood.
After puking, I began continuously coughing. Everything became blurry and black dots covered my vision. I wish things ended there. Couldn't my dad see that I've had enough? I was about to black out, or possibly die, but he didn't stop. This sick prick kept going.
I felt a warm liquid poor onto my stomach. I squinted my eyes to see what it was and soon realized, it was gasoline. He then walked over to the girl and dumped the rest of the canaster onto her head. She screamed in horror as my dad pulled out his lighter. I couldn't help but smile. I was finally about to die. Sure, being burned alive is a painful way to go but I didn't care. I just wanted to sleep.
My father looked down at the lady and said, "you get to choose which one of you dies. Will the dame sacrifice herself for her hero, or will she stab her hero's back and let him burn?" My father let out a manic laugh but I could see right through it. The laugh was fake. Truth was, he felt guilty for what he had done to me. "N..no, that wasn't part of the dea-" I was cut off by the girl's yelling. "KILL HIM!! KILL HIM!! JUST PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!" I froze. After everything I have done for her, she throws me under the bus.
I know I said I wanted to die before but now that it was actually happening, I don't wanna die. I want to keep living for my mother, for young master, and for y/n. I'm not ready to die. tears began to weld up. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!!" I hear my dad yell. I stare at him with confusion staining my face. "THIS MAN RISKED HIS LIFE FOR YOU AND YOU PICK HIM!!" he continued. The woman shook violently.
All of a sudden I see flames. My father flicked the lighter onto the woman. New tears fell from my eyes as I watched the woman burn alive. The smoke and light burned my eyes but I couldn't look away. I began to squirm in my restraints. I have to get out of here before the fire spreads to me. The sprinklers began going off as my father quickly undid my restraints. He carried me up the stairs and out of the basement. He practically threw me on the ground and closed the basement door behind him.
"Don't worry son, we're safe now. This door is a big ol heap of metal that could survive a silly ol fire," my father said. His aura seemed to completely changed. He seemed relaxed and upbeat. My jaw dropped. How could he be so calm, even after burning a woman alive? "Dad, that wasn't the deal. You said that i..if I took her place then she would get to leave," I said, all shaken up. My father laughed and said, "I never said she'd get to leave alive." What a dick move. So you're telling me I went through all that for nothing? She was going to die anyways? "You still didn't keep your side of the deal," I say emotionlessly. My father raised a brow so I continued, "she never left. She's still here." I pointed to her dead body in the basement.
My father laughed again and said, "Oh son, I still tend to keep my side of the bargain. I just have to wait til her body cools down then I'll bury her in the nearby woods. So technically she is leaving, she just hasn't left yet." my father chuckled, pat the top of my head, and walked into the kitchen. I just laid on the floor, stunned. This was too much to take in. I roughly sigh and lay down. I just need to sleep. I close my eyes and let the long awaited sleep consume me.
(time skip)
I woke up with my head spinning. I felt like puking. I looked around and realized I wasn't where I last was. I fell asleep on the floor if I remember correctly, so why was I in my room? I laid in my bed with my hand and legs wrapped up in bandages. They felt oddly fresh and closed up so I'm guessing the were stitched. I had a fresh change of cloths which was nice and all but who changed me? It was hard to wrap my head around all of this and to be honest, I just wanted to go back to sleep.
A heard a soft knock on the door so I try to say, "come in," but what all that comes out is a croak. Wow, is my throat really that soar. It does feel swollen. The door slowly creaked open and my mom peeked her head in. Once she saw that I was awake, she smiled and came into my room. She had a tea set in hand as she sat on the corner of my bed.
I couldn't help but smile back at her. Her smile was just too sweet to not smile at. It warmed my heart. She poured some tea into a cup then handed it to me without saying a word. I sat up and took the cup from her. She held up two sugar cubes so I leaned my cup towards her. She dropped them in, making little splashed as they landed. She then handed me a tiny spoon and I began mixing the tea.
I took a sip of the warm liquid and just melted into the bed. I closed my eyes and smiled. I felt a lot more relaxed even though I was still confused. After a moment of silence a sighed and asked, "hey mom, what happened to the girl?" My mom sat there, looking into her undrinked cup of tea. "Your father buried her last night. You were out for two days ya know," she said, not breaking eye contact from her tea. I mouthed the word, "oh." We sat in another minute of silence before I broke it again, "thank you for patching me up." My mother looked shocked as she finally looked at me. She asked quietly, "How'd you know I did it?" I gently laugh and say, "I remember you telling me when I was younger that you wanted to be a nurse. Too bad dad took that dream away from you." My mother blushed from embarrassment.
I chuckled and looked down at my tea. I sigh and say, "ya know, I thought this would be a lot easier then if I were with Todoroki, but I was wrong. It hurts more because it was my own father was doing it." My mother let out a soft sigh and looked at me. "I would imagine it hurting more with Todoroki then with your father. Your father is practically a stranger to you while Todoroki is your bet friend. So don't think of it like your father doing that, think of it as a stranger," my mother said. I laughed a little.
Todoroki wasn't your average friend, hell, I don't know if you can even call that a friend, but no matter what he did, I could never hate him. "You're right," I say as a soft smile approached my face. I look up to see my mother crying. I put my free hand on her hands and asked, "mom? What's wrong?" She sniffled and said, "I'm so sorry I slept through the whole thing. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you."
I gave my mother a sympathetic look and said, "it's alright mom. There was nothing you could've done so please don't feel guilty. It's dad's fault, not yours's." She gave me a weak smile and softly nodded. I gave her a gentle smile in response and pull her in for a huge. We stayed like that for a minute, but then suddenly I heard my phone go off. I reached over to my dresser to see that it was a message from the one and only, Shoto Todoroki.