Tw : mental neglect , slight gr00ming?? )) I unlocked the door, looking around the house before quickly noticing my father standing in the living room. “Haruki. Why are you late? You’re supposed to be in your bedroom, studying. Don’t you have that test in a week? You need to get a good grade on this test so get back to your room and /study/.” He spoke coldly. “I’m sorry father.. I was hanging out with a friend..” I replied softly, my voice not any higher than a whisper. “A /friend/? What did I tell you, Haruki!? Friends are just trouble. You don’t need them, I send you to school to get your (dang) education!” He raised his voice, starting to lecture me about how “terrible” having friends is. I sighed as he clenched my palm, “Alright.. I’m sorry.. it won’t happen again..” I responded. “Oh, it better not!” He yelled at me, raising his hand to hit me on the cheek. Leaving a stinging red mark on my face. After that I simply walked off to my room, putting my bag on the floor by my bed. I sat down at my desk, opening my book to study. It wasn’t like I /needed/ to study, I already had straight A’s but, he wanted more from me. I had to get into a good college and get a good job. Things like my emotions and my feelings just didn’t have a place in this family. I didn’t have my own identity here, hell I barely /knew/ who I was! It was all his fault. All my father’s fault. I know he wasn’t the best for me, but I don’t want this life. I want to be happy, I want to feel loved. Even if it ends eventually, it’s worth it in the moment. As I studied, my father barged into the room, “Haruki! What did me and your mother say about closing the door?!” He screamed. “I’m sorry.” I replied softly. “I won’t do it again.” “You always have an excuse don’t you, Haru?! You know what?! You’re grounded for the rest of the semester.” He responded coldly. “Oh.” I mumbled, “but— it’s just a door..?” He clenched his hand in anger, “What did I say about talking back, Haruki?! Close your (dang) mouth whenever I talk to you!” I just stood up, looking him straight in the eyes. “Shut up.” I said simply. “Excuse me?!” “You heard me, /shut/ your (freak)ing mouth.” I repeated, “I’m tired of you! All you do is complain. I don’t want to live like this. All I ever do is school work, yet you still haven’t had enough. What do you want from me?! I’ve done everything for you! I (oof) myself every single (dang) day with how much work I’m doing! Aren’t you ashamed?! When even the doctor is saying to stop putting so much on me? I don’t want to be a mathematician, I don’t want to be a doctor either, I don’t want to be anything you want me to be! I want to live /my/ life! Yet you still control me like I’m a puppet! I’m your son, not your slave! Yet you treat me like one. You are a cruel monster, I hate you! I /hate/ you so much!” I yelled, visibly shaking in anger. “What did we do wrong to make you like this, Haru..” My mother asked softly. “What did you both do wrong?! Are you seriously asking that?! Are you stupid?! You know what! I’m tired of you all! I’m leaving!” I declared, starting to pack up the very little I had. Some how that made my father worried, “Haruki! What do you think the family would think?! You’re our only son!”He yelled back at me. “You better not leave!” I rolled my eyes, “I’m no longer your son. I never was in the first place. A dog treats its child better than you /ever/ have.” I responded as I took my stuff, walking out of the house. That day I promised myself, I’d /never/ let someone get to me like that ever again. I would never let myself be in that situation. No one will ever see me break down, never again. No one will ever get that close again. I swear by that. As I walked in the dark alley way with my suitcase following behind me and my bag on my shoulder, I saw a tall man standing in front of me. “Excuse me, sir..” I said, looking at him. “Where is the closest train station?” I asked him. The man turned around, a smile on his face, the first one I’ve seen from an adult. “Oh! It’s around there.” He said as he pointed to the station, “do you need help finding it?” He asked. “Yes please. Thank you.” I replied. He smiled again before walking towards it, “what’s your name, kid?” He asked me. I quickly replied, “Akito, Akito Kira.” That wasn’t my name, it wasn’t even close, yet I didn’t want to go by Haruki. It brought too many memories back. I didn’t want to remember, I didn’t want to remember my past. So Akito it was. The man smiled brighter, “my name is Mr. Sato. Well, Akito, would you be interested in becoming an idol?” He asked. (CHAPTER 2 WILL BE OUT SOON! :3)
