DAY 4
Izuku's pov:
Day 4. I woke to a bottle being smashed against my chest. I look up to see my father sitting in front of me, getting ready to throw another bottle. I flinch as I lands, cutting a gash in my shoulder. I let out a cry of pain, and the cloth on my face fell off.
"HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE! ANYONE! HELP-MMPH!" My father quickly covered my mouth. Instead of tying a new piece of cloth, he wadded up a rag and stuck it in my mouth. He then wrapped both his hands around my throat. He started squeezing as I struggled, and right before I passed out, he let go.
"YOU FUCKING BRAT!" He started shouting at me before he was interrupted by the door bell. He left, but didn't completely shut the door, so I listened.
"Is Izuku home?" I hear Kacchan's voice.
"No, why?" My father asks. I start letting out muffled cries, praying he would hear me.
"What's that sound?" Kacchan asked my father.
"Ugh, it's just the dog, I've got to go." I hear the door slam. My father rushes down, and picks up a chair from somewhere in the corner and smashes it on my head. Everything went black.
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