Preview: Kaminari, with a lot of courage, finally tells someone about his dad.(If you are in an abusive situation please tell someone!)

Warning: Abuse(if you didn't guess that), Anxiety attack

Ship: (very slight) ShinKami

I walk up to the house phone shaking. Should I really do this? If dad finds out I'm dead.

If you don't do this he might accidentally kill you anyways.

I take a deep breath and lift up the phone off the wall and bring it to my ear. I don't have to look at the slip of paper in my hand to remember the schools phone number. I know it by heart now.

Ring.
Ring. Ring.
Riiing.

"Hello?"

I choked in a breath. He answered, now what do I do? I'm dead.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" My teacher asked on the seemingly empty line.

"Mr. Aizawa, it's Kaminari." I say with a super shaky voice.

He lets out a sigh. "Why are you calling me?"

There you go Denki alway being selfish. He's probably mad at you for calling him and it's not like there is a real reason for your call. You deserve to be hurt and-

"I need help." I get out before my thoughts spiraled anymore.

He seemed like he was holding back a groan of annoyance. "You need to do your homework by yourself. If you need help ask your friends or family, not-"

"No." I say interrupting him then clearing my throat. "I-I mean, it's not about homework. It's my dad."

I can hear the frown in his voice. "Your dad?"

I gulp. "Y..Yes."

"What do you mean? What's wrong with your dad? Is there something wrong?" Oh god, he's going to kill me. I can tell I'm shaking and grip the phone tighter as I close my eyes. It's a good thing that it's over the phone otherwise I wouldn't be able to do this.

"I-I, oh god. H..He-" a sob passes through my lips and I scold myself. I can't let my dad hear me.

"Take your time." He says encouraging to me. I nob my head and try to swallow the lump in my throat. I just need to get it out. Rip off the bandaid.

"He h-hurts me."

Silence follows my confession and I feel my stomach start to eat it self as it does flips. Oh god, why did I say that?

Mr. Aizawa clears his throat. "Can you repeat that?" His voice is gentle like as if he knows I'm about to break down.

Suddenly I hear footsteps then my father call for me. "Denki! You ungrateful brat where are you?!"

Fear hammers my chest as a small cry exist my lips. "Mr. Aizawa help please. H-He's going to kill me. I don't w..want to die! Pleas-"

My voice gets cut off once I feel someone rip the phone from my grasp. I let out scream as it falls almost all the way to the floor but stoping because if the wire attaching it to the wall. He slams his fist into the transmitter, successfully ending the call.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" He screams at me and I fall into the wall curling in on my self. I slide down the wall and let out loud sobs.

"I-I'm sorry! P..Please!" I beg as I feel him grab my arm. He pulls me up so I'm standing and throws the first blow.

Hit after hit. Scream after scream. My pain never seems to end as he covers the small amount of skin where I didn't already have bruises with them. Ranging from dark purple to black. At some point he moved his grip from my arm to my neck successfully stoping me screams. The abuse continues until I hear the sound of a cop car abruptly coming to a stop in front of our house. Only then does he stop but not for long.

Bang! Bang! BANG!

"Open up!" Someone yells after knocking on our door.

My fathers head whips to the door anger prone in his features. "Fuck off! You don't have a warrant so you can't fucking come in!"

Oh god he's right. They can't come in unless... What was it? We learned it this week! I need to remember, stop being useless for once in my life! Oh god... Wait! Probable Cause! That's what they need! How do I give it to them? Maybe...

"Help! He's hitting me! HELP!" I shout but as soon as the word leave my mouth he slaps me so hard I fall on to the floor. The sound of the door being thrown open feels distant as he drags my slightly limp body around the counter. He searches through the drawers before pulling out a knife. He forces me to my feet putting it to my neck just as people file in including my teacher.

"Let him go. Now." My teacher growls as all the cops pout there guns at us. In response he puts the knife closer to my neck and I whimper as some blood falls down. I grip his wrist as tight as I can tugging slightly.

"P-Please. They g..got you, you c-can't run. Even if I d-die you'll still go to jail." I tell my so called father.

His grip tightens and I let out another whimper. "Shut up! SHUT UP!"

If I don't do anything I'm going to die. I'm not ready to go yet. I need to become a hero, goof around with my friends one last time, and confess to Shinso. I can't die!

With my little remaining strength I send the strongest blast of electricity I can with out killing him. I feel him fall but he falls backwards without removing his arms. I fall with him as pain shoots through my neck. As soon as we land I scramble out of his grip and rush to my teacher.

He pulls me into a hug as I grip his shirt and let out all my tears. Sobs pass my lips as cops arrested father. Mr. Aizawa rubs my back comfortingly with a strong grip.

"It's okay Kaminari, you are safe now. No one is going to hurt you. You're safe." And he's right.

I'm finally safe.