When I got up to my room, I immediately got under the covers of my mattress and curled up into a ball. When my 'dad' was doing 'business deals' I always hid, they seemed dodgy, like something you'd find in a film about gangs and the black market. I didn't expect this deal to go any different to the others. The buyer would pick up whatever the package was, pay my 'dad' then they would leave. However, as the thunder clapped outside, something deep within my stomach told me that something would go wrong. And something did.

"THAT'S ENOUGH HISASHI!", the scream of anger jarred me from my light slumber, making me sit up abruptly. "WE HAVE A SON! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! WHAT IF HE FINDS A DEAD BODY IN THE HOUSE WHAT WILL YOU DO THEN!" I recognised the voice as my mother's, except, she had never used that tone of voice before. She never raised her voice at me and certainly never at my 'father', unless she wanted to face Hiashi's wrath. In the eery silence that followed my mother's outburst, I quietly made my way downstairs.

My parents were stood in the kitchen, their figures dark against the artificial yellow light which glowed from the lightbulb. It seemed as if my 'father' was frozen in shock, his silhouette stood stock still, whereas my mother's petite frame quivered in fear and anger. From my place on the bottom of the stairs, I could see her grassy green eyes, they were alight with apprehension and regret. Clearly, she hadn't thought what she was saying through. After what seemed to be an eternity, the devil finally moved.

In a blink of the eye and a resounding smack, my mother was kneeling on the floor of our quaint kitchen. Her eyes were watering as she held her pale hand up to her throbbing red cheek. I quivered in fear, not able to move or make a sound. "YOU FUCKING WHORE!" my 'father' roared. Smoke curled from his mouth as his anger grew, his throat glowed orange and I knew immediately what was about to happen.  Flames spewed from my Hisashi's mouth, curling around my mother and causing shrieks and cries of pain to spill from my mother's mouth. The screams of pain tore at my heart, I wanted so desperately to rush forward and save her but as I was about to step off of the step, she caught my eye. As the flames subsided slightly, she shook her head slightly, telling me to stay where I was. To not interfere. Although every bone in my body urged me to stop the monster, the desperate look in her eyes kept me. 

It seemed as if the beating would never stop, my father just kept hitting her. With every blow delivered to my poor mother, a wave of guilt and pain flowed through my body. "Stupid bitch!" Hisashit shouted as he kicked my mum continuously in the stomach, causing crimson blood to splutter from her mouth. Painting dots of red on the pristine white floor. "P-p-please stop," my mum coughed, heaving in laboured breaths, "think of I-i-izuku." she stammered. A look of disgust flickered over my 'dad's' face, his lips pulled back into a snarl and smoke rose from his lips again. "That brat isn't any of my concern. He's just proof of how much of a slut you are!" flames roared from Hisashi's mouth, covering my mum, before he stormed from the house, not noticing me sitting on the stairs. I was confused, my mum wasn't a slut. Even though my dad was the shittiest person alive, she stayed loyal to him. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the quiet whimpers of pain coming from my mum. Then silence engulfed the house. 

I rushed over to my mother, staining my milky skin red as I knelt beside her in a pool of her blood. "M-m-mum?" I whispered shakily, shaking her small beaten body carefully. "M-m-mummy?" I cried when I received no response. The once bright hopeful eyes of Inko Midoriya were dull. No spark of life shone within the green orbs. My heart lurched in pain as I realised what had happened. My dad had killed my mum. I would never hear her sweet singing voice, humming lullabies to calm me down. I would never get to taste her delicious katsudon again. It all crashed down upon me at once. I wanted to cry, I wanted to wail and scream about how unfair everything was. I was 7, I shouldn't be experiencing this. I needed to run. I couldn't stay in a house where my mother had died. I couldn't stay in the same house as a murderer. I stood up after placing a delicate kiss on my mother's forehead. "I love you so much, Mum, I'll miss you." I choked through barely contained tears before rushing from the house, only stopping to grab the only happy family photo we possessed. Just me, my mum and my dad, all smiling happily at the camera. Out green eyes glowing with joy and love.

I ran through the pouring rain. My thin top was soaked through and goosebumps covered my exposed legs. It seemed nobody was on the streets as nobody was there to see a small boy sprinting down the streets, a small photo frame clutched in his arms. Thunder boomed and lightning crackled above my head, scaring me to the point where I accidentally transformed into a green kitten. Now a kitten, I continued to run, my little paws slipping occasionally on the wet concrete. 

I was running for a while before I stopped. Lost. I had no idea where the heck I was, and the fact that the rain fell in sheet, obscuring my surroundings didn't help. I let out a hiss of frustration. Maybe running away was a bad idea. I was about to find an alleyway to occupy until the storm ended when an ominous shadow fell over me. 

Thank you for reading the second chapter of my Dadzawa book. I'm sorry if I offended you by writing about the sensitive topic of abuse. It's a despicable act and nobody deserves to experience it. Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are.