(WARNING: Vague references of rape and sexual content, though it isn't too bad so if you don't want to read anything like that read after the lines or skip this chapter! ALSO ANIME BOSTON WAS LIT ILL POST ABOUT IT NEXT CHAPTER! - Author-chan )

"Well. I don't think so... N-not now. Like my Papa would murder me... Eheheh." My voice embarrassingly cracked as I gripped the fluffy covers that were pulled over my shoulders, my head was only peeking out.

"Well if it gets really bad, then you're always welcome here. You don't deserve the pain that you recieve..."

I felt my heart skip a beat again, it looked so damn promising. It was extremely tempting, but the consequences outweighed the benefits. At least for the time being.

"Thanks..." I murmured and shut my eyes again, they once again started to feel heavy. Not even a word passed over the silence as I heard more shifting and a heavy, tired sigh. After a short while I heard a whisper.

"I'll do anything I can to help you... Natsuki..." Gulping a bit I felt a small smile spread on my face as everything started to fade away, I replied with only a soft groan. Then sleep consumed me.

All of the sudden I felt buffeting wind at my face, and cold air nipping at my bare skin, my ears were full of the wind screaming into them to desensitize me of my surroundings, despite being in the sky I could see I was plummeting downwards toward he top of someone's roof.

My roof.

Papa's house.

Fear coursed through me and I tried to squeeze my eyes shut to brace for impact, as the roof of the house got bigger and bigger ready to end my miserable, pathetic life. The shingles now only a few feet away, but then shrouding darkness took away my sight, an ten all of the sudden I was in my living room, thumping on the floor very gently to what I had not expected. I expected to have fallen to my death, with the sound of my flesh and bones being crushed and he sight of my meaty parts being plastered everywhere like it was spray paint, like it was some sick joke. I was totally aware that I was in a dream but why now? Why here? I rubbed my eyes a little and got to my feet with a groan, was papa home? Te air was filled with an eerie silence as I waited for any sin of my father stomping down the stairs and lunacy anger. Shivers crawled all over my body as the silent, dead-like air started to become chilly. Something was not right, and I was curious. After all it was just a dream, I think. I pray to God. Slowly, on my my tiptoes I creep over to the familiar, creaky staircase and ascend, I hear the wood groan in misery under my tiny weight and it makes my  heart sink. The pit in my stomach was growing deeper at this point, and I had no idea why I even felt this way. It's my dream, I should be able to do whatever I want right? Lucid dreaming I think it was called. Anyways, I had reached the top of he stairs and as I did I heard the soft murmur of Papa from his room, and the pained cries of another familiar voice. No, it can't be... My throat tightened as I listened, now able to hear my growling father. His voice was feral, guttural, and low, like he was full of pure rage and something else that I've heard disgustingly so from time to time.

Lust.

What the fuck was he doing? I knew once in a while he would bring a woman into his room, but it seemed like it was consented on both ends. This time instead of hearing small moans, I heard the sound of someone crying and possibly choking on tears. Sadly it was at first hard to identify the small voice that came behind his closed doors, t once I heard a few words, rage boiled inside of my body.

"N-no. Not this..." It was (Y/N).... That bastard! Without hesitation I harshly thrust open the door only to ear a ear-piercing scream, and then the sight of a white ceiling. 

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My heart was clawing at my chest as I caught my breath, eyes wide and everything starting to manifest itself into reality. This wasn't my room, Papa hadn't done anything, because my friend had me rather close to her, probably on accident. Because she was still sound asleep with her arms wrapped around my waist, snuggling into the scoop of my neck. Her gentle warm breathing on me, made my face heat up significantly. Luckily from the other side of the room was a glow in the dark clock, which was above the TV so I could tell what time it was. 6:00, and school started at eight. I myself usually wake early in the morning to get ready for school and to avoid papa, part of me wanted to stay in her warm arms but the logical side told me that were just friends. It still kind of irked me that we were so close, but made me feel nice and truly cared about nonetheless. Carefully i squirmed out of my friend's arms and slowly slipped of the high bed and knelt down beside my bad to get my uniform. Taking a sniff, I recioled a bit. It smelt pungent with sweat, probably from my encounter with papa. I could just spray febreeze on it or some anti-odor spray, it's one of my frequently used life hacks that help me get away with wearing my uniform for a few days. I know that sounds gross, but I don't even have an extra uniform because of the expenses. With a sigh a grab my phone off the charger and then head into (Y/N's) bathroom, which was a classic white tiled floor, and had dark mahogany cabinets. The sink was porcelain white, with a cabinet mirror on the top probably filled with first-aid and medication, though as much as curiousity bit me, I decided not to snoop, after hurting her by slamming that door yesterday, I couldn't even bring mysself to stoop even lower. In the front of the toilet there were a few thick, clean bath towels that were dry and ready to use, and next to the towels was a basket full of dirty towels and clothing, since I could notice the buildup of the pile from how packed it was from being stuffed.  Carefully I folded my smelly uniform and took a towel from the wrack, opening the plain shower curtains to hang the towel on another rack inside so I could dry off without making the whole floor wet. Then I undressed quickly and reached for the knob to turn the shower on, letting out a small squeak as cold water assaulted my bruised body, and I had totally forgotten about the bandages that (Y/N) had applied to my arms. I hope they were waterproof... Though instantly the water was very warm and embraced my body with a welcoming hug. Feeling warm rain trickle down my skin felt so amazing after what had happened everything, it was like washing away all my burdens and troubles away, showers and bathing were one of those few things that made me relax. When I had the privacy. Sometimes Papa would barge in without a word and use the toilet embarassedly so, and I would curl up in a ball if I was taking a bath, and he'd make some rude remark about my frail body like. "You should really see how anorexic you look, people are going to think that you starve yourself." "It's a shame you didn't grow into a beautiful woman." Stuff like that, which got on my nerves because it was his fault he didn't feed my 90 percent of the time because that was his most used punishment. "No dinner for you..." Those were words I heard everyday and it drove me absolutely insane. If I was stronger than Papa I would've kicked the shit out of him and left for good, but deep down inside somehow I still love him? I wish I didn't have to think about Papa so much, but he was the root for all my stupid problems. Right now I was washing myself away from Papa, away from his touch, away from his gaze, away from his words. Away from his harm. I closed my eyes and let the shower water tickle my face and wet my hair while reaching over to the right to get the huge bottle of shampoo that she had. It was rose and lavender scented, with natural remedies for healthy hair or something like that, putting a quarter-sized amount in my hand, I start to scrub it thoroughly into my scalp and strands of hair which I had dyed recently. Hopefully this would not aid in fading the color , I heard sulfate which was a common component of most shampoos helps with fading color away. Luckily when I was done lathering my hair with the gooey soap, I saw no pink color flowing down into the drain at my feet. Dye could be way too messy sometimes! My natural hair color was a bright blonde color, therefore I did not have to bleach my already thin looking locks. I wish that my hair was fuller, but malnutrition made my hair frail, as well as my body at times. Thankfully (Y/N) would help me at least get a meal or two a day, I really owe it to her! But how do I repay her for letting me stay at her place whenever I could and giving me free, hot homemade meals? Cupcakes? She looked like she really enjoyed them, yeah, I'll make her treats when I can! Maybe I can ask her to store my manga here instead of the club room, so Monika wouldn't keep messing it up and in benefit she can read all the collections I have! Though right now I'm letting her borrow the first volume of Parfait Girls, which she seemed to be enjoying so far. I want to make her happy... Lost in though I almost methodically already dried my skinny body off and slipped on my dirtied uniform. I took the towel I dried myself of with and then proceeded to dry my hair, roughly rubbing my hair back and forth to take the moisture away from it. Walking to the front of the mirror, I took a good look at myself- my face. Pink orbs gazed back at me with even more intensity than the night before, probably from being revitalized by a warm shower and food. For once I felt pretty good about my looks, since my face was only slightly red from the steamy, damp air, and despite the bandages around my arms they did not sting or throb with pain. With delicate strokes, I combed my hair with my phalanges until it looked less messy, and more neat, brushing my side bangs over to the right side and smoothening my silky strands. With another glance at the mirror I looked more presentable and was too lazy to put my hair in pigtails and put ribbons in them. Quickly I grabbed the rest of my belongings and opened the bathroom door to still face a sleeping, peaceful girl still curled up in a snoring ball. She looks way too cute sleeping, her eyelids still, unmoving, her torso was rising and falling to a natural rhythm. The clock presented that a half an hour had almost passed and just as the glow in the dark clock turned to 6:40 a loud, piercing noise erupted in my ears as an alarm sang obnoxiously. (Y/N) let out a loud groan and stirred, pulling the corner of her blanket up to her nose and ducking her head under the covers, again the way she acted especially now waking up was adorable, and I could feel my cheeks flush a little as I watched her squirm out of the blankets she was tangled in and finally poke her head out.

"Ah.... Natsuki! Good morning!" With a small sigh she let out a high-pitched grunt and stretched her arms as she sat up, arching her back gracefully like a lithe cat.

"Morning sleepyhead, took you long enough to get up..." A grin found its way to my lips as I snickered a bit, resting my tiny hands on my narrow hips.

"Ehh... How long have you been awake...?" Her voice was gentle, and heavy with sleepiness at the same time as her eyelids squinted at me since I had forgotten to turn the bathroom light off and bright light was hugging my back.

"Forty minutes about..." Casually replying I slumped back and leaned against the wall beside the bathroom door, resting my gaze upon her waking person. "Mind if I cook you something this morning?" With another yawn she nodded happily and slid down the bed, letting her body sink to the floor with another groan. I laughed a little. "Tired eh? Well how about you wake up and get ready while I can cook some breakfast?" My friend nodded more energetically this time and gave a thumbs up. "Sounds like a plan, i'll make it a surprise!"