XVI: A Moment in Time Repeated

[semi-edited] ⚠️- Domestic Violence

Koko and I went home that night and crashed, he took me home earlier than the others to avoid conflict. The moonlight shined through the window and Kokonoi's arms wrapped around my torso. I could feel his warm breaths on the back of my neck and the rise and fall of his chest. But I laid there and I couldn't sleep, we would only be staying in Yokohama for a little while longer and I wanted to find him. I wanted to find Fyodor again.

Hastily I slipped out of his arms and sat on the edge of my bed, my feet just barely touching the cool floor boards. My body still ached and my head pounded, I desperately needed water. My lips cracked and my eyes could barely stay open.

I slid off the bed and straightened my nightgown. The apartment was quiet but the light of the kitchen still lingered and the smell of liquor was strong. I hesitated down the stairs, my footsteps made no sound.

Holding onto the railing I loomed over the corner only to see someone sitting at the island counter. A familiar tall silhouette with pink hair and gorgeous lashes sat underneath the single light. He held a glass of wine in his hand, the counter splattered with it aswell as broken glass. You couldn't tell if the wine was blood or actually wine.

His head rested in his other hand and he seemed truly distraught. The palms of his hands were torn and his arms too. He didn't seem as if he was on anything, quickly I decided to approach him.

He didn't have his suit coat on, he was just in a plain white button up with the matching purple striped pants. As I approached him with soft steps I picked up his coat jacket and threw it over my arm.

"You really shouldn't be making messes like this..." My words reached his ears and he turned around to see who it was, his tense muscles eased and he look just a bit calmer.

He put the wine glass down and put a hand over his heart, "It's just you [Y/n]. That's good."

There was a long moment of silence before the two of us spoke again, he stared at my face like it was the prettiest thing he'd even seen. His eyes sparkled at the sight of me.

I cleared my throat, "You shouldn't be drinking like this again...alone."

"Wanna drink with me, eh?" He chuckled at stood from his seat, his footsteps were sloppy and all over the place. He was wasted.

I put my arm out to offer his jacket to him before he could touch me, who knew how I would react? Especially after he dragged me several floors down by my hair and threw you out the first floor window.

"Absolutely not." I paused as he took the jacket, "You seriously shouldn't be drinking like this and creating huge messes, Koko will freak once he finds that you stained his carpet." I said harshly, my anger flaring. I pivot my feet and start walking away from him, but my moves are halted by his firm hand.

I try to pull away, "Don't touch me!" I shout angrily, he didn't move only stared into my eyes. Maybe he was on something, something different this time.

My muscle strength is weakened from all of my accidents, I tried to use his strength on my arm to my advantage and kick him in the face. But it wasn't nearly as fast as it used to be, he quickly grabbed my ankle and his grip on my arm losened and he let go. He used his hold on my ankle to pull me over to the kitchen island, I began screaming and throwing my body everywhere in hopes I would catch someone's attention.

He was angry now, I could tell by the vein bulging out of his head, "Why do you always have to be such a bitch to me!?" He screamed in my face, his unoccupied hand reached for something on the island. It looked like a piece of glass but I was to busy trying to break free of his glass.

Tears fall and sobs erupt from my throat, "I just told you you shouldn't be making messes." I screamed as loud as possible, I could feel my whole body shaking in fear and he could too. He found it utterly amusing.

In one quick moment, the bones in his fist connected with my cheek and it made a loud crack sound, ringing sounds flooded my head and eventually, my vision went blurry.

He just hit me.

For some reason it hurt more than him throwing me out of the window, not physically, but mentally.

"Sanzu! Stop it please!" I begged in desperate sobs. My body flailing, but his fist kept coming down on my face and my sides too, pain erupted through everything in my body. I could feel stitches reopen and fading bruises come back.

"Wanna know how I got these scars!?" He screamed in my face, he didn't have my ankle in his hand anymore, he didn't have to. I couldn't move because of the pain I was experiencing. "DO YOU?!"

His voice got louder, but I could barely hear him, my ears were ringing and my consciousness was fading.

"MIKEY CUT THE CORNERS OF MY MOUTH WITH A PIECE OF A BROKEN AIRPLANE!" He screamed, his voice sounding more and more pained.

A moment he paused and he held a glass shard of a wine bottle over my face, "I just want someone to feel the same pain I felt..."

My eyes widened as he brought the glass piece to my mouth, I desperately grabbed for the floors and tried to pull myself away from him, it was even close to fast enough. "Sanzu please don't, I'm begging you. I'll do anything" I begged and cried.

His hand pinned my shoulder to the floor with such force I felt my collar bone snap and I screamed in pain, with his other hand he took the sharp edge of the broken piece and slit the corner of my mouth open. The pain was like no pain I ever felt, it burned like no other cut inflicted on my skin. I screamed louder than before, my desperate sobs catching the attention of the others.

I heard doors slam shut and people screaming, I could hear loud footsteps run down the stairs, but before the others reached Sanzu, he brought down the glass shard and slit the other side of my mouth.

I screamed, I cried, I writhed from the pain, and that's when I finally lost consciousness.