You hated him. You hated his stupid guts, his stupid face, his stupid stupid personality... you hated every bit of him.

But you didn't have the guts to tell him. It was true you, (y/n), had a slight anger issue. You hated Yuuma for the dumbest reason and you never knew why.

He always was so smart and happy. He got bullied at school but he didn't seem to care much. In fact a lot of kids at school didn't like Yuuma. He was weird and he acted like everyone was his friend.

"(Y/n)-Chan~!" He'd say "may I sit with you?"

"Buzz of freak." Youd always reply.

"Ah, I'll try again later then~!"

Then he'd leave you alone for a while before coming back later.

"(Y/n)-Chan may I borrow a pencil from you?" He'd say.

"No way they're mine." You'd bark, taking s glance at his scarred fingers.

"Oh.. I understand~!" He'd reply and wonder off to who knows where.

You didn't understand why he always bothered you. You just didn't get it.

"Well, well it seems someone is persistent." You turned your head only to see a smirk plastered on your friends face.

You wrinkled your nose in disgust. "No way is it gonna work." You replied.

"Then let's beat him up!" Your other friend said, holding up a fist. "Teach em not to mess with you ever again."

You gave her an uneasy look. "Are you sure..?" You asked.

Your friends nodded. "Hell yeah! Besides, everyone does it all the time! It'll be fine." She grinned.

You felt a gut of guilt surge through your chest. But you decided to ignore it and push it back down.

"Then let's fucking do it." You said with a grin.

"Alright I know he walks down 3rd street every Saturday around 11. I know cause he walks right past my mother shop~!" Your friend said.

You got more nervous suddenly.

"Damn. You a stalker."

"SHUT UP!"

"Okay so we'll meet at 10:30 3rd street on Saturday?" You asked.

They both nodded. "Yep! And we'll beat that son of a bitch to a pulp!" They laughed.

You had a bad feel about all this. Where the odds really in your favor?

That night when you got home you found your mother passed out drunk on the couch. She had a smoke still lit in her mouth and a bottle that slipped from her hand. The place smelled of dirty old men making you want to gag.

Yes, your mother might of had a problem but.. she didn't abuse you so you felt blessed to have her. You grabbed a blanket and put it on her taking note of the bruise on her left eye.

'Oh mom... I wish you wouldn't put yourself in those kinds of situations...' you thought as you took the cigarette from her mouth and stomping it out on the carpet. ((Yes you did that despite the risk of it catching on fire))

'Yuuma...' you thought- the guilt was back. You shook your head. You were more afraid of disappointing your friends rather than what Yuuma was capable of. He was taller than you but not by much- he was frail and whenever you had to run the mile he'd always be at least 3rd to last. To call him buff or athletic would be a lie. If it were just you, you bet he'd still be able to overpower you... but since you had your friends you doubted he'd even try.

Whatever... you sighed and closed your eyes. You won't hit him. Or... at least you won't hit him first.

The next day, Saturday, you met your friends in a secluded ally way on 3rd street. You began to wonder why he ever headed this way anyways? There was only really a library and next to it was your house- you assumed he was going to the old library even if it is boring and lame.

You heard faint footsteps coming from the sidewalk. You tensed up.

You saw your friends step out so you followed them.

"Heeyyyy Yuuma~~!" One of them called.

The male stopped walking and looked up, his eye was covered by a bruise making your memory flash back to your mothers bruised eye.

"Oh hello!" He said, cheerfully as usually.

"We want to show you something cool~! I think you'll really love it!!" Your other friend said, mocking his cheerful tone.

You felt so bad...

He seemed to become nervous by this and glanced for a second at you before back to the ground with a small smile. "Sure I'd love to see it~!" He chimed.

Your friend motioned for the male to follow. You followed hesitantly along side them as your anxiety began to boil over.

Once you were out of sight of any passerby your friends grabbed him by his arms. He yelped in surprised, his eyes widened.

You gulped and backed up in fear.

"(Y/n) what are you doing hit him!" One of your friends growled.

"Yeah what are you waiting for come on!?"

You gulped and held your hands up in defense. "G-Guys-... I- I don't know about thi-"

"Oh my god literally just hit him it's not that hard!!! You agreed to it quit being such a fucking pussy!!!"

"Yeah just beat him up a little so we can get out of here!"

You gulped and hesitantly held up a fist. You felt tears in your eyes you didn't want to do it you didn't want to do it. You stared at Yuuma, he stared back at you with wide eyes, then smirked.

"How rude~! Forcing (Y/n) to do something you know she can't do!" He chuckled.

You stared in confusion.

"What did you say you bitch!?" Your friend growled.

He gave a closed eye smile. "Well I doubt she can! Why would she if she can't even hit the man who hit her mother?" He looked at your and stared right in your eyes.

You froze. "Wha-"

"Well if you can't even avenge your mother, someone you is precious to you how do you expect to hit me?"

His words cut deep, stabbed you in the heart.

"You're weak!" He smirked.

No... you weren't weak. Your fist clenched. You wanted to those fools who hurt your mom- you did- you tried- but you couldn't. You couldn't. You-.

Suddenly your felt your fist hit his face.

"YOU IDIOT!!" you cried and pushed your friends off of him before tackling him yourself and hitting him over and over again.

"Hey!!! What are you nuts!? You're gonna kill him!!" Your friend pulled you off of him.

You gasped and tried to pull away from them. If this fucker really thought he could talk to you like that he was dead wrong!! You can't believe you ever felt bad for him!!! He doesn't deserve your pity.

Yuuma slowly sat up, his hair covering his face, his own blood dripping to the pavement. You were pissed you hated what he said, your fists had his blood on them, but you didn't care, you couldn't care.

How could he!? He doesn't know anything about your family!! He doesn't even know anything about you!!! That low life scum doesn't know SHIT!!!

You ripped your arms away and went to kick him down again. You raised your foot however when you tried to hit him he roughly grabbed your foot.

You froze.

He was shaking- shaking like a madman- no...he was- laughing?

He looked up with a huge grin, blood pouring from his mouth, nose, head- but he was smiling like a maniac. "Sorry (Y/n)~." He purred. "I've already made up my mind~!!" He twisted your foot allowing a loud audible crack~ to be heard.

You gasped- couldn't even scream. You knew what happened but you didn't know what to do. Adrenaline covered the pain, a ringing hit your ears, darkness blurred your vision.

He let go of your foot and you fell back on your butt and stared at the male still in shock.

He pulled out a box cutter.

"No witnesses~~~!" He chimed.

You don't remember what happened after that.

You think you came to when you were suddenly being carried in the males arms. Once you were at his out he set you on the couch knowing you wouldn't go anywhere... not that you really could.

While Yuuma was in the kitchen humming and taking care of his wounds you found yourself suddenly snapping back to reality and the pain of your newly broken ankle shooting though your nerves.

You screamed.

Yuuma dropped what he was doing and quickly rushed to your aid. "(Y/n)?" He questioned and crouched down to your level. Your face was buried in the couch and you were sobbing in pain. You felt Yuuma place a hand on your hand and brush though your hair.

"Shhh it's okay~." He cooed, leaning close to your ear and snuggling beside you.

"P-please.." you whispered. "Please- hospital- please!!" You sputtered though sobbing.

"No..." he said. "No hospital... you don't need one~! It's not broken I promise~." He leaned back and took ahold of your leg. He gently took off your shoe slowly and carefully. His cold fingers ran across your skin gently, feeling for any breaks. On one spot he pressed down a little making you tense up and cry out in pain.

He hummed. "It's not broken (y/n)-Chan~. You're probably in so much pain because it stretched a muscle located in a pressure point." He smiled at you and stood up.

You felt like a baby... but goddamn it hurt it hurt it hurt so fucking much! Now that your brain started thinking straight you began to look around. It wasn't your house- it was probably Yuuma's. Why were you here and why was he being nice when you just beat him up!?

You tried to suck it up- stop being such a baby. You sat up and reached in your pocket for your phone. You were going to tell your mom you'd need a ride home but you didn't feel you phone.

You panicked.

"Y-Yuuma!?" You called.

"Hm?" You heard from the kitchen.

"W-Would you happen to know where my phone is!?" You asked, shoving your hands in your pockets and down your shirt just in case you decided to shove it in your bra or something.

"Hm...no... I didn't see it!" He said.

You let out a loud long sigh and due to you being distracted you tried to stand up only for a jilt of pain to pass though your soul making you fall backwards and cry out in pain.

"Shit shit shit ow ow ow fuck- god fucking damnit shit-."

"(Y/n)-Chan you shouldn't try to stand up~" Yuuma said as he came into the living room where you sat.

You looked up at him awkwardly. "Y-Yuuma would you happen to have a pho-."

"Here you go (Y/n)-Chan!" He said, handing you a cup of warm tea. You looked at it then back at him.

"Yuuma I need a p-."

"You should probably drink it while it's still hot. I put 2 pain killers in there!" He said with a smile again cutting you off.

"Yuuma I-."

He took the cup out of your fingers and put it to your mouth. "Say ahh!" He said in a cheerful tone.

You turned your head away and pushed his hands back. "Yuuma cut it out!!" You yelled, starting to get more panicked. "I have to call my mom and tell her to pick me up jeez what do you expect for me to be here all night!? She can take care of me too you know!!"

He went silent for a moment but smiled suddenly.

"No i wasn't expecting you to stay here all night..." he mumbled. Suddenly he put the cup on the table and placed both his hands on your thighs. He put his head on your lap and gave you a sort of puppy dog look. "I just expected you to stay here forever!"

You tried to push him off.

"YUUMA WHAT THE HELL!?"

He wouldn't get off! What was he saying!? It sounded crazy! You slapped his head and kept trying to push him off.

"(Y/n)...." he mumbled, his face was buried in your lap.

You paused.

He looked up at you and gave you a crazed look. "This is exactly what I wanted~!!"

He wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled into your stomach.

"Please~. Abuse me more~!" He cried.

You tensed up and froze not sure of what to do. You've never met someone like this before was he ill??

"Y-Yuuma what do you mean..? What are you saying?" You asked in a worried tone.

You began to feel worse and worse. First you were rude to him when he was always nice then you beat him up and he had to hurt your foot so you'd stop and then he takes care of it and even carries you to his house so he can treat you and now it seems as if he has something wrong with him.

He looked up at you with his bruised, battered and swollen face. "I want you to hurt me."

'A masochist....' you thought. You didn't think people like this actually existed- or well you did but you never think you'd have one begging you of all people to hurt them...

"Yuuma..." you muttered, putting a hand on the poor boys head "I- I think we should go see a doctor.. together." You said.

He frowned.

"No...(Y/n)..." he glanced away. You froze wondering if you said something wrong?

"Yuuma I can't force you to go anywhere however I am going to go at least to my mothers house... I do think you should consider going to a the-"

"Nononono- NO!" He pulled his arms back and placed them on your shoulders shoving you back into the couch. He squeezed your shoulders and dug his nails into your skin.

"You're not going anywhere!" He leaned close to your face. "I-I don't care if I have- have to break both your ankles! I'll do whatever it takes I don't care you're not going ANYWHERE!!!"

You put your hands on his arms and tried to lean back. "Y-Yuuma please calm down you're scaring me!" You cried and looked away.

"(Y/n)... please." He leaned into your ear, his bleeding lips so close. "Hurt me... if I'm bad I promise if you punish me I'll make it up to you.. all I ask is if you stay with me...please don't fight me I don't want to be mean to-."

"YUUMA GET OFF OF ME PLEASE!!!" You sobbed. "GET OFF!!! Your eyes were tightly shut you could feel his breath on your skin your heart was racing at 100 miles an hour it felt like it was going to break from your chest all you felt was panic!!?!

Yuuma slowly pulled back and let go with one hand. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a certain box cutter stained with blood.

He let go of you and took your hands instead. You opened your eyes and stared at him in horror. He put the blade in your hands and tightly rapped your fingers around it. He let go of you and slowly pulled his sleeve up.

Cuts.

There were hundreds of them. All up and down his arms.

You shook in absolute fear, you couldn't breathe.

He took your wrist and pulled it closer to his arm. You tensed up and resisted, knowing where this was going.

Yuuma looked in your eyes, squeezed your wrist tighter and smiled. "(Y/n)-Chan I can tell you don't want to... but I was being bad for yelling at you and you're being bad for making me mad~. So I suppose we should both be punished...though you're even resisting that. If you don't be good then I'll punish you differently~." His voice was calm but that didn't help what he was trying to do!!!

You kept trying to pull away however he managed to bring your hand down to his wrist. Slowly he made you drag the blade across his skin...once, twice, three times.

"See... it's not so bad~.." He cooed with a shiver. He went to make another cut.

You summed up your strength and in one quick movement you pulled your hand away from him and threw the box cutter across the room, slitting your hand by accident in the process.

You shoved Yuuma back and stood up as fast as you could, pain shot though your foot but you didn't care you couldn't care!!! You stumbled to the door and reached for the doorknob only for a hand to grab your injured ankle.

"(Y/n)-Chan!!! How terribly bad of you~!! How awful cruel!!!! You can't expect to turn me on then not finish the job now can you~~~!?" He tugged you down making you fall on your stomach.

You started screaming and kicking hoping someone would hear you!

The male crawled on top of you. "Now now don't throw such a fit~~." He muttered and took ahold of your bleeding hand. "Poor thing~. You hurt yourself~!" His tongue gently dragged across the cut before he began to kiss your hand, licking the blood from your palm.

"LET GO OF ME YO- YOU MONSTER- Y-YOU PERVERT!!!"

He grinned a wide smile at you. "Now now you're the one who toyed with my feelings first~. Mmmm you've already pleasured me so much today~! It's only fair I return the favor~."

—-Time Skip to 2 months later——

At this point you had given up any or all hope of escaping. Police thought you were dead, no one seemed to care, your mother didn't even make a plea.

You sighed.

What a painful existence.

Yuuma was around you almost all day. If he ever did something "bad" he'd want you to hurt him. If you refused then he decided that hurting you was the best option. You've learned that you can't fight back with him because if you do then you're just giving him what he wants.

You've already tried killing him. You'd think that with all these weapons lying around you could figure out some way to hurt him at least badly enough to where you can leave.

But Yuuma is more careful than that. He knows where you can puncture and where you can't so when you tried to slit his throat open with a goddamn knife he overpowered you.

After that he broke both your ankles so you couldn't walk.

So now you were stuck with the male hugging you tightly with his head in your lap. He'd kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and kiss you- it never ends.

You just wanted to go home.

A/N I know it's long but at least I updated for onceeeee