Broken Truth

"See you at training later!"

You waited until he walked away from your house before entering. No slaps? Okay?..

Your grandpa and grandma were in the kitchen, they looked at you, " Don't eat anything, and don't worry your pretty little crushable face, we won't be giving you any big wounds soon. Can't let the rich ones see." They say, twirling the necklace in their hands. You scowl and go up stairs to your room.

You rest in your bed and nap for a good 20 minutes. Once you wake up, you get a text;

Devil's Incarnation 3:27

Come around 4

(Y/n) 3:28

That's pretty early compared to the other training

Devil's Incarnation 3:28

Let's just say, I have a surprise?

(Y/n) 3:30

Boi, if wasabi gets shoved up my nose the moment I walk in, you're a dead man!

Devil's Incarnation 3:31

Eh? Don't worry, I'll try to be less evil :)

(Y/n) 3:32

😒, I'm bringing a real knife, omw..

Devil's Incarnation 3:33

Ok!👌 See ya!

You sigh and get up. You put on some sports clothes. You sneak out the window because you don't feel like taking any bs from your grandparents at the moment.

You make your way towards the subway. Once you get dropped off to the nearest station to his house, you search up his address on Google Maps. Making your way towards his house, he is once again waiting at the front of his house. "Hey." You greet him.

The two of you walk into his giant house. "Your thin, I'll make food first." He said. "No no, I'm fine, seriously! I'm not hungry, hehehe..." you said trying to shake it off. He got up and into his kitchen, totally ignoring everything you just said...at least he's being normal again.

He comes back with two plates of curry and rice. He sets it down on the table and you both begin to eat. Suddenly a thought pops up in your head

, "..Karma?" You say.

"Hm?"

"Who cooks all this food? A chef?"

"I do."

"..."

"Why so quiet?"

"You can cook?!"

"Yes?"

"WJDJNDHEJBHEBDHEYNSJDNF!!"

"Sheesh, What do you expect? I'm living alone for most the time, I should learn at least some household skills."

"I just never thought you as the type who can cook!"

"Ha, assuming much"

"Heehee!"

You were amazed at his ability to cook. The heck? You never thought that this devilish, jackass, sadist period head would know how to cook. No wonder he has so much wasabi...

After a bit of eating, another thought pops into your head that makes you go silent... "Karma..Can you tell me what was wrong now?.." you say.

He goes silent, "L-later."

"Why not now?"

"Because I said later, god damnit!" He rose his voice. It took you by surprise, you got pissed.

"Can you just tell me what's wrong?!" You yell, standing up.

"What do you not understand about later?!"

"Can you just stop keeping fucking secrets?!!" You yell.

He goes silent, "I'm not the one keeping secrets."

Your eyes widen, you look away. "Ha..Wh-What are you talking about?.." You mutter. "Tch!" He says. After a bit of you awkwardly mumbling random stuff, Karma grabs your wrist and pulls you somewhere. Going through a few halls, he stops at a door. He opens it, it's a bathroom.

He rolls his sleeves up and turns the sink tap on. Then he rolls your shirt sleeves up and takes your hand closer to the sink. Seeing what he was about to do, you pull away. "Wh-What are you doing?!" You say. He grabs your wrist and strongly grips onto it. He begins to wash your arms. The thin, evenly-spread concealer began to wash off. He kept on washing, unsurprised but with an even more pissed expression on his face each time a wound was uncovered.

After your arm was fully cleansed, he took a wipe from a cabinet and begins wiping your face. A bruise appears on the top right part of your face. You look away nervously. After all your wounds were showing, he sighs and takes you back to the living room.

Once you sat down, you looked down, all tense. He whips out his phone, " You didn't call the police, give me the reason why and I won't dial 911." He says.

You struggle to find your voice, "only known relatives..they're my only known family other than my own parents, but they're dead..If they get arrested, I'll have to go to an orphanage.. the only orphanage that was willing to take me in before they contacted my grandparents was 5 cities away..They're known to be strict, they take the children's phones to make sure they don't get too addicted to it and so they don't cyber bully...I..I don't want to lose you.. I don't want to lose the E-Class.." you say, "they also have the last possession I have of my mother as well.." you added.

Karma puts his phone away, he pats your back to try comforting you, "How long have they been abusing you?" He asks. "Since when they took me in, usually just a few hits a day, mostly they'd just ignore me, glare, or insult me. This is the hardest they've ever gone.." you answer. "Why do they do that?.." he asks. You look away uncomfortably.

Karma sighs, seeing you didn't want to answer it. He didn't want to stress you more than he already did, so he let it slide. "Just..just don't tell the class, I don't want them to get concerned over me.. they have their own problems to worry about.." you say, he simply nods. There was a tense silence.

You look up, "What time is it?" You ask. Karma checks his phone, "7:34.." he says. You get up, "shoot, I have to get going." Karma grabs your wrist, pulling you back onto the couch, "Karma?" You say. "Don't go back there." He says. "Wha-What?" You say. "Stay here, at least for the night. Don't go back there, they'll abuse you again." He says more sternly. "B-but!-"

"I'll tell the class, if you don't." He cuts you off.

"F-fine.." You say.

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