Devils | Aki Hayakawa x Reader

Part Eight : A Gun For A Face

As soon as we stepped into the apartment, I rushed to the couch.

Ignoring the warnings about my shoes.

"So soft." I said, feeling the pillows.

It was Powers turn to sleep in the guest bed, so it worked out that I was crashed on the couch.

"Good night." Aki said.

"GmNy." I mumbled, my face still in the pillow.

I turned and looked at the wall, glaring at the poster of bikini pin ups. It was Denji's doing of course, and Aki opposed to it being put up.

I glared at the girls, their perfect bodies, small breasts, and their little smiles. The sight bored me after a while, and I soon fell asleep.

...

I covered my ears, hiding myself in the closet of my mothers bedroom.

"Your father is gone ..., we have no money! We need to leave!" The woman shouted.

By the looks of it, this was when I was four years old.

I was younger than I was when I had the first nightmare, and this felt more like a memory.

"Get your ass out of hiding if you know what's good for you." She said, her shouting turned into something much more sinister.

I opened the door, stepping out of the dark space.

My mother slapped me across the face, leaving a stinging feeling on my cheek.

"You were always daddys little girl, taking his side in everything. Your father is dead now, you do as I say, when I say it." My mother said, I nodded, beginning to cry.

"From now on, you won't cry. It's pointless. If I see you crying, then you'll suffer the consequences." 

"I didn't cry when your father died in that accident. There's no time for tears, quit whimpering like a little dog." The woman said, I nodded, wiping my eyes.

"Your transferring schools soon, so say goodbye to your friends." 

...

My mother slapped me across the face again, she shoved me to the ground, dealing a good amount of damage.

"You think you can get rid of me don't you. Your friends care a lot Kaoru, stay away from them." My mother said.

All of the sudden, the mood changed, my mother had left for some reason, and I was alone again the the house.

I blinked, and a figure stood in the doorway.

It slowly crept closer, and I was fixated in my position.

It's head was distorted, a gun for its head.

It's hair was short and black, like my mothers.

It couldn't be her, so who was it?

It's left hand was normal, but it's right was a gun as well.

It began to creep closer, it's face was becoming clearer.

I woke up screaming after that..

My dream was mostly a fantasy, though I could tell that some of it was memory.

That figure, that gun head, who was it? I didn't want to dwell on it any more than I had to, it terrified me to the core.

Would it come back?

I shivered and buried my face in my pillow.

I didnt want to close my eyes, what if I fell asleep again, what if I saw it again.