DAY 3
Izuku's pov:
Day 3. I haven't eaten in 5 days because I never got to eat at U.A before coming home. I hear a bunch of commotion going on upstairs, and assume that my father is having another one of his poker parties. Suddenly, I hear the door open. I look up to see one of my father's friends standing at the top of the door.
"Oh Shit. Hisashi! You didn't tell me the brat was here!" He shouted to my father.
"Yeah. He tried to talk, so I had to shut him up. Just ignore him." My father replied.
"Mmph!" I tried to convince him to help me as a stumbled forward. His eyes widened at my condition. I realized that it's always been to dark down here for me to see anything, so I looked down. I was covered in blood, and my shirt was tattered from the belt.
"I said just ignore him." My father growled as he pulled the man away and locked the door. I sighed in defeat and slumped back into my corner. I waited for hours before my father finally came down. I hoped for water, but he came down with a box of empty beer bottles. He grabbed a new piece of rope, and tied me the the leg of a table, so I couldn't move. Thankfully, he left the box, and went upstairs for the night.
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Why Won't Anyone Believe Me?
FanfictionIzuku lives with his abusive father, and he tries to tell his classmates about it, but no one believes him. In result of him making 'false accusations', U.A called his father and told him, and then suspended Izuku for a week. Will Izuku survive long...
