I left my job with a fair amount of money that I had earned solely from tips, and I punched out for the day having met all of my work requirements. It is without a doubt something that would be useful in recouping some of the money that I had spent on essentials as well as garments, and it is something that would be beneficial in doing so.
In spite of the fact that I was relieved to be finished with my shift at the office, I found that getting home was an entirely novel experience for me.
After dropping me off at my destination, Daciana informed me that Ashina still had an extra hour of work to do. This meant that Kane and I were the only people there at the scene.
As soon as I stepped foot inside the premises, I had the distinct impression that he was very intoxicated. This took place as soon as I entered the building via the main entrance.
He was watching an obscure football game on television while resting in the chair, and he had the television set to the appropriate channel. I let out a sigh and watched as the irritation that was already there in his countenance became much more pronounced.
"Where the hell have you been all this time?" It took a lot of effort for him to push himself up and out of the chair, and as he was doing so, he vomited.
Because I knew that rolling my eyes would only serve to annoy him more, I made a conscientious effort to resist doing so. I am glad that I did.
"Getting it done, Kane." It's likely that I've already said the same thing a hundred times in this sentence.
I had just started heading up the stairs in an attempt to get away from his intoxicated rant when something that he said forced me to turn around and go back the other way up the staircase.
"Are you busy?" He snorted as he struggled to get out of the chair he had been sitting in, and as he did so, he slowly stood up. You thought it was praise when someone said to you, "You were out whoring around like your mother whores," but they meant it as an insult.
I feel terrible admitting this, but at this point in the conversation, I really rolled my eyes. If he weren't drinking all the time, he'd recall that Ashina insisted that I pay the bill for everything by myself, despite the fact that he's been drinking all the time. But he's been drinking all the time. When I was in high school and working to support myself, I simply did not have the luxury of time to "whirl around." I had to focus on getting through school. I had to organise my priorities and put in a lot of effort with my time.
"Ashina is not the mother of this child." I screamed, and then all of a sudden I jolted to a stop, turned around, and headed back up the steps.
His hand grabbed my wrist, dragging me behind him. This was a really unfortunate turn of events for me.
I was able to avoid falling completely, but the slip that I made prompted me to take a few steps in the incorrect direction.
"Get your hands off of me, Kane." I murmured something as my stomach knotted up in reaction to the terrible circumstance. My muscles also stiffened.
On the few instances that he had been successful in reaching me at such a close distance, the scene was not a beautiful one to look at. When Kane was under the influence of alcohol, he had a habit of constantly placing his hands on other people and improperly or sexually caring for them.
This behaviour continued even after he stopped drinking.
The phenomenon is known as the "fiuciking whire." When he gargled, the scent of alcohol that was on his breath immediately reached me, which was an assault on my hypersensitive sense of smell. He brought me closer to him, and as I got nearer, I saw a sweat stain on his shirt. He was obviously very nervous. As we drew closer, he tugged me closer to him. I was on the verge of becoming sick to my stomach.
As a direct consequence of my worry, I experienced a chill that spread throughout my whole body. It was difficult to feel comfortable with him being so close by. His proximity made it impossible.
The foul concoction of stale beer and body smell that I could pick up on made me feel like I needed to puke up. I was just unable to control myself.
As his hold became more firm on my wrist, I clenched my teeth together in an effort to reduce the searing pain that I was experiencing. I was attempting to free myself from his hold on my wrist.
"I told you to get off!" "I said get off!" I was having a hard time getting away from him, so I yelled and wedged my knee in between his little legs as I tried to escape.
Kane let out a groan that was filled with frustration as his hand, which had been hanging onto my wrist after he had gripped it, dropped it after he had first grasped it. Even after I had locked myself in my bedroom and closed the door behind me, I was still able to hear the drunken yelling that he was engaging in.
I ignored the fact that tears were beginning to form in my eyes and continued to mess about with the latch nonetheless.
After I had successfully closed the door, I went into my room, sat down on my bed, and let a few tears roll down my cheeks before starting. After that, I picked myself back up and carried on.
Despite the fact that some days were more challenging than others while I was locked up, I was certain that all would be worthwhile once I was finally released from this prison.
I had swiftly given up hope that Ashina would treat me over the years as if I were her own daughter, and instead I looked forward to leaving the minute I was 18 years old. I had quickly given up hope that Ashina would treat me as if I were her own daughter over the years. I had long since given up the expectation that Ashina would treat me during the course of our time together as if I were her own daughter.
It seemed like a long time had gone before I heard the front door open and saw Ashina enter the room, so I dared not move from where I was sitting on the bed as I waited for her to come in.
After that, it was quite challenging for me to get out of bed, but I was eventually successful in doing so, and I dragged myself into the bathroom to take a shower as soon as I could. Because the steam from the water obscured my tears as they ran down my face, I eventually gave up trying to stop them and instead let them flow freely down my face instead of making an effort to do so.
Because I was constantly well aware of where Kane was placed within the home, it was absolutely necessary for me to have an elevated level of awareness while I was in his company. Simply being aware of that fact was stressful, and the fact that it kept me in that circumstance maintained a condition of continual anxiety by virtue of the fact that it kept me there.
I had only just stepped out of the shower when I was overcome with a sudden and overwhelming sense of exhaustion. I made haste to go to my bedroom so that I could lay down on my bed.
Everyone was surprised by how quickly morning arrived. They had anticipated it taking much longer. Even though I had a hard time getting and staying asleep for a few hours, I was finally able to wake up and get ready for school. Even though I had a hard time falling asleep and staying asleep for a few hours, I picked an outfit from the most recent purchases I had made that featured a pair of skin-tight trousers and an off-the-shoulder long-sleeve blouse. The top had long sleeves. The cuts in the shoulder area of the blouse were off-the-shoulder, and the sleeves were lengthy.
As I looked down at the handprint bruise that had been left on my otherwise spotless skin, I gritted my teeth and made a face of disgust as I did so. After that, I covered it by pulling the sleeve down over it.
My first and second classes of the day were both with Daciana, as is the customary pattern. She is an excellent teacher. While we were all working on our own projects at the same time, we decided to sit down and have a conversation. The one that came up after that was the one that made me feel the most anxious since I knew I would have to attend to it.
Despite the fact that I found Lowell's comment about wearing perfume at the restaurant strange when it initially happened, after the incident had completed, I promptly pushed it to the back of my mind, where it has remained ever since, despite the fact that I have now forgotten it. It would seem that none of them were able to live up to the standards that were set for them.
It seemed as if Lowell and Duko were both experiencing the same level of attraction to them. The hair of both of the twins was dishevelled, and they shared that dishevelled feature that was hard to create for the majority of other males owing to the nature of their hair. This dishevelled appearance was shared by the twins. Duko's clothing consisted of little more than a standard black t-shirt, in contrast to Lowell's dark blue bitton down shirt that he was sporting. Duko seemed to be dressed in a less formal manner.
Both Lowell and Duko sat down at the table we typically use, but this time Duko decided to sit on the other side of Lowell than he had in the past. When I found out that I would have to sit next to one of them, I gritted my teeth to hide the frustration that I was feeling. I had to sit next to one of them.
Because it appeared like Lowell took things more seriously than Duko did and because I thought Lowell would be more scary, I made the deliberate choice to sit next to Duko instead of Lowell.
The way that Duko glared at Lowell gave the impression that he had just come out on top in some type of wager, and it seemed as if this was the case. I appeared to be interested in what the instructor had to say in order to keep the attention of the class on me. In order to do this, I diverted my eyes from the devilishly alluring twins who were seated next to me. I did this so that the class would continue to concentrate on me.
"Did the rag doll turn in her portion of the group project?" Duko laughed in a sarcastic tone as he encircled my ear with his hot breath and then kissed it. He then giggled.
The sight of my whole body beginning to shake caused Duko to let out an amused giggle, and I could feel his eyes rolling. I bit my lips together and pretended like I hadn't heard him by clenching my teeth. I also pretended like I hadn't heard him. Evidently, I was successful in achieving my goals and completing the assignment within the allotted time frame. I just could not allow those two troublemaking twins to continue to bring down my grade any more.
Duko's fingertips danced over my shoulder and lightly tickled my collarbone as he waited for a reaction from me as he waited. All the while, he was waiting for a response from me. Despite this, I did not speak out. As soon as he touched me, a tingling and bubbling sensation erupted on my skin, and in reaction to the sensation, I let out a loud exhalation.
"Stop." In spite of my best efforts to maintain my focus on the instructor, I couldn't help but let out a snort.
After becoming aware of a peculiar rumbling sound that was emanating from inside Duko, the need to carry out an inquiry gradually increased until it became overpowering.
My focus was immediately pulled to Duko, whose sullen eyes masked a one-of-a-kind glint in the interiors of his pupils.
I was extremely taken aback by the incredibly beautiful looks of the twins, who are similar to each other. First, the two of them arrived at the realisation that they would be aiming their attention on me as their objective. Second, they were looking forward to a response from me to the question that they had asked. Third, when they did eventually obtain a response, it seemed as if they were truly unhappy about it. This was evident from the tone of their voice.
"Doll, why don't you make me stop what I'm doing?" Duko broke into a devious smile as he ran his massive fingers along the exposed bone of my collar bone. This gave me the idea that he was up to no good.
During the same period of time, the instructor went around the classroom collecting everyone's contributions to the group project that we had been tasked with completing.
When I was going through my binder for the assignment, I saw that Duko's hand had strayed off and then returned to his body. At the time, I was looking through my binder for the assignment. Despite this, I continued to flip over the pages of my book.
I was taken aback when a huge hand grabbed my thigh as I went to give over our belongings to the instructor. I had just finished doing so. This made me feel really anxious and scared. I was so astonished that I almost sprang out of my chair in response to the surprise.
As soon as I saw that Duko was sneering condescendingly at me, my whole body started to tense up and become more rigid.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I just don't see that sassy little attitude. "In which room is it?" His rough voice was unexpectedly soothing, and it was far too close to my ear for it to be comfortable. He was standing quite close to me.