Cursed

Rainy day

That day she had seen it happen. Saw just what her husband was capable of. She forced them back inside. Made Eren shower and change. Then they sat down for a family discussion. She got Eren to admit that his father did this a lot. Of course Grisha only said he disciplined him. Carla hadn’t bought it. When she asked about Eren being gay, he had hung his head.

She had pressured him into talking. He loved his mom and would do anything for her. So, he told her the truth. At only fourteen, Eren knew he didn’t like girls. Not sexually. There had been this one, Mikasa Ackerman. She dressed more like a boy and kept her hair short. He had liked her because she looked like a boy, fought like one too. They had become friends. Then her parents were killed and she moved away to live with an aunt or something.

That was the last time he had any feelings for a girl. Eren kicked at a rock as he walked. Rain started to drizzle down a little. It wasn’t anything major, he walked on. His head down, his body aching. During the talk, Carla gave Grisha an ultimatum, either he sought therapy, or she sought a divorce lawyer. Grisha went to hit her, at this Eren had leapt between them.

He took the punch to the head. It knocked him out. When he awoke he had been in the hospital. His mother was sitting beside him, her arm in a sling. Eren had gotten upset. Apparently after knocking his son out, Grisha had yelled at her that he was fine and would wake up soon enough. Carla had insisted on calling an ambulance. That’s when Grisha broke her arm.

The neighbor lady heard and called the cops. They had arrested Grisha. Carla took her son and left. They moved to another town. Eren found his friend Armin. He even began to be friendly with Jean, until Bertolt showed up a year later. His old boyfriend got to be friends with Reiner, the school big shot dick wad. He hated Eren on sight. The kid didn’t know why.

His mom got him settled into their apartment and she left too. At fifteen he was alone. He went to school and hung out with Armin. At sixteen Bertolt ruined what happiness he had. Now, at seventeen, Reiner, Bertolt, Jean and anyone else who followed the lug, beat the shit out of Eren any chance they got. It didn’t help that Eren had been small for his age. It wasn’t until this last year that he began to grow. Now he was almost six foot, but he still didn’t know how to fight. He snorted.

Maybe if Mikasa had stuck around he could have asked her. She had been studying martial arts since she was two. At least that’s what she told him. Eren sighed lifting his head up as the rain came down heavier. He was soaked. He sighed pushing the wet shaggy hair out of his eyes. Life, why was it so hard?

He went to take a step, suddenly there was a yowling sound in front of him. Eren looked down. A jet black cat was under his foot. He moved his foot to put it down beside the cat. He was lucky he didn’t step on the poor thing. It looked like it was pissed off at the world too.

Eren bent down. He held a hand out. To his surprise the cat came up to him. He stroked its slick black fur. It was like a little old slick. He giggled at the thought.

“Wow, you’re cute. Where did you come from?” He asked it. Looking around, Eren tried to see if there were any places nearby. Nope he was behind the shopping district. Only a few houses were scattered around here.

Before he could look to see if the cat had a collar, it crowled up under his hoodie. Eren laughed out loud. “You don’t like the rain?” he asked it. The cat made a noise as if to say no. Eren chuckled again. He repositioned the cat to get a better grip on him.

“Alright you can come with me.” Eren told it. He walked on, now he had someone to talk to at least.

“So, where did you come from, little fella. Oh, I don’t know if you’re a boy. Huh, will check that out later.” He petted the tiny head snuggled just under the opening in his hoodie.