Random Writings and Drabbles ((Complete and Incomplete))

First three chapters of Can We Love?

"So that man finally croaked good. Now get out of here, now. I can tell him myself. " The hate, malice possibly in her voice nearly triggers me, my hand shoots up and stops just short of hitting this woman. It didn't help that sugary sweetness she used over it. It was so hard not to snap her fucking neck. In her eyes I could see her laughing, mocking me. The smirk on her face not helping. Letting.my hand drop I mentally counted. Up to fifteen then backwards to zero. A calming method of sorts. "So that's how it is, hitting you poor mother who loves you very much isn't a good thing. Clearly, you weren't raised right so we need to drill it into your head. " Before I can react she hits me on the face, probably breaking my nose. This is how you want to play, fine then.  We'll play like this 'mother'. Grabbing her hand to block the second punch. Sharply turning her wrist keep turning it until I hear a pop. Hopefully, I fractured the bone at the least. To prevent her from screaming with the ugly voice of hers I cover her mouth. Dropping her hand I send a sharp kick to her torso, effectively knocking her down.

"You shouldn't have started this fight, because you're not winning it no matter what you do. Oh not to mention if I slapped you, well let's say it wouldn't be as pleasant. " I crouch down, twirling a piece of her lovely golden hair in between my fingers. I hate it, she doesn't deserve something this beautiful to be around her, let alone part of her. Smirking, I look at her face. The pain showed on it makes me shiver with delight, who knew she could make such a wonderful expression. I want more though, I want to see it covered in blood, tears rolling down her face as she begs for mercy. The same mercy I begged for but didn't receive 4 years ago. Wonder if she'll do the same. Pulling out the small throwing knife I carry on hand I grab all of her hair, yanking it. Hacking it short I see she starts to cry, if she cries over her hair then I wonder what would happen if I carved into her. "Well, " I start out, standing up and stomping on her face. "I have better things to do then pick on you, as pleasurable as it is. Now I'll let myself in. " Making sure to step on her as I let myself in, the quick sight I got of her lays in my mind. It's such a delight, I bet she'll go and report this soon.

Wiping the blood on my hands on the inside of my shirt before I enter the living room, that way father doesn't suspect anything, I give him a big hug the moment I see him. Letting him hug me back and ruffle my hair for a moment, a single moment, I'm glad to have this hair that I inhareted from her. Pulling myself away I pull my hair down. "I have bad news... Uncle.... he, he died. Eaten by a titan protecting us, an abnormal ambushed us in the forest. It stomped three before eating him. " He stares at me before a few tears slip down his face. He pulls me into a hug, holding me close. I rub his back, shushing him. After all, Father is the only person I don't want to see cry now, he is the only person I have always wished to never be harmed. For a few minutes, we stay like this, before the thing I call a mom walks into the room and separates us. She had cleaned herself up first at least. "I'll take my leave. I love you, Papa if you need me I'll be here for the day. Likely at the Jaeger's or around town. Once more I love you. Though I have a bad feeling about today, so please be extra careful. " Smiling at him, it feels off. This whole house seems off for some reason.

"Okay Luna, you be careful as well. " I nod and turn around before I can see his dark look, walking out of there just to nearly be hit with bricks that would have for sure killed me. Looking back my heart breaks, but at the same time fear courses through me at the look of both of them. Not accepting the fact of the matter that they set this up together I bolt out of there. Almost making it out of there without any wounds, a few bricks hit my back and then one hits my right foot. Bearing with the pain I continue my steady run toward the Jaeger's. He had betrayed me, all for that pathetic woman he calls a wife at that. Even I could see it from the look on his face, the craftsmanship of the trap too. That as his style, something I knew by heart. Before I arrive at the Jaegers I see the man who had been my temporary adoptive Father. "Hey, Dr. Jaeger. How have you been? " I wince, forcing myself not to whimper as I stand straight. It hurt, and not a pittle papercut hurt a 'fucking kill me' hurt.