An Unbroken Story

Past...

"Your father... showed up...?" Farkas stutters.
"Yes..."
"At least you didn't kill him..."
"Farkas... I'm... I'm dangerous!" I start sobbing again.
"I know..."
"A person like me doesn't deserve friends..." I turn away from him.
He sighs. He gets up and leaves the room.
'Why can't they just hate me?' I think.
I can hear him talking with somebody... sounds like Vilkas.
"I don't know how to comfort her... do you have any ideas, brother?" I can hear a muffled Farkas.
"No clue..." Vilkas answers.
"I just want to you to be here for me..." I say, loudly.
I manage to regain happiness again... I speak to the Jarl.
"Jarl... um... Vignar, wasn't it?" I say, awkwardly.
"Yes, it is fine."
"I... have you heard of a man named Hermmskr Pure-Blood, or Hermmskr the Onyx-Thief?" I ask, shaking.
"Yes. He came into the city yesterday. Hasn't left yet. Why does it matter?" he asks me.
"H-He... is a murder, a bandit, and he abused me and my sisters... he is also my dad..." I hold back tears.
"What all has stolen?" he asks. He looks at the guards, and they nod back at him.
"Too many things to count..."
"Who did he kill? How many people did he kill?" he asks me. I hold my breath while says this.
"1 person... his wife and my mother." I can't take it anymore; I start crying. The Jarl's face softens.
"1,000 gold. No. Let's change that to 1,500 gold." he tells the guards.
"I have seen him assault people back in the cave... many, many people..." I recall every memory...
"How many to be exactly?"
"1453 people..." I say.
"That means his bounty is 59,620 gold right now. Just 15 more gold and he will be charged with death." he says.
"I-I... what about abuse of 3 little girls?" I ask.
"That would be-... He would defiantly need the death charge!" he exclaims.
I hear footsteps... his footsteps...
"Well, well, well. I have a name for myself, now do I?" he laughs... No, no, no... he's going to kill all of them!
I grab my hilt and draw my sword.
"I am not going to let you murder innocent people." I kick him over and lay my foot on him so he can't get up.
"You can at least to 1 thing right! Hahaha! You don't have the guts to kill me!" he says.
I look at the guards and the Jarl. They all nod.
I raise my sword above my head. I send it through his heart and into the floor. He was laughing, and now... he has a look of shock on his face.
"Don't Tell me what I can and can't do, Hermmskr!" I whisper into his ear.  He looks at me. Then back at the ceiling.
I pull my sword from his chest. He tries to say, "You are still useless", then he dies. I take my foot off him. I realize what I just did... and I get sick... I pass out.
"ATHENA!! WAKE UP!!" I can hear Farkas say.
"Check her pulse! Make sure she's still alive! She's super bloody." I can her Vilkas tell him.
He puts two fingers on my neck, right below my chin.
"Beat... Beat... Beat..." Farkas say, each time with my heart beating.
I cough.
"I-I thought you guys were-" I cough some more, "werewolves..." I say. I can open my eyes again.
"ATHENA!" Farkas hugs me.
"F-Farkas." I say. I cough.
"Yes?" he says while hugging me.
"I-I can't-t breath-he!" I try to say.
"Sorry!" he lets go of me.
"It's fine." I smile weakly.
"Why are you so bloody?" Vilkas asks me as I sit up.
"I-I" I realize what I did... I get sick.
"I need a bucket" I hold my hand to my mouth. I puke into the bucket when it arrives. The twins looks disgusted.
"I killed h-him... I actually k-k-killed him..." I say.
"You killed who again?" Aela comes in.
"M-m-m-my father..." I say...
"Please don't tell me this is a joke..." she says.
"Aela... you don't understand... he abused her and her sisters when they were younger... he was a very bad man..." Farkas tells her.
"STILL! That's still wrong!" she argues with him.
"Aela... I still have the scars from his beatings. I would show them to you, but there are guys in here." I tell her softly.
The boys nod and leave the room. I take off my shirt and show her my back... Her face shows shock.
"I-um..." she stutters.
I put my shirt back on...

I never knew how much I was bound by my father until I killed him and was free from the bed. I felt like I could move around freely and not have to worry about anything or anybody... But... the war wasn't over...