Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

FOURTY❗

"On it!" The soldiers called back to simon, Farah and Charly after they barked orders.

"We need to make sure we can send them back out." Farah sternly spoke.

"Agreed. Simon, lend me a hand will ya?" Charly patted him on the shoulder as the two ran to the infirmary where Grizzy and Matt resided.

"Alright fellas, time for ya to walk." Simon said.

Grizzy groaned, pushing himself back off the bed, and onto his feet with Charlys help.

"Slowly, big guy." Charly grinned.

"Damn okay, calling me fat, i see." Grizzy joked.

"Maybe." Charly smirked.

Grizzy fake gasped, making everyone laugh slightly.

"Alright, show us you both can walk to that wall and back." Simon said as he held some of Matts weight.

"Matt be careful, you had a split open stomach." Charly spoke.

Simon nodded.

"Grizzy, was it?" Simon asked.

"Yessir,"

"You fuckin..chonky MOTHERFUCKER i believe in you." Simon high fived him.

"Gimme a run, will ya?" Charly winked at matt and he playfully winked back.

"Why is everyone calling me fat!"

"Thats it grizzy, if you say that one more time im cummin in your..snug little love tunnel." Matt mentioned.

"...stop calling me fat."

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Sweat. Grime. Blood.

Its all over her hands, in the end.

"M-Mommy i dont wanna go in the river."

Little Y/N pleaded with her mom, as she threatened to abandon her in the polluted river.

"You are a mistake! Mistakes dont talk back." Her mother sneered, grabbing her hand to look into her eyes.

"Do you understand?" She scowled.

"..."

"DO YOU HEAR ME?!" M/N snapped.

Her mother dragged her down into the river, M/N dropped her by her hair by the dirt beside it.

Y/N whimpered in return, her fear unable to force words out of her mouth. She couldnt please her mother, so she went to go find her husband, and surely he would get rid of her, right?

Her father bashed through the back door, with his usual belt on. The belt was normally used for storing tools but sometimes it yielded a gun.

"Daddy no," Y/N cried.

Her father spat on the ground, wiping his hands before taking out the gun from its holster on the belt. F/N took off the safety, pointing it at Y/Ns head.

"You are not to utter a single word. Only a 'yes sir' and i will not shoot." F/N sternly spoke.

Y/N nodded. She was only 7 years old. But she endured it every day. A mistake only makes mistakes, right? And if you get rid of the mistake...or the problem as her mom would describe it, itd go away forever.

A sudden adrenaline rush kicked in, making Y/Ns eyes flutter open unexpectedly.

"Stop it D-Daddy! Youre scaring me!" Y/N cried out more, unable to contain the blood pumping and the sudden jitters she got, before her father could fire, she fucking nut kicked him.

He lost his balance, clutching his crotch and dropped the gun.

"Mommy taught me to get rid of problems. Im sorry Mommy and Daddy." Y/N sniffed and picked up the gun-- aiming it like how shes seen in movies.

Two shots were fired.

And then she woke up.

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A/N -

Just wanted to get in some Y/N lore :]
And they aint comin back in this part but most likely next part. Have fun and stay safe. Make sure to take care of yourself, author loves u :]