Evil Twin (Eren X Fem Black Reader)

Forever Fleeting

Kendrick's mouth was kept wide. "Bro what THE FUCK??!!" He screamed at you, moving you ot of the way to see how badly the damage was. Although he could go out and get another casing and some more bullets he was in hiding. Now your not gonna fuck up a perfectly good gun when you don't have to, so you made sure it wasn't harmed.

Kendrick snapped his head back at you. He slowly walked up to you, body shaking, head lowered. "Why you always gotta make shit hard-" your fist connect with his jaw and in a slight instant, he was on the floor, biting his lip to cover his angered scream.

"YOU THE ONLY ONE MAKING SHIT HARD! JUST STAY YOUR BLACK ASS HOME LIKE YOU KEEP TELLING ME!" You screamed. No tears came out. That was certainly a first. Your were rightfully pained and angry. You were weary with too many reasons. Kendrick gave you a crazy look. He kicked your leg and you dropped to the floor. He got on top of you but you wrapped your hands around his throat, trying to choke him unconscious.

Clearly upset with what your tempted to do he gave you a punch to the side of you midsection. You still didn't let go but it was clear you were phased, making him take another shot in the same spot. This time you let go and he slammed you onto the floor. The wind got knocked out of you and Kendrick grabbed you by your collar to slam you again.

"I don't need you to tell me what I should and shouldn't do. The reason I'm doing this shit is to get your life back in order." He said, huffing and mouth filled with his own blood. He slammed you again but grabbed his chain and brought him down with you. The chain broke and Kendrick broke with it.

"I don't care what happens to me... I've made a promise. I meant it when I said I would-" He said, trying to hold in tears. He layed his head down next to yours and layed on top of you. He reached out to you with a bit of hesitancy before wrapping his shaking arms around you.
Just like how your did after you killed your stepfather.

You wrapped your arms around him, just as he had did for you. "Ian got nothing to be prideful about... Ian got nothing to be proud of if I don't have you." He said, hiccups and sniffles filling the air.

You were so angry at him and usually at this point the anger would start to disappear. But it didn't, it continued to grow. "Don't use me as an excuse." You said, pushing him off of you. You got up and brushed yourself off. Kendrick was more disappointed in himself than you were.

"There is nothing left to stay, just stay home. With us. Stay outta trouble. I know you fear for me, but when you go to these measures to protect me what about everybody else?" You said, going to the bathroom to get the first aid. You sat on the floor in front of him and started cleaning up the scratches on his face. You weren't that worried about your own injuries as much as his cus you damn near knocked him the fuck out. He slumped and sighed. "I thought it was obvious I don't care about anyone else." He mumbled. You rolled your eyes and open his mouth so you could stop his bleeding in there. You got one of those mouth cushions (ion know what they called, they suck up the blood) and put it in his mouth. "Bite down."

"And you was talking all that shit about not wanting to have your life revolve around me, look at you. You the one obsessing." You said, starting to wrap your own hand up. You wrapped his up and stood. "You can go wherever you want, I already know they're looking for you and you can't stay with me no matter how much I could beg and plead. I know that shit won't be over until the trial is over or I'm dead and I know that even if your not the with a gun, the, niggas will always have another one waiting for you. Your too lucky to die from this shit, you've proven that much. But I really just need you to promise one thing to me..." you said, reaching your hand out and helping him up.

"If and when the time comes, make the right decision. Don't just think about me, think of yourself too." You said. You hugged him and buried your face in his embrace. Your older brother, the one person that you shamelessly looked up to for his heart, the first warm heart you've ever encountered. He patted your head. "If you knew I was gonna leave why'd you do all that shit with the gun?" He asked, with no sense of anger or frustration in his tone. Simply just asking and listening. You gripped is shirt. "Because I don't wanna see that shit in front of me. I don't wanna be the person who made it possible for you to do that... I know what it's like to have blood on my hands. Even if it's self defense, to physically be the one to deal karma and forcibly take life out of someone is too much." You said. You pulled away from him and looked him in his eye.