One Shots

you've gone soft

Trouble on my left, trouble on my right

I've been facing trouble almost all my life
My sweet love, won't you pull me through?
Everywhere I look, I catch a glimpse of you
I said it was love and I did it for life

"What? We were just talking," his eyes meet hers. A soft sigh leaves his lips and a sinister smile appears on her lips.

"You're mine."

Her words are soft, but aggressive. Possession takes over her brain.

"I know I am, but I can talk to other people too."

"See I don't remember asking-"

She's cut off. The smirk on her lips is gone by the sound of her father's voice. "I need you to come talk to some people now!" He's demanding and she rolls her eyes.

Following him she pulls her hair into a high pony.

"What do you want father?" She asks as he closes a door behind them. The gun pushes against her back as she leans against the wall.

Three slightly younger boys all stand in front of them. Fear in in eyes. A smile on her lips.

"Freya, I need you to teach the children here a lesson. They think they can steal things from the company and I'm not going to punish them. You get to."

A sinister giggle leaves her lips. "Alright father. Thanks, you can leave." Their eyes meet and she looks as if she was challenging him to something.

The look in her eyes was more than what he thought. She was a crazy woman, but that's why she was loved by so many. She'd kill anything or anyone with pleasure because she feels like it.

He nods and leaves. The door slams and she runs a hand through her hair.

She smiles at the boys and says, "so what's your names?"

A boy in the middle looks at her. He is almost taller than her. He might be about 16 years old. Long blonde hair covers his shoulders. "I'm Deven. This is Tyler and Rodney." He points to his left, a boy with dark brown hair cut just above his ears. He towers over the other two boys and is taller than her. Deven then point to his right, a boy with pitch black hair. Longer than the other boys, reaching part his shoulder blades. The curls of his hair are beautiful.

"So what is it that you did hm?" She looks at each of them before backing against the wall again. Her gun pokes her and each boy stays silent. "I'm pretty sure I asked a question yeah?"

The boys scratch their necks and she pulls her leather jacket off her arms. Letting it hit the floor Deven watches it. His eyes don't leave the jacket as she takes a step forward. His eyes snap back to her as he hears the cock of her gun.

"Since your the talker of the group I'll start with you Deven." Putting the gun to his head he winces. "Oh shut that shit up right now, it barely touched you."

He nods softly and says, "we stole money. We- we're poor and needed it to eat tonight. I just wanted to help out our mom."

A sigh leaves her lips. She shoots the gun at the ceiling and all three boys wince in fear.

"Get the fuck out of here and take this," she pulls over five hundred dollars from her jacket. "Get something to eat of whatever. If I find out you spent it on drugs I will kill you! Got it boys?"

They nod frantically, "yes ma'am. Thank you." They say.

"Don't call me ma'am."

She cringes at the word and sends them on their way. The door slams behind them and she lets her back hit the wall behind her.

Memories flash through her mind. Memories of her mother.

The door opens again and she jumps slightly. She looks up to see her father. "What the fuck happen? Why are they still alive Freya," he yells loudly.

"Fuck man," she groans. Running a hand through her hair she quickly gets up. "I let them go!"

"For fucking what?" He screams, throwing his hands in the air.

Anger coursing through her veins now. "Because their-" she taps her foot for a second, thinking, analyzing what she's about to say. "Their mother needed help!"

He stops himself from speaking and rolls his eyes. "Who gives a fuck?"

"Me! I do! My mother died by the hand of your men! I'll help another person's mother in a heart beat because of that!" She yells at him.

"I didn't have anything to do with your mother dying!"

"Who said you did? Who said you did it or said you could have done anything huh? Nobody so fuck off!" She yells before pulling her jacket back on.

"I think you've gone soft kid." With that she pulls her gun out. Pointing it at him he laughs, "shoot me kid. Do it."

She bites her lip and pulls the trigger. A gunshot wound now sits in his stomach.

She storms out of the room and slams the door behind her. She runs down the steps, past everyone and through the door of the beautiful mansion.

People yell for her and Brett follows her.

She gets outside and sits on the steps. Lighting a cigarette between her fingers, she puts it to her lips. Taking a long drag she sighs.

"Hey hey, what's wrong," he says as he reaches her.

"I- nothing. I'm fine. I needed some air."

She gets up quickly and starts walking. He again follows. His hand reaches for her and she sighs. They stop and his hand grabs her's.

"Freya. Talk now."

"Nothing. I just want to be left alone."

He scoffs, "I don't remember asking Frey. Talk now. What happened up there?"

She knows he's gonna going to give up. The only time she can be soft and valuable is with him.

"I let them go," she speaks softly.

"Why?" His voice is calm and soft. He isn't mad. He isn't anything except concerned for what's wrong.

"The- they said they stole money from the company because they're poor and needed to help their mom."

He sighs and pull her into a hug. His body towers over her, he rests his chin on the top of her head. Her arms wrap around his waist and she sighs.

The story of her mother is tragic. She was raped and murdered. Raped by none other than Freya's father. Murdered by his men when Freya turned seven years old. She was let go until he found out she had a kid. Murdered after they found her. She fought them, but didn't get very far. The men took Freya and her father raised her to be a badass killer. She didn't find out she was living under the rules of a rapist until a few years ago. Ever since she has wanted to kill her father, but can't just yet.

The hug lasts for a little while until she pulls away. "I need to kill something," a softlt giggle leaves her lips as she rubs her face.

He chuckles and hooks their arms together. "Let's go for a walk first yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I love you," he smiles as she kiss him softly.

"I love you too!" She smiles back.