injurious

CHAPTER 9 - BLOOD BATH

I'm not a bad guy, so don't treat me bad if I'm feeling sad alright?

For a moment, it felt like the whole world disappeared and it was just me and Jinx. We just stared at eachother until I finally got out of my shocked state. "Uhm what just happened?" I managed to croak out. As I watch Jinx's face grow red I can feel myself blushing too.
          There was another moment of brief silence before Jinx spoke. "Sorry for kissing you like that..." she managed to say, obviously still trying to calm her blush. I smile flustered until I realize what I was doing. My face turns to its usual stoic look and I nod.
          "Don't worry about it," I respond blankly trying to camouflage my emotions. I couldn't tell if she bought my mask because she wasn't saying anything. After another moment of silence I decided it was my turn to speak up.
"Look we can just forget about... this alright?" I blurt out. Even though I don't want to— no! Stop thinking like that! I couldn't tell how she felt about it but she agreed. After moments of awkwardness, I walked away flustered and confused.

TIME SKIP

          I ended up stopping by a small old café nearby. Taking a seat in one of the rusty booths I sigh. Whenever I am alone my thoughts run wild and I cannot control them. What the fuck did I just do... everything is going to be so awkward now.
The waiter came over and took my order before shortly leaving after. I stare out of the window and ponder everything that has happened lately. "I guess it's my fault for going soft, mother was right..." I grumbled to myself for no one to hear as I was alone, except for the waiter and barista.
Moments later the waiter came back and gifted me my coffee, which I gratefully drank. It didn't have anything fantastic about it but I wasn't expecting good things down here in the undercity.
After finishing my coffee I grab my stuff and head out. Ever since this stupid job and stupid Silco I've been behind in my work. Maybe I should stop this job, but I don't want to show my parents that they're right.
Once I was outside I took a breath of the raspy and bitter air before sighing again. Let's get this shit show on the road.

TIME SKIP

          I entered the house silently. It was pitch black outside and my parents were either at the casino, on a job, or asleep. Thankfully I was able to get inside without and ruckus. I was dripping in blood from head to toe, and none of it was mine. Until midnight occurred I didn't realize I went overboard with my job. Sighing I went upstairs and entered the bathroom.
          After removing my clothes and entering the shower, I think to myself for a while. The blood and grim washes off and I close my eyes. I've been way too careless, maybe training with father will help. Finishing up with my shower I exit and get clothes on. I sit on my bed and groan from soreness.
          Because I was going off adrenaline, my body didn't realize how much stamina I was using. My hair was still drying and I felt exhausted. I'm not used to showing so much... emotion and it's frustrating. Love truely is a waste of time.

FLASHBACK

          A dark room with only one light bulb is shown. Two adults are sitting on a couch and one girl and standing in front of them. The child seems to be a younger version of Y/N whose putting their head down in shame.
          The female of the adults is holding a picture. The picture is a childish drawing of young Y/N and her parents. "What is this for Y/N? I don't think it's apart of your training," Y/N's mother accuses. The child shrinks more into herself.
          "I made it... for you a-and daddy," Y/N says shyly. The father doesn't speak knowing of Y/N's mother and her temper. "You shouldn't be wasting your time with such immature activities dear, you need to be more focused on your training,"
          A tear can be seen falling out of Y/N's eye but she say nothing. Before either of her parents can say anything more she grabs the drawing out of her mothers hands and run to their room.

FLASHBACK OVER

          The memories come rushing back to me and I sigh for the 100th time today. I always hated having to remember that day since it when I realized my parents didn't truely love me. Sure maybe my dad did a little but all my mom cared about was power.
          I didn't realize it at the time but I became power hungry too. I never got to hang out with friends, or have a actual childhood like in storybooks. But maybe that's all fiction. Maybe how I grew up was actually normal.
          I can never trust was happens in storybooks, since they were made my people in Piltover. Anything from the rich place I don't trust. The people, the books, the food. Nothing there is safe especially is they're sending it to the undercity.
          I didn't realize how late it was until I look over to the clock above my door. 3 am... how ironic my worst memory came up now. I rubbed my eyes and yawn, before slowly drifting too the nice place we all call sleep.

For the first time in years, I actually dream.

AUTHORS NOTE

It's been a hot second since I've posted a new chapter. I had school and didn't have motivation to write for this fic. I might write another book (probably another jinx x reader) if you guys are interested. And woah this hit 10k reads omg thank you guys <3
-M
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