~ Vivian 1929
Ma And Papa have been fighting all morning. They haven't seemed to stop to even catch their breath.
It's okay though it's just ma and pa being ma and pa.
Sitting in my bedroom I hear my Folks room door slam and the voices getting louder and clearer
"If you want to leave then leave but don't come back" I hear mama say.
"Don't worry i won't"
I get up off the floor and open my door I see Mama crying on the floor and Papa turning a corner down the hall to the door.
I run after him.
"Pa! Please don't go" i scream. He doesn't listen. He throws his bags in the trunk of the car.
"papa please i promise I'll be better I'll help out more just please don't leave! You always fight but you don't leave, don't start now!" I'm crying begging him but he doesn't say anything.
He gets in the car locks the door so I can't open it. Cracks the window and says "goodbye Viv" and drives off.
I'm left in the driveway crying.
Mama opens the front door and walks towards me.
"No! Don't! You let him leave! Why! why did you do that!" I'm screaming at her and she takes a step back.
"Honey I..."
I turn around running as fast as I can and keep running even when my feet hurt. No destination in mind but I find myself at the park.
Maybe it's because Papa used to take me here before the fighting got really bad. Or maybe it's because I was supposed to end up here...the same time as them.
Sobbing on the park bench I hear foot steps close to me.
"Hey are..are you okay?" I can hardly see through my tears but I look up and see a brunette boy around my age and a blonde one standing behind him.
"y..yes"
"Well...you don't look okay"
"It's just, my Pa left. And I don't think he's coming back"
He looks up at his friend and looks back at me.
"I'm sorry your pa left...maybe, maybe we can help you feel better" he smiles at me.
"How?" I ask wiping my tears.
"Race you to the swings!" He starts running and i take off after him and the blonde one following very far behind us.
I win but I think he just let me.
"What's your name little one"
"HEY! I'm not that much smaller than you!" I protest.
"Tell me your name and we can find a different nickname then! This guy you could share dresses with is Steve, I'm James but my friends call me Bucky" he pauses, "and you are?"
"I'm Vivian"
James smiles "Vivian huh? I like that, do you like that Steve?"
The blonde one finally speaks "oh i don't know it's kind of a lot to say" he smiles at James.
"You're right, How about...viv?"
I feel like crying again. "Please no, my pa called me that"
"Okay how abouttt...Vi"
I smile and say "I like that"
"Well vi, since we're friends you can call me Bucky...but I reckon you should be getting home."
"Well you'd be right, I left without my ma"
"Well how about Steve and I walk you?"
"Okay" i smile and show my new friends to my house.
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History - Bucky Barnes
FanfictionThat was the last conversation I had with Steve. If I had known it would be the last I would've said more. I would've told him I loved him, I would've told him to be careful, I would've fought for him to stay knowing he wouldn't. Once again I'm lef...
