⊱ Diego's pov┊
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Flashback
I could be doing something better right now. But instead, I'm back at the place I thought I'd never see again, the Umbrella Academy. For the most stupid reason too. A family meeting was called my Luther; and he said it was urgent, but when I got here all I heard was a bunch of bs. Apparently he had this weird overwhelming feeling, like something was going to happen. The rest of us felt it too, besides Klaus, but I doubt it means something. Like I said, I could be doing something better.
"What could possibly be more important right now, Diego? Going around acting like a superhero?" Allison scoffed.
I begin to raise my voice at her, "Mock me all you want but at least I'm benefiting from my powers and not wasting them. You don't even use yours, go do something with your life."
"Excuse you? I actually-"
"GUYS. This is ridiculous! This is not entirely worthless, I really think something might happen. We all felt it." Luther shouts over us.
Klaus shrugs, "I feel normal."
"You're high!" We all say.
"Yeah, yeah use that as an excuse all you want but Ben here agrees with me."
I shake my head, unamused. "Get out of fantasy land, Klaus."
"Guys I feel like all of this arguing is pointless-" Vanya begins, before I interrupt her.
"Who was talking to you Vanya?"
Everyone goes silent. We all just stand there quietly, trying to understand this whole situation. This house has an affect on me, it makes me miserable. Dad mistreated me as a child, all I had was mom. All the memories here make me think about how negative my childhood was, and what it would be like if I was normal. Being back here is like running into a haunted house you just escaped. It's my only weakness, honestly.
Just as Luther was about to speak, the house begins to shake and it goes dark. Different objects around me start to fall off the shelves and walls, landing with loud crashes on the floor. My family members scatter and run different directions in order to take cover. I hear glass falling to the ground and exploding, Allison screaming as it does. I begin to make my way through the house, careful walking towards the courtyard, my family following behind me. We have to stop because the house shakes some more, almost knocking us over. When we finally reach the courtyard I see a flashing light.
"What is that?" I scream over the loud rippling sound it's making.
"Wow! Should I throw something at it?" Klaus says while clapping his hands together and rubbing them, with a big smile.
"NO!" we all shout at him.
As I stare at the bright light, I squint my eyes in order to see it better. I think I see faces form and slowly their bodies appear, while the light fades away. Two people stand there, a guy and a girl. The guy obviously looks upset with the girl and she looks startled.
"What was that?! Was that supposed to happen?" He shouts at her.
"No... but, is this where you wanted to go? The Umbrella Academy?" She straightens her body from the bent over, scared position she was in. "That's never happened before, I think the briefcase is damaged."
"Um, hello?" I say, closely watching the people as they turn around, so we can fully see them.
"Five?" Vanya says, walking a bit closer.
"Oh my god," he looks at the girl beside him, "it worked.."
Five quickly rushes over to us, observing everyone before deciding it's actually us.
The girl walks over to us and speaks, "sorry for the entrance, I didn't mean for that to happen."
"Who are you?" Allison says, looking the girl up and down.
"Uh, you can call me Hayes."
~~~~ Present ~~~~
(still Diego)
I don't understand. She doesn't deserve a guy like Five. He has other priorities and can't give her the attention she needs. I bet he doesn't know anything about her, he just needs her because she knows important things about the timeline. But I do. I know her more then I know myself. I took the time to get to know her yet she chose him. I see the way he controls her like she's some type of pet or something, and then manipulates her into thinking it's normal.
I bet he didn't know that Hayes wants to be a doctor, for the core reason that she's spent most of her life hurting people instead of helping them. Or that she loves animals and has a baby voice when she talks to them, even when it's the most ugly animal I've ever seen. That she loves horror movies but needs someone right next to her in order to watch them. That she has a favorite blanket that she keeps safely hidden when she's not using it. That she has trauma and needs a man to care for her. That I am what she needs, not him.
But still, I leave her alone in the kitchen, with him. I just get frustrated when I see them together. It reminds me of what I can't have, what I wish so badly I could have. All of that aside, she is my girl and I will take care of her.
I wait outside of the kitchen, knowing she'll walk out any minute. They always argue and it results in her running to me.
"Diego.." I hear her gentle voice speak.
"Yes?" I turn to see her, clearly sad. It hurts me knowing that he treats her bad. She softly grabs my arm and leads us to her to her room, where she'll vent to me, and I'm alright with that. She closes her bedroom door and then quickly makes her way over to her bed, sitting down and then patting the spot next to her. I walk over and sit down.
"Talk to me." I say.
"Diego, I don't know what to do. He acts all sweet one day and then acts terrible the next. I think it's because he's overwhelmed trying to figure out the apocalypse, and I'm okay with that, but he still surprises me when he's mean."
She looks down and fidgets with her fingers. She continues, "he constantly calls me names and aggressively grips me up when I don't give him the information he wants. Like earlier, he called me useless."
"What-" I start but she shushes me.
"Just listen." She sighs, "and whenever he messes up, he blames it all on me. When it's not my fault at all! And it seems like he's only affectionate when he's bored or needs something. It's like we aren't dating, but we are."
She turns to look at me, waiting for a response, but I don't have one. I just stare into her gorgeous eyes, seeing all the hurt she's keeping inside. "You can cry, let it out." Is all I say before she hugs me tightly and sobs into my shoulder. She stays there for awhile, every once in awhile whispering something to herself.
"Diego," she lifts her head from my shoulder and looks at me, "my name is Emery."
