"GOD DAMMIT" my father pushed my face into my homework as it was only a 98/100 score. "YOU LITTLE SHIT! How the hell did we give birth to a child so... so damn USELESS! HELL NEVER BECOME A Virlich!" My father then poured the ink we were using to write on my head.
"Vincent!" My mother yelled at my father "IF THAT BRAT WANTS TO BECOME A VIRLICH HELL HAVE TO KILL ME!" My father marched out while slamming the door as my mother then ran over to me and cupped my face to look at it. "Oh honey your nose is bleeding!" She wiped my nose with her sleeve.
"Hey mom... why does he treat us like that?.. you're married to him and he hooks up with other women. I get basically straight A's but papa-" I sniffed. "He beats me.. and I don't need good grades to be successful for the family! Are family specializes in military combat!" My eyes finally burst with tears as all my bottled up hate and sadness came flowing out.
Mom hugged me as she pet my head "he just wants you to be prepared for the world... that's all"
Well mom. You were right. I was prepared. Especially when you got blown up while helping the traines.
The newbie threw the pin instead of the grenade. Which costed him and my mothers life. (True story of what my dad saw in training, may that man rest in peace)
Father didn't care. He actually started dating more and more. Hooking up. More and more. My heart became black. There was as much light in my heart as in my mothers coffin.
I sat in my room painting as I heard disgusting sounds coming from my mothers room. Not even my records could tune them out.
Eventually the moaning and groaning sounds got so loud that I couldn't take it anymore. After 10 years of this going on. I snapped.
My mother gave me a pistol with a silencer when I was only about like 8 so it's been only a few years since then.
No they'd find the bullets and the gun. And fingerprints.
Hm...
I looked at my drawing supplies and grabbed some of my pencils and a razor blade.
After it was done the only person I felt bad for was that woman that was with him. She didn't deserve any of this. I may have cut out her tongue which made her bleed to death but how would I know? Im only 13.
"Man only a kid? Must be hard"
No it isn't
"I wonder where his mother is"
Dead
"Is that boy okay? He has this stare and it's creepy"
Yes. Yes actually. Im quite happy to be a murderer. We're human. We're animals. It's in are nature to kill.
So why do we push it away like it's abnormal?
Now
I read that man's ID when he was unconscious.
Yuri Briar
Sex: male
Age: 20
Height: 179 (5,10)
Etc
To be honest I searched for any additional information but found nothing. Except that he has an older sister. Yur Briar.
I Heard the door to the kitchen open. I turned from the dishes I was washing and looked back to see Yuri. "Do the clothes f- that's a stupid question. I'm sorry" I smiled as I clearly saw the clothes were baggy on him.
He was blushing like crazy. "C-can I get some food?" He couldn't even make eye contact with me. "Of course, eggs and bacon?" He turned even more red as I asked him. He then nodded.
And before you knew it, me and him were eating breakfast.
"So what's your name? Do you live alone? What's your occupation?" Careful Yuri Briar. Questions like that...
piss me off...
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Yuri Briar x Male reader (spyxfamily)
FanficAfter being stood up on a date y/n ran into a man with black hair and red eyes. Y/n had to hide his secret life from this man when they started to become friends but could he really do it? Especially with finding a spark for someone.
