away to war

chapter 2

A/N
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TW: sh, cussing, talking about abuse,
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-YNS POV-

I sit on the curb as I cry. My knees to my chest. I hear someone come up behind me. I don't know who it is but if it's my dad that would be a miracle. “Go away.” “you okay kid?” I look up and it's the guy with the mohawk. “What do you want?” “Ghost said you were arguing with your father.” “yeah..Wait who's ghost?” “the guy with the skull mask.” “Oh..”

“You okay?” “No.” “How can I help?” “just go away.” He sits next to me. “Your to pretty to be sad.” (Not a future ship!) I just stare at him. Tears in my eyes. Why was this shit making me cry and not my father going to war?

What is wrong with me? We both hear another person walk up behind up I turn around and it's the guy with the skull mask. “What are you doing?” “talking to this kid,why?”

The masked man's gaze shifted to me. “You should go talk to your dad, he's leaving right now.” “No, I don't want to talk to him right now.”

-SOAP'S POV-

I look at the kid then to Simon. He's looking at me too. “Why? I ask. “It's a long story.”  “We got time, don't we, Simon?” “uh yeah” “okay…”
“We lived in a small town with my parents, and we were a close-knit family. My father was a hardworking man who provided for us and was always there for us. But as I got older, things started to change.

At first, it was subtle. He would get angry over small things, like a dirty dish in the sink or a messy room. He would yell and sometimes even throw things, but we would brush it off as just a bad day. However, as time went on, his anger became more frequent and intense. He would get upset over the smallest things and lash out at anyone who crossed his path.

My mother tried her best to keep the peace and calm him down, but it was becoming harder and harder. I started to become afraid of my father and would try to avoid him as much as possible. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape his anger.

One day, things took a turn for the worse. My father had been drinking and came home in a violent rage. I  was in my room, but I could hear my parents arguing loudly in the living room. Suddenly, there was a loud crash and my mother started screaming. I ran out of my room to see my father hitting my mom. I was in shock and didn't know what to do. I tried to intervene, but my father pushed me away and I fell to the ground, hitting my head.

The next day mom was gone and we never saw her again. He was so angry after that that's how. I got this.” she pulls up her sleeves to reveal a good bit of their arm is gone. “Jesus…” “I'm going to bed.” I stand up and I walk to my father's room and lay on the bed.

-NOBODY'S POV-

Y/n sat alone in their room, tears streaming down their face. Their gaze glances over to a picture of them on their sixteenth birthday. Their leg has a bruise. Their father had thrown something and it hit them in the leg. And now he left. It felt like a weight lifted off their shoulders.

They had always known that their dad was in the military, but they never thought that he would actually have to go to war. They always thought he was invincible, that he would always be there to protect them. But now, reality had hit them hard, they had conflicting feelings.

As they sat in their room, memories of their father flooded their mind. They remembered how he used to carry them on his shoulders when they were little, and how he would always make them laugh with his silly jokes. They remembered how he taught them how to ride a bike, and how he would always be there to catch them when they fell. They remembered all the times they spent together, and all the times he wasn't, and all the times they wished he wasn't.

But now, he was going off to fight in a war, thousands of miles away from home. They  understood why he had to go, why he had to risk his life. They knew it was his duty as a soldier, but they couldn't help feeling happy and scared for him at the same time.

They grabbed a pair of scissors from her desk and pressed the sharp edge against her skin. The pain was a temporary distraction from the pain the conflicts there were feeling. they had done this before, whenever they felt overwhelmed or sad. But this time, it felt different.

As they continued to cut, tears continued to fall. They didn't even hear the knock on her door until it was followed by her father's friend, Soap, coming in.

'What are you doing?' he asked, shocked to see her in this state.

They  quickly wiped there tears and tried to hide the scissors. But Soap had already seen everything. He walked closer to her and gently took the scissors from her trembling hands.

“I just-” “I know, kiddo. But hurting yourself won't help you.” Soap said, his voice full of compassion.

their tears fell as Soap wrapped his arms around them and held them tight. They could feel the warmth and comfort of his embrace and it made them feel a little better. They knew Soap had been their father's friend

“Your dad will be back before you know it. And we”ll help you talk to him” Soap reassured them.

They didn't need to talk to him but sops word where enough right then.

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