love and war: a fireafy fanfic

chapter seven: firey

"Man, I need to fucking piss." Gelatin groans loudly. 

A gust of cold wind flows through my hair and makes the leaves of orange and brown fly in the direction of the wind. The wind gives me chills, it gives me an uneasy feeling in my chest. There isn't much sunlight left, the lights are starting to turn on.

I shake my head and look at Gelatin's restaurant, or at least his fathers. He's gonna inherit this dumb place once he finishes his studies. I think he's pretty damn lucky but he barely helps out with this damn place. I bet when he runs it will be shit. But he'll probably ask us to help him out.

"Am I the only one helping here?" Coiny hissed while picking up the pieces of glass.

"I'm looking at the damn broken window dumb-ass. Gelatin is just over there doing no shit ask him to help you." I retort, while staring at the glass that had fallen. 

Coiny rolls his eyes and walks up to Gelatin. "Dude, this will soon be your place. Help out bitch or we're fucking leaving." 

Gelatin scoffs. "Fuck you, I need to fucking piss bitch."

"Then fucking piss then. The damn washroom is inside!" Coiny argues.

I roll my eyes and sigh. "We need to replace this. I'll pay someone to fix it."

I look away from the broken window and look at Coiny who is still picking up glass from the broken window. "Who do you think did this?" I ask.

Coiny shrugs and keeps his eyes on the window. Whoever did do this was either on accident or it was purposely. It doesn't concern me that much since it isn't my place but I'm sure Gelatin's father is pissed.

 Gelatin should be helping more but here we are cleaning up his shit. 

"I think it was maybe some kid who threw a rock. Prob an accident. Not our problem." Coiny says. 

I nod and Gelatin comes back. "Wow, clean already. Thanks guys."

Both Coiny and I roll our eyes. "Every time there is a damn problem with this place you ask both of us to fucking clean the shit for you. Next time we won't help you bud." Coiny nagged.

I nod to Coiny's words. 

"Sorry guys, do you guys want a snack at least?" Gelatin asks.

I shake my head. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks though. I need to head home." I walk away from them and wave goodbye.

I look at the rocks under my shoes. I start kicking them and I bump into someone. "Sorry..." I mutter as I look up. A green haired women looks at me with a surprised face.

"I should be sorry. I was staring at my phone." She responds, shaking her phone. Her voice has no hint of annoyance, I'm surprised because most of the time she'll talk to me pissed as fuck.

"It's alright, uh, where are you heading?" I ask.

She blinks and raises an eyebrow. "Mm, I'm going to Pin's place. She made me go buy snacks." She holds up a bag of chips and bottle of Coke.

"Is she gonna eat all of that?" I point out. That's a really big bottle of Coke and that bag is huge.

She shakes her head. "Nah, we're sharing. I mean she could finish it all but I won't let her. She'd be fat as hell." She pauses and looks me up and down. "Where are you heading too?"

I shrug. "Home."

She nods. "Cool... Well see you."

I chuckle. "Alright, see you." 

"Okay, bye."

I think that was the nicest conversation we had without arguing. I smile at that thought for some reason. I continue to walk and kick the rock until I reach my house. 

God, not again. 

...

My parents are fighting again. That means I'll have to spend another day emotionally drained in my room. I stand in front of the doorsteps to my house. 

Why am I not opening the door? 

My stomach starts to feel weird and I shake my head. I'll go and check the mail box. But it takes me awhile to. I freeze in my footsteps and hear the voices of my parents. 

 I walk to the mail box and I open the little door and see a letter. 

Grandma...

So she responded to my letter. That was fast.

I open the door quietly making sure my stupid parents don't hear me. I run to my room, close the door and lock it. I do not want my parents to come up here and yell at me in my room.

I lie on my bed and open the letter.

I start to read it.

Dear Firey,

           It is so wonderful hearing from you. The last time I talked to you was when you were just a little boy. A little boy who made a mess, played in the dirt and used fake 'potty words.' Now you're a young man. A young man with a life who studies, works hard and is so very handsome.

         Anyways your grandma is doing fine. There isn't much you can do when you're old y'know? I just knit and all of that stuff. Seeing you write a letter to me really gave me excitement. So thank you. Your grandpa says that you're growing up so fine and I'm glad you are. I wish I could see you right now but to bad I live far from you.

         I wanna know more about what's happening at home. What you said to me was very interesting. I did not like it one bit. About your father and mother. I did not like it at all. Once they talk to me again Firey I'll make sure they get a good talking too. Your grandma has your back.

        You were right about the part the 'no child deserves to be hurt by their parents.' Here's the thing. Your father wasn't always like this. He was a caring adult and he was always so joyful. I don't know what happened to my son now. He's always busy, angry and hurting you, which isn't okay.

        But it isn't all his fault. It's the way he grew up, the environment he grew up in. Your grandpa hurt him, he'd hurt him if he did something wrong and I tried to defend him but your grandpa hurt me. It was abusive. Very abusive. One day I came home and I saw your father bleeding in his room. He wasn't crying he was just lying on his bed. I found out your grandpa pushed him down the stairs and I think it affected him mentally and now the abuse has been passed down to you.

       There is a circle of abuse in our family and I'm glad you told me about it, I want it to end with you. There is no way we are gonna keep it going. So your father hit you for mis-behaving in class. Oh Firey, you really are a rascal aren't you. But still, your father should never hurt you for that reason. He shouldn't even choke you. That is disgusting. Just disgusting. 

      Your parents don't care about your marks either. I feel so bad for you. I wish I could give you a big, big hug Firey. So you get all perfect. I'm so proud of you. So, so, so, proud. You should be proud too. If I could turn back time and be your age I'd be just like you. Always getting perfect.

        Just to let you know, your parents love you even if they don't show it. I know they love you don't get me wrong. They do deep down and I know that. But if they ever do that again please write to me. 

      You are loved, you are smart, you are amazing Firey. Remember that.

                                           You're my favorite young man.
                                                                                     -Grandma Oak

...

I set the letter down and my chest feels a special way.

A feeling of love. I can't even think. My eyes fill with tears and I press the letter close to my heart. I love the way this letter made me feel. It's like my heart was empty and it was suddenly filled.

If my grandma was here right now I'd throw my arms around her and hug her. I wipe the tears from my face and smile.

I can faintly hear my parents try to work things out.

...

Thank you Grandma...