Short Stories

Len Angst (Vent Post)

TW: SA, Abuse
Len walked into his house. He could hear his joints squeaking. His movements were stiff and harsh. He collapsed on the ground, holding his arm. 

"Dad...?" he looked up.

Len was weak, and out of breath, but he turned around, standing. 

"Oh..hey Mimic." Len said through grit teeth. 

"Are you okay, dad?" Mimic asked. "You look really hurt..." 

"I'm fine bud...I'm gonna go rest. You let papa know, okay?" Len forced himself to smile.

"Okay!" Mimic said and smiled, walking off. Len hobbled to his room.

He sat down and took his jacket off. The rust was getting really bad, but he couldn't repair it. Erin would know. He gently rubbed his stomach in pain, groaning, and silently crying. He lied down and shivered and shook. He hated this house; he hated this family created from such heinous acts. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

"For the love of god I'm coming!" Len stood up. It was either Mimic, or it was Erin. "Please be Mimic, please be Mimic, please be Mimic, please be Mim-" he began saying to himself.

Erin stood in the doorframe.

"Hey Len~"

Len slammed the door close, as it was caught by Erin.

"That was a bit rude, don't you think?~"

"FUCK YOU ERIN!" Len yelled out. Len sighed in anger. "What do you even want? I'm not in the mood for anything you wanna punish me with right now." 

Erin held a bucket of foamy water and a sponge.

"The hell..?" Len tilted his head. He was exhausted he didn't care what Erin wanted to do right now.

"Mimic mentioned you were hobbling around earlier, and I think you're rusting out...I wanted to help."

Len stared at Erin awkwardly.

"WHY WOULD I TRUST YOU TO EVEN TOUCH ME AFTER WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH?!  YOU PROBABLY LEARNED YOU DID THIS TO ME ASSHOLE! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I MA-" Len's tangent was halted as his leg gave out beneath him, causing him to fall on the floor.

Erin caught him and set him on the bed. 

"Just, stay put will you?" Erin requested as he grabbed the soap and water. Len was too sore to fight back. He sighed and leaned back against the bed frame. Erin dipped the sponge in the water. "This will hurt; a lot."

"Tch. More than you already hurt me?" 

"Haha very funny. Just be ready." Erin applied the sponge to Len's stomach. Len screamed in pain as the wound sizzled audibly. Len bit his own arm to avoid screaming out more. An ashamed expression washed onto Erin's face as he continued scrubbing. The rust was so deep...how did he not notice?

"Len, why didn't you tell me about this? I could've stopped and helped you with thi-" Erin began but was cut off. Len growled and kicked him away.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I TELL YOU I WAS IN PAIN?! YOU CAUSED THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE! YOU FORCED ME TO EAT MY INSIDES AND GLASS SHARDS, LAUGHING SADISTICALLY AND TAUNTING ME ALL THE WHILE! YOU HURT ME WHEN MIMIC WOULDN'T LOOK, COVERING MY MOUTH SO I COULDN'T MAKE A NOISE! YOU BROKE ME TILL I STOPPED RESPONDING! WHY WOULD I EVER TRUST YOU TO HEAL ME WHEN ALL YOU'VE CAUSED ME IS PAIN AND SUFFERING! EVER SINCE YOU KILLED ME AND BROUGHT ME BACK FROM THE DEAD! I HATE YOU FOR RUINING MY LIFE ERIN!" Len finished his rant, panting, his chest heaving. He sobbed silently, as Erin sat still.

After hearing all that, what could Erin really say? The only reason he punished Len was because at the time, what he did was the worst betrayal in his life. But after everything, Erin started to realize Len might be right. Erin killed Len and everyone else first. Erin didn't know why he started feeling this way, guilty for everything he had done. Maybe it was because he was given love and compassion from their son and gave it back, but he should've realized Len hasn't been gaining the same treatment for so long. It was so unfair to them. Erin looked at Len's expression, that he was familiar with. A mix of pain, anger, but mostly a desire to be happy. Erin was seeing his old self through Len. He had to say something. Something Len hadn't heard for a while.

"I...am sorry." Erin put his hand on Len's knee.

A silence filled the air, till Len swat his hand away.

"Fuck you. As if a single sorry would fix anything you did. Finish what you have to do and get the fuck out."