Horrifically Wounded, Strikingly Gorgeous & Deadly [ErenXMikasa] [Eremika]

XI: Tears are Only Water

Okay before I can let you guys read this amazingly large chapter I have laid out for you guys, I have a small warning for you guys. This chapter is relatively more depressing than the others, and there ARE triggers. I am really sorry for any of you who might be dealing with something like what is in this chapter, but please, read at your own risk. I love you guys so much but this is all make believe and part of the plot. See you at the end of the chapter!

[Eren]

"Just get your ass in here." Mikasa's voice snaps as she side-steps her front door, leaving me le-way to get through. Squeezing between the tiny gap Mikasa has so willingly left for me, I enter the house, only to once again be amazed by the pure brilliancy of the house. For some reason I never actually ask why a house like this is doing on a street like ours, but maybe I should. It's clear that this house is probably worth thousands - no, millions of dollars.
Awkward silence begins to linger as I take in the scenery - scenery I've seen several times before, but never seem to tire of it. The pillars that support the roof are still a pristine white, and the chandelier still sparkles like it's been polished and shined recently, although telling from both Mikasa's and her brothers demeanor, I doubt they'd be proactive enough to do it themselves.
Mikasa raises an eyebrow at me, before turning on her heels swiftly and walking up the staircase. Realizing that I'll be left alone down here if I don't follow her, I snap out of my daze, chasing her silently up the sleek staircase. Entering her bedroom, she flops down on her bed, just like every other time that I've been here.
This is my fourth trip to her house, and it's been a week since the small indiscretion caused by those drunkards on the street. Mikasa told me yesterday before I left that I'd only have to show up tomorrow and Monday and Tuesday next week, then she'd tell Levi that the project was finished.
I sit myself in my usual spot against the wall, pulling out my phone and continuing my usual activity. I decide to text Armin.

[Mikasa]

"When're you and that kid going to be done with that dumb project of yours?" I hear Levi's nonchalant voice say from across the couch. I turn my head away from the television and toward him, scowling as I chew on my dinner of mash potatoes and roast chicken.
"Why? Is it a problem?" I snap, swallowing my food as Levi avoids eye contact. I watch Levi raise his eyebrows. He smirks, then looks at me.
"Why so snappy dear sister? Am I invading on you and your boyfriends privacy?" He asks, chuckling as he shoves another forkful of food into his mouth rather ungracefully. I feel my face flush.
"What the hell Levi?! You know he isn't my boyfriend, you fuckwit." I snarl, eating another dollop of mashed potatoes. Levi shakes his head, chuckling again.
"Sorry dear sister, my bad. Next time I won't ask about your relationship." He says nonchalantly, although I can tell he finds my current situation menacingly hilarious.
"Shut up, idiot. It's just a project, we'll be done by Tuesday next week so you and your dick can have some well deserved alone time. Okay?" I retort, smirking as I stand up from the sofa, carrying my now empty plate to the sink and washing it. I don't hear Levi respond as I make my way toward the entrance the living room.
"Haven't got anything to say the-"
'Ring, ring' I spin around, sighing and rolling my eyes as I make my way over to our stupid landline and grab it, holding the cold plastic buttons and casing between my nimble fingers. Whoever it is, they better be sorry. I was right in the middle of basking in my glory.
"Yes?" I snap, hearing a loud series of static emit from the speaker, before a soft yet harshly cold voice sounds from the other end.
"Mikasa?" I feel my heart thud in my chest.
"Hi, mom..." I reply shakily, trailing off as I shift my weight. I hear Levi stand up from the couch and enter the kitchen, a scowl on his face as he dumps his dishes in the sink and heads up to what I assume is his bedroom.
"How are you, sweetie?" I hear her say, although I can tell that she's barely interested in anything I have to say to her. Not that I actually wanted to talk to my mother, but okay.
"Great, I-I'm great. You?"
"That's good to hear. I'm fine, although your father's been keeping me up all night with his business." I hear her emit a small, sad laugh, and my heart rate increases at the mere mention of my father.
"Oh, I see..."
"How is Levi? Is he okay? Is he looking after you?"
"Mom I'm seventeen."
"Oh my my my my my! I thought you were fifteen. Marvelous how time flies." She says, and I feel my stomach churn at her sickly sweet tone. I mentally gag at the fact she doesn't even remember how old I am, but would probably be able to label how much money is in our bank at the drop of a hat. I sigh.
"Anywho, how's school?"
"Fine, mom." I say, exasperated.
"Are you sure? You're not getting bullied?" I scoff, shaking my head vigorously.
"No-No way! Of course not mom, why would you say that?"
"Well, it's just-Oh, hang on." Once again I hear static and the rustling of bodies and voices, before my mothers sickly fake tone rings through my eardrums again.
"Mikasa, it's your father. He wants to talk to you." My heart drops. My hands become sweaty and I feel my head become heavy. Why does he always 'want to talk to me'?
"What about?"
"He just wants to say hi." She says, laughing a bit.
"Well, that's me dear! I'll leave him to you. Your father's not the only one with business tasks to get through!" She exclaims, laughing at her own poorly said joke. I don't laugh. Despite the fact that she care very little for family, it somehow amazes me how she can act like she actually likes Levi and I, her own two children. She tries, but not hard enough. Sighing, I nod my head and reply with a small 'bye', before leaning against the kitchen counter to support the heavy weight baring down on my shoulders.
"Hi, Mikasa. How are we?" I hear my fathers voice sound straight into my eardrums, cringing away from the phone's speaker as I feel my heart drop in my chest.
"Hi... Dad," I say.
"I-I'm o-okay, I guess..." I trail off, mentally cursing for sounding so unsure of my stability. I probably sound like a child trying to stand up to their bully.
"How's Levi?"
"He's fine... Why are you c-calling?" I ask. Right now I feel like physically slapping myself for stuttering for the umpteenth time today.
"Oh, no reason. Your mother just wanted to see how you were." He says monotone, and I find myself feeling sick and the simple thought of my parents actually caring. His voice doesn't help the situation that much either.
"Oh... Well, is that all?"
"Yes, I think so. It's good to hear from you, Mikasa." He continues.
"I must be going now, I'll see you later, okay darling?" I try to keep from bringing my just downed dinner back up. It sickens me to think that he can just go around living a normal life when he knows exactly what he's done. I can't believe him. I feel my stomach churn.
"B-bye D-da-ad..." I feel my heart pound in my chest faster and faster - why is it doing that? The call is ending, not starting.
"I love you." I choke.
"I-I-I L-l-love-" But before I let myself finish the rest of that horrid sentence, I hang up. Just like that. There's no way I could ever love a man like him. Letting my heart beat slow down, I put the phone back on its holder and walk shakily up the steps. I hear a shower running.
"Who was that!?" I hear someone shout, and immediately recognize it as Levi's voice. I jump in a startle, before regaining my composure and turning to face the bathroom door, which is obviously locked. I sigh.
"Just mom... And dad." I say.
"What'd they say?"
"Just wanted to check up on us." I snarl, yet I don't hear a response from Levi. Choosing not to wait around, I enter my bedroom across from it, dumping myself on my bed as I lay on my back, rubbing my face with both hands. I stretch my body out, taking up as much bed as I can. I sigh, still feeling the beating of my heart thud against my rib-cage. Rubbing my face vigorously a second time, I let my hands fall to my sides as they fall into the covers of my queen sized double bed.
My eyes find their way to the roof, scanning the intricate patterns that have been carved into the plaster and marble used to make it. I feel a stinging in the back of my eyes, but quickly wipe them away. I can't cry.
Crying never did anyone any good, so it certainly won't help me. I think to myself, but feel my face contort as I think back to that dreadful two-minute conversation. I feel the tears threaten to spill past my eyelids a second time, but let them flow, once again bringing both my hands up to my face as I cover it entirely, engulfing myself in darkness.
This is where I should stay. Then I won't have to see or hear his face again.