House Of Smoaks

Point of Origins

Hello! So i came up with this idea while i was re-watching Arrow and Chicago Med (figures, right). Also because residently i was feeling a little down i channel it into the story so i'm warning you there are trigger subjects such as abuse, self harm, rape and suicide attempts. Be careful and if you battle with any of those (like i have) read with caution!

Enjoy!

Felicity's dad was a soldier who worked as firefighter when he wasn't diploid somewhere but soon he was diploid in Afghanistan. She became one after graduating MIT for four years she worked with them because she was too young to work with QC. When she became twenty years old QC called and she left for Starling City. She was still dropping by House 51 and helped whenever there was a tough call like a terrorist attack or something similar.

But she hasn't been in Chicago for a year now. But recently she's been barely holding it together

Felicity had a rough history with depression and self harm. Growing up with a mum that brought new men every night in the house and having to raise herself and her little sister she lost the ability to know what is the concept of childhood and normality.

She was forced since she was 8 years old to be a mum to her little sister who was nine months old. She was forced to grow up quickly and raise both her and herself. She stopped thinking as an eight-year-old would and try to act as maturely she could.

Her dad, well he was busy fighting in Afghanistan. She knew that her dad had another family, a wife and a son, with whom had divorced so he can be with her mum but it looked like this wedding was going to hell. She was not surprised when it happened although it was not a divorce that destroyed the wedding but death, the death of her dad.

It was the day that broke her, point of origin. It was eight in the morning when the door of her home rang and she run to answer it as a two year old Samantha crawled next to her sister since she was playing with her Barbie doll.

She saw an African American man standing before her, towering over her, with puffy red eyes as he smiled at Felicity's curios eyes.

"He is dead." The man said as he broke down and Felicity stepped aside and allowed the man to walk in the house.

"Who are you?" Samantha asked confused at the man.

"I'm Wallace Boden I was your dad's friend. We worked together in Fire House 51 before he was diploid." The man said with tears as Felicity picked up Samantha and safely held her in her arms not trusting the man before her.

"Okay. So what am I supposed to do? I never knew my dad...sorry mine and Sam's dad. He was never there for us so I don't care about him. He died saving his country well done. He was brave enough to handle war but wasn't strong enough to handle his first marriage or his second...so I owe him nothing! Go tell his other wife see if she'll shed any tear or his son would...who by the way has ten years difference with me and he is in a gang. Have a good day, Mister Boden. I'll make sure to pass the news to my mum if I remember and she is sober enough to register who I am or that I speak English and not Latin like a demon." Felicity rambled angrily at the man before her who stopped and stare at her in shock.

He didn't expect the girl before him, the twelve year old before him, to be so cruel and cold.

"Alright." Boden said slowly as he stood up and walked at the door that Felicity held open with her free arm while in her other held little Samantha who glare at the older man.

"If you ever need help come by House 51, alright? A girl like you shouldn't be so cold at that young age." Boden said softly to Felicity who chuckled darkly.