The Issue

Chapter 9

AN:

I'm going to do this just because I really need to take my mind off. Got home, started to do homework, only to have my mom tell me that my grandma, who is still in the hospital, has stage four cancer on her lungs and brain. Yeah, I know. Every person's nightmare. I'm just fucking done with this bullshit. So sorry if it sucks.

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Eren's POV

Ok. What should I even wear to the bar? I look at the time. 9 in the morning. So I have eleven hours. Alright, now that I've narrowed this down, what the hell am I going to do?

I spot a binder on a shelf with a layer of dust on it. I guess that would pass the time. Grabbing the full binder, sit on the couch. When I brush the dust off, I get some up my nose.

"A-a-CHEEEE! Oh Jesus... what the heck was that?" At least Levi isn't here to hear that. I'm pretty sure that could be considered as a five-year-old girl's sneeze.

The picture on the front is and old one, it almost looks like... huh. I think that's me. Yeah. Back then my eyes were still bright. I shake my head in amusement. I had the fattest cheeks ever.

Opening the cover, my breath hitches when I see my mother smiling while Grisha, my father holds her. I'm on her other side, and my head barely reaches her waist. I think I was four at the time. Even when I was younger, I was tall for my age.

The next picture is of me on Christmas. I'm holding a rubber snake and laughing at the camera. I remember loving how squishy it felt between my fingers. Eventually Grisha cut it up because I wasn't "following simple directions." Just looking at his face makes my hands sweat a bit.

I eventually notice that on my eighth birthday, I lost the light in my eyes. My body shakes as I remember why the light was gone. I try to ignore it by taking a nap.

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It's the day before my birthday, March 29. I can't wait to be eight. That means only two more years until I'm ten! I'll finally be a big boy! I run inside the house to find where Mom is. Suddenly, an arm shoots out, catching my throat and making me fall choking. I look up and see Dad.

"What the hell have I told you about running in the house?! I'm tired of fucking repeating myself. Why are you running around like a dumbass anyway?" I look at my feet. I hate it when Dad's drinking. He's never like himself.

I stutter out, "I-I was l-l-looking for M-Mommy..." 

Suddenly I'm in the air and Dad's in my face. His breath smells really bad. If adults like to drink, why don't the just drink water? I don't get it.

"Listen here, you piece of shit." He sounds like a dog. But his growl is scarier. "I'm the only one here for a couple days. Your 'mommy' isn't going to be here. You're going to be stuck with me. And you damn sure won't be spoiled." He brings his arm back and smashes his hand in my face. I scream because it hurts so much. He does it again and again, until I don't feel it anymore. Is it magic?

That's so cool that I can't feel anything anymore. I think hazily.

"Oh no you little fucker. You ain't going out on me." He stumbles a bit, but grabs me by hair and starts to drag me to his room. "I'll make sure your life is a living hell. You fucking 'mommy' made mine a fucking hell. 'Oh don't hurt him. He's just a child. He doesn't know better.' Always sticking up for your ass." He throws me on the bed, and I curl in a ball. I didn't notice it, but tears are streaming down my face. "Well, let me tell you, part of that sentence will continue on. Your ass will be sticking up." He gets on his phone and starts talking something about two hundred for two hours. What's he talking about?

Pretty soon, a couple of guys come into the room.

"Is this him?" One of the guys look me up and down. He looks really hungry.

My dad rolls his eyes. "Yeah, dumbass. Now, where's the money?" The other man hands my dad two bills. "Alright. I'm going into town. If you kill him, make it look like an accident. But try not to." He walks out the door and shuts it.

As soon as the front door shuts, the guys pounce on me. I scream and scream as the two rip the clothes off of me. The person at school said this was a red light. I try to kick, but they only laugh. Suddenly, I feel the worst pain in my privates, the back part. I cream until my throat hurts, then one of the men put a piece of cloth in my mouth and tie it. It hurts because some of my hair was tied in it, and he's yanking every time the pain gets worse. Eventually, I give up and just let the tears keep flowing.

One of them keep saying my name.

"Eren. Eren. EREN. WAKE THE FUCK UP BRAT."

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"WAKE THE FUCK UP BRAT." Levi is over me, shaking me.

Why is Levi here so early?

"What are you doing here Levi? I thought you were coming at eight." My voice is all scratchy, and my throat hurts.

He has a worried expression on his face. It doesn't suit him I think drowsily.

He gets off of me, and makes his signature noise. "Tsk. It is eight, brat."

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AN:

Hey. I warned you. Anyway, I started writing this chapter a couple days ago, and I'm doing a lot better. Finally. I thought I was never getting back in the story. Mother fudger, watch yourself. And how would I do that? Take out my eyes and turn them around? I mean, of it tickles your fancy...