𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍.
━━━ ❛ WARNING ━━━ YOU
CAUGHT FEELINGS! ❜
extended summary inside.
season three. book 01 / 02 of Everyone
wants to be a hero.
plot creator ━━━ @/wcnchstr
published ━━━ seventeen. sixth. twenty-eig...
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chapter ten.
HE HANDS SHOULDN'T BE trembling for a woman like her, with all the things she has done she doesn't deserve his concern or him praying for her safety. Maybe his dad made the right decision by leaving them. His keys jingling as he tries to unlock his front door. He couldn't breath, the thought of her dying by a three fold death wasn't something he desired for anybody.
"Mom? Mom?" Arthur shouts, his palms sweat slamming the first door open, empty. "Where are you?" He continues, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip stopping them from trembling, his hip aching.
"Arthur, stop banging doors." His mother scowls, walking down the stairs a half eaten banana in her hand. "And shouldn't you be in school?"
Relief floods his veins, wrapping the woman in a hug on the bottom of the stairs breathing in her familiar strawberry shampoo. "I've been calling you for ages, why don't ever pick up your phone?"
A small smile graces her lips, petting his head in comfort and replies, "Sorry, I lost it somewhere in the house." He pulls back eyebrows creased meeting her storm grey, he hadn't inherited from her, "I was looking for it then got distracted by Pretty Little Lairs."
It's beats being in the Darach's clutches, Arthur sighs, he doesn't know how long he can keep doing this. He hates her with every bone in his body but she's out there everyday fighting for someone's rights and defending them, but how could she do that if she hasn't seen the full picture, she's failing because he doesn't want to admit the truth. They've been failing, killing more than they've been saving and all at the cost to keep their secret. How many more have to die?
A tear rolled down his cheek, he hadn't noticed until his mother rubbed it away, "Hey, Arthur baby, talk to me." She tugs him over to steps seated one above him. "What's wrong?"
Me, everything they're doing isn't working at all. He can't even fight for his friends without nearly dying, what was he even thinking? He should've ignored it, live a life of ignorance so he wouldn't feel like a burden. He's trying his best but it's never enough.
Fuck, he could feel tear swell in his eyes his nails dug into his palms, remembering his mother is in front of him. "Just a bit stressed."
"Is it school?" She inquiries, a frown etched on her lips, "Do you need a break?"
From life? Yeah, definitely.
"No, don't stress yourself out about it." Arthur replied trying to keep the venom out of his tone. Taking a break won't help anyone, he's apart of this even if he doesn't want too, and his best may not be the greatest but it helping not only himself but for his home from being destroyed from something greater.
