Chained (Ereri AU Sequel)

You Never Came Back

[A/N: LONG ASS CHAPPIE!!!! *pats myself on the back*]

Traveling at break-neck speeds, Eren was determined and sparked by a surge of anger as he hunted down a certain someone. Someone who he hadn't seen in such a long time. Someone who failed to stand up to his duties and support him throughout his life growing up.

Eren would have normally felt all warm and fuzzy inside, seeing the man who he looked up to when he was young and naive. He would have made the most of the situation and embrace the man he and his mother respected.

Instead, he wanted to ask him why he left them. What the hell happened to the promise of return he gave to his foolish family. Eren cringed at how gullible he was, to think that after months turned into years, Not a single word from Grisha. The worry he caused unsettled his mother every time he brought up his father. And it HURT to see his mother's tears at the thought of the man she married being missing. Lost. Injured. Dead.

After a while. all hope was soon lost. The man who provided for them would never come back. Natural heartache washed over Eren as he wanted to hug his dad. To fill him in on all that happened while he was gone.

But that was the thing. He never returned. He remembered hearing his mother's muffled sobs in the middle of the night. How she soon developed cancer. How the sick disease took over her body, and the flame soon blinked out, even through all the support from his grandparents, who eventually died. Armin's family also contributed to the medical payments he received. Armin's family gave him a place to stay until he has a steady income flowing in, substantial enough for him to support himself.

Fuck you, Grisha. It's too damn late for patching up wounds between us.

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His gut feeling brought the two angels to a thick mass of trees, as they weaved through the dense forest. Much to their surprise, they came across a little hut-like shelter, made skillfully by someone who had to know what they were doing.

Landing rather clumsily, tripping over roots and shrubbery, kicking up dirt in the process, Eren and Marco cautiously snuck up to the structure.

"So....you..Um, want to smash your father's face?" Marco asked, grabbing Eren's wrist when he was about to bolt in.

"Yes."

Shrugging, he followed Eren into the door, stopping at the entrance as he slammed the door, waking up Grisha, who was rolled up in a blanket, sleeping fine.

The elder looked around, wide-eyed, and frozen, not daring to make a move. He stared at the smoldering log Eren retrieved from the flames in the middle of the room. Even Grisha didn't have an explanation for the floating piece of tree right in front of him. Eren started screaming at him. Marco stood rather awkwardly at the doorway, as so would anybody during someone else's 'family disputes'

Even though Eren was screaming at the top of his lungs, vein popping out of his reddened neck, the rage in his voice was easily cut offas he heard his son throw curses and blame him for fucking everything up. Tears welled up in his eyes, knowing damn well what is happening.

His son was dead.

And from what Eren was yelling, he knew the circumstances all too well. The lecture was given clearly from his son, and each word stung like a dozen sharp daggers, slicing through his entire shaky body.

"MOM IS FUCKING DEAD! YOU WORTHLESS PEICE OF SHIT DIDN'T EVEN CARE TO STOP BY. SHE CRIED HERSELF TO SLEEP EVERY FUCKING NIGHT, WORRIED ABOUT YOU AND HOW SHE WAS GOING TO SUPPORT THE FAMILY YOU LEFT BEHIND. YOU MAKE ME SICK JUST LOOKING AT YOU! MY MOTHER! YOUR WIFE! DIED OF CNACER. AND I DIED BECAUSE THE MAN I LOVE DEARLY DIED! SO MUCH DEATH! SO MUCH PAIN AND SUFFERING! AND YOU WERE OUT IN THIS PEICE OF SHIT HUT SELFISHLY SURVIVING ON YOUR FUCKING OWN! I WAS SCRAPING BY, WITH THE HELP OF THE ARLERT FAMILY!! YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE TO RETURN! I KILLED MYSELF BECAUSE I COULDN'T TAKE THE PRESSURE! YOU WERE NEVER THERE FOR ME!"

Eren shook as his blood was boiling in complete rage. All the while Grisha was being suffocated by his own guilt. Two indisputable facts repeated in his mind like a broken record.

Eren is dead.

Carla is dead.

Eren is dead.

Carla is dead.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

Being so lost in his thoughts, he merely saw the 'floating' hunk of wood, still scorching, be thrown at him. The sparks ignited by the heated flames it was once engulfed in still had a dim orange light visible.

Eren threw the log with all his anger and might, whacking his biological father in the face, burning the aged skin, knocking him out. Though he was out cold, the fire remained lit, flickering happily next to his sleeping area.

(The video is dedicated to the person TRYING to defeat me in the back patting war in the comments. THIS IS WAR!!!)