We all know the story of The Umbrella Academy, October 1,1989, 43 women around the whole world gave birth simultaneously despite showing no signs of pregnancy before labor. The classy well known billionaire Sir Regional Hargreeves took this opportun...
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"I told you for the last time! Number 8 you are forbidden to travel out of this house at night!"
"Why! I just wanted to explore outside of this hell hole! This is bullshit!"
"Language young Lady!" . . . "What's going on?" A 15 year old Vanya Hargreeves eyes slowly opened, she heard loud voices coming from downstairs followed by bangs and a crash of something.
A vase maybe?
She swiftly got out of bed to investigate, almost tripping over several books lying around she managed to bump into the wall. Moaning in pain she slowly creeped out of the room and into the hallway, making her way towards the sounds of people shouting.
Vanya moves quietly down the steps before she halted.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"We could say the same thing to you?" Luther whispered back, "Anyways it seems Astaroth and Dad are going at it again," He points towards the family living room where it shows two figures circling each other.
"She always acts like a brat," Diego chimes in.
Klaus turned his way with a smirk on his lips, "And what does that make you? The baby," Diego punches him in the shoulder. "Ow what the hell,"
"Both of you shut up I can't hear," Allison smacked the back of their heads.
Vanya shook her head, moving past the other teens she reached the bottom of the stairwell. Approaching the scene, almost tripping over her self. The cold floor didn't make it any better as her anxiety grew with each shout she heard.
'What can I do? What do I even do?'
Vanya knelt behind the bookcase and watched intently, she could hear the other's quickly kneel along with her. All held silence and proceeded to listen to the argument. . . .
"Number 8 I'm done with your petty arguments", Sir Reginald sighed in frustration.
"Petty....Are you freaking kidding me! You literally have no respect for me," She snapped, lost in anger, cheeks flushed. "You..are so damn selfish. You're always pushing so much damn pressure on me. I am done with you putting me down to the meat grinder......Why am I the one that's always wrong?" She choked. "You're supposed to be my fucking SUPPORT!".
"Tch, you want to know why!? It's because you act like a child who wants everything done for them! You have no sense of responsibility or a care for others, must I remind you are the reason I put such strict rules in place. Must I keep reminding you that your rebel nature is ripping this family apart!"
"Me! You're the reason BEN DIED! YOU'RE THE REASON FIVE LEFT TO GOD KNOWS WHERE! YOU'RE THE REASON FOR EVERY FUCKING PROBLEM WE EVER HAD!" She shot back, her flames seething out of her back side.
