chapter seven

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Deku's Pov

    After the person was caught we we're taken in to give our statement on what happened. We told our story and I mentioned that all of the staff at the hotel was missing. I went to speak with a detective and gave my opinion. I said, " I don't think he was working alone. The persons name is Tristan Camille, he is infamous for being one of the tallest giant quirk users ever. I read that he wanted to become a Hero but the small agency he worked for was to scared of his abilities, and he wasn't skilled enough to go to a bigger agency."

Tristans memories.

      I was around 30 when my agency of 3 years dropped me. I was obviously late one some of my coworkers were only 20 years old. I wasn't big enough in the hero world hell I never even ranked so i don't make a good enough pay to take care of my family. I was scared to tell my husband scared he would take my baby girl and run, so I'd leave the house in my hero uniform every day and wait till time to go home. I kept telling him the pay was late and I didn't know why. One day I was looking for work, I was desperate I walked into a low ranked agency and gave them my portfolio. I was rejected when they found out my quirk was to super for me to be of anything other then a nuisance. I was pissed off and licked the trashcan on my way out. A man walked my way to pick it up. As I start to walk out  I hear my name called "Tristan?" The man I had previously not recognized drops the trashcan he just picked up. "Jess, no wait I can explain." He looks at me like I had just broke his heart. "I came here looking for work as a secretary so I could provide while you paycheck kept getting delayed." Jess told me his voice cracking a little "you lied to me didn't you,," he says his voice low and upset. I look at him his head facing down his pretty blond hair messed up by the movement. I see tears fall from behind his hair they touch the ground. He looks back up this time a little more angry with me. " I want you out of the house in 3 hours." He says firmly.

    "Jess," I don't have time to say the rest before he runs away. Out the doors of the small agency.  I breath a sigh and leave the small agency going to my car. I sit there my head against the steering wheel crying till my face is drenched in salty tears. I cough a little bit because the whining made my voice hoarse. I wipe my face off and start driving home. When i get back i can see that the majority of my stuff was already packed up. Jess runs around the house grabbing small things he thinks i should have. My baby girl bonnabell looks at me with such despair she's only four years old how am i to be the one to leave her. Jess walks in with suitcases and bags basically whatever he could find. "When do i get to see Bonnie?" I asked him. He looked at me but turned, he wasn't able to look me in the eyes. I've accepted my fate looking back on it i should have fought; fought for jess fought for Bonnie. He mumbles a few words "for now we're separated socially i don't know if i want a divorce don't visit,," he says and asks me to leave he gave me some money for a hotel for the night.

    At first i tried to talk to him and see Bonnie. But after five months i gave up. I'd shown up at his door while i knew Bonnie was in school and saw him with someone having a dinner at the dining table. We aren't even divorced yet Jess. I think to myself and once i again go to my car and cry and scream. The flowers i had brought him we're dropped in the middle of the lawn as i ran back to my car. I'd given up from that point on. I rented an apartment one bedroom small and barley able to move but it's the only thing i could afford working on a fastfood paycheck. I lost my life my love i stopped working for Bonnie. I stopped trying i worked came home and ate. Over an over i stopped shaving i looked horrible i hadn't showered in days and i had a small thing against heros. They rejected me, took my Bonnie And Jess from me. I scream and throw my beer at the tv.

( there ya go it continues but i think you can see what happens next)

Luke out.

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