The Two Of Us - An ALTA X Reader Fanfiction

Chapter Nineteen~ 7 Months (Y/N)

TW: STARVATION, SUICIDAL IDEATION, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT, VIOLENCE

Month One:

After I left it took everything I had in me to not immediately turn around and go back. I wanted to scream and yell that I deserved to be there, demand to see Aang, and hold him close enough that he could finally feel just how much I loved him and how sorry I was for pushing him away. He had his reasons for not telling me what was happening I was sure, and even when he promised he would eventually let me know everything I still became angry. It hurt more than I could admit, that I had acted rashly and regretted it, but my own inner voices telling me I didn't deserve him, couples with the absolute righteous hatred in Katara's eyes as she commanded me to leave...I couldn't fight it.

The money I had was more than enough to go find a place to go somewhere far away, where Aang wouldn't have to ever see me again and we could go back to the lives we had before. Well....almost. My hand moved to my lower stomach as I sat in thought, protectively shielding it from the future to come.

Month Two:

A lot of people were happy to help me go where I needed to at first, kind souls offering me a spot in their cart as they travelled and occasionally some food. More often than not they were elderly folk that refused any payment, but when we got to our destination I would 'forget' some coins on the seat. My generosity had me running out of funds far faster than I anticipated.

But as time drug on and I hadn't bathed or slept properly, I grew more ragged in appearance and people began to turn me away, not wanting to help a 'bum'. I understood, but with each passing night that I couldn't eat I cried as I held my slightly protruding stomach, feeling nauseous and depressed. I shouldn't have left.

Month Three:
I had enough money left to get a bit of food or supplies. Standing by the vendor I looked over my options. I needed to eat to keep me and my baby alive but I needed shelter so we wouldn't freeze to death in the coming months. I decided if I had something to take care of myself I could possibly hunt or fish. I sighed heavily, eyed a small travel kit, for about two pieces more than I had. Maybe I could haggle? I had seen Toph do so enough, I should be able to pull it off.

Picking up the bag I made my way to the man behind the counter. He looked annoyed by my presence but held a grin that gave me the creeps. Trying my best to be confident I walked to the counter and put the bag down, opening my mouth to convince him to bring the price down just a bit.

"Free." He stated, a glint in his eyes as he raked them up and down my thin body.

Confusion and elation mixed with dread as I stood speechless. My brain tried to work to figure out what he meant but not having eaten in two days and I was too exhausted and confused to comprehend the thinly veiled threat. I stood frozen as he moved from behind his counter, deftly flipping the sign to closed with his fingers as he took my arm a little too firmly.

"Why don't we get you something to eat? You look a hungry. I've got plenty to eat inside."

I nodded slowly, my growling stomach wiping away the obvious suspicion in his actions. We hadn't hardly stepped inside when he shoved me to my knees.

"Fucking beggar. I'll give you something to eat."

Month Four:

I sat in the corner of the room, too numb to even cry anymore. This man reminded me of my father. He came inside every evening and used me as he liked before tossing stale bread at me, occasionally burnt scraps of meat. He never fully undressed me though, so he didn't notice my slightly protruding belly. For that I was thankful, he didn't hit me but something told me if he thought I was carrying HIS baby that wouldn't last long.