This is my first fic, so I would love if you guys tell me what you think. Please R&R
I do not own Shingeki no kyojin (Attack on titan)...
Chapter 1
Eren Jeager never had a say in his life. At first, he thought it was because he was the oldest of the Jeager siblings, but as he grew things took a turn. He wasn't allowed to have friends over, go out with friends, go on dates, or have a girlfriend. But if he did go somewhere, his younger sister Mikasa had to go with him. He didn't mind her going with him since they shared the same circle of friends. But what really made him wonder was the fact that if his friends did go over everyone must stay in the sitting room. He wasn't anything special, far from it. Sure his father rich, but he, his sister, and mother never saw a dime. In fact, they didn't even live with his father and all money that came into the house was his mothers, his sisters, and his.
He hated his childhood with a passion. His sister and he never had a say in anything. His father, Doctor Grisha Jeager, was an abusive bastard. Sure, they had money to last them a few life times, but they never knew what luxury was. Grisha owned Jeager Medical Corps, Inc., the nation's top-selling medical supply company, and four out of the five hospitals in the city. That greedy bastard kept everything to himself, even the part that wasn't his.
Carla Jeager was a very popular Spanish Pop Singer in the late 80's, 90's, and early 2000's - known then as Carla Valdivia. She was at the top of the charts in America and Latin America; well, up until she met Grisha. Born in a small farming community in Southern Texas and then raised in Harlingen, TX, she wanted to see the world. On her first nationwide tour she met him, Grisha. At first, he was the nicest guy any girl would want in their life, well until they asked if she wanted to do an international tour to Europe. When she told him, he quietly began to question her intentions. He proposed six months into the relationship, and not even four months into the engagement she finds out she was pregnant.
Grisha began to manipulate her into lending him money so he could finish his college career. She being naïve agreed to it. Now she was in her third trimester, but her husband was nowhere to be found. She understood that he was still in school, but he never put interest into the baby. When their boy was born, Grisha didn't want to be in the room with her, he said that it was an intimate moment between mother and child. She believed him.
When Eren turned five years old, Grisha asked him if he wanted to go to a home visit with him. Eren Jeager, who then thought his father was the best person in the world agreed. 'He never lets me go with him to any in home visits'. Upon arrival to a secluded home on the south side of the city, they found a traumatizing imaged. The house wasn't as big as the Jeager 4.5 million dollars home, but was big enough to live comfortably. They saw laying in the door way Mr. Arkerman, Grisha rushed to help. "Eren, look for Mrs. Arkerman and their child!" his father shouted, Eren did as told. He stepped into the home very quietly, in case the aggressor was still there. In the kitchen entrance was Mrs. Arkerman face down in a pool of her own blood. He looked for the child, no one. He began to walk up the stairs to investigate; he saw a trail of blood. He followed it up to a wooded white door. He heard soft sobs, curiosity kicked in; he slowly opened the door and saw the Arkerman child crying inter her knees, a gash across her left arm, and a small pool of blood. "Dad!" shouted Eren frightening the young girl. In what seemed like seconds his father was next to him hugging the girl. After that everything began to blur. He remembered with they adopted the Arkerman child, but that was about it.
When both Eren and Mikasa turned ten, Grisha began to beat Carla for any reason. Eren never thought he would hate his father, but then that day happened.
Carla was now pregnant with their second/third child. Due to years of verbal and physical abuse, it took a toll on her pregnancy. "What did the doctor say?" Asked Grisha as he took his seat at the front of the dinner table. "Everything is fine, he's a very healthy baby" replied Carla. She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes, Grisha saw, he slams his hand against the marble table, she flinches. "His heart is a little weak but she says with just a little rest he'll be okay" she said frightened. He just looked at her for what seemed like hours and said nothing. He threw his plate on the floor, food and glass flew everywhere, Clara, Eren, and Mikasa flinched. "Weak?" he laughed, "Rest?" He kept laughing, he stood and began to pace, everyone just stared. He then yanked Carla by her hair off her seat and onto the floor. She yelped, and the kid's eyes widened. "PICK IT UP!" he growled with a fist full of Carla's hair. Eren stood up to help his mother, only to be back handed by that bastard. Carla saw and tried to break from Grisha's hold. After some struggle, she was finally freed herself and crawled over to her son. Before she could reach him, she received a kick to the right of her abdomen, she cried in pain. He kept kicking, she kept crying, Eren and Mikasa froze at the view in front of them. Carla finally stopped crying in pain and laid in a pool of her own blood, Grisha kept kicking. Mikasa broke out of the trans first, she lunged herself at her adoptive father knocking him out of the way. After a few seconds he recovered, he glared at his daughter. He began to remove his belt. Eren then recovered, he saw his father with his belt in hand, and at that moment Eren lunged to cover his sister and mother from his father. He used his fragile body to cover them as Grisha brought his belt against his ten year old back. He received blow after blow, not wanting to give his father the satisfaction of hearing his pain he bit his bottom lip. He began to taste his own blood, his vision began to blur, the last thing he saw where the frightened eyes of his younger sister.
Eren hated that day with every fiber of his being. He hated himself for not being able to protect his family. If he hadn't been born Mikasa would have her parent, Elijah would have been born, and his parents would have had a good marriage. He could never escape that memory, even if he tried; he and his sister had scars that stared back at them every day. Mikasa's were mostly on her right arm, from where she hugged him as he was beaten. But his were all over his back, his arms and legs. He doesn't remember much of what else happened, all he knows is, he awakened in a new home, a smaller home. Grisha must have planned it or something, because his wounds were slowly beginning to heal, and in the living room he found a yellow envelope with new social security cards, birth certificates, and a driver's license with his mother's picture on it. He read them: Carla Valdivia (her maiden name), single mother of Eren and Mika Valdivia. What he found weird was that the document said that he and his sister were both born to Carla and were twins. As time went on, his father would only come to inform them of what he deemed important. During a visit he overheard his father telling someone that his wife and children had gone to Mexico to be with Carla's ill mother.
Seventeen year old Eren, laid on his twin size bed just looking at his ceiling. He didn't feel like getting up, he just knew it was going to be one of those days, those where nothing ever goes right.
Knock knock knock.
"I'm up!" he shouted at whoever knocked on his door.
"Hurry up! We're going to be late and Krista texted she had something to ask us." shouted back his sister.
"I'll be out in a bit" he shouted back. He rolled out of bed and stretched until he heard a very satisfying pop from his back. He walked over to the Jack-and-Jill bathroom he shared with his sister. He stood in front of the mirror. His chocolate brown locks going every which way, his teal eyes were puffy, his chest and abdomen looked toned and spotless. Then he saw them, on his right bicep was a diagonal scar, on his left forearm another scar, then another just below. He hated it. All he and his sister would wear were long sleeve shirts that covered up those brutal scars. His friends would ask why he never wore short, short sleeve shirts, or tanks, but he would just say he was allergic to the sun. He couldn't tell them the truth; it was just too painful for him to tell.
As he completed his morning ritual and began to get ready for school, his phone rang.
"Ugh!" he said out loud, his father was calling. He swiped to answer, "Hello?"
"Eren, let your mother and sister know that I am coming over tonight. There is something very important I need to tell you all."
"I'll let them know, bye." he said, and began to remove his phone from his ear.
"Eren, this is in regards to you so you must be present at this meeting." he heard his father say.
"Fine, now bye, I have school" before his father could protest, he hung up. Eren took a seat on his bead and put his head in his hands, "AHHHHHH!" he muffled his scream. "What they hell does Grisha want this time?" he asked himself.
