Healing Old Wounds - An Umbreon x Espeon love story
Chapter 1 - Backstory & Fresh Wounds
'I had to get away', I thought desperately before I was kicked in the side, sending a wave of pain through my body. I gasped for air, my lungs were on fire. Tears filled my eyes. A man, a man who I thought I trusted, glared down at me as I writhed in agony. I saw dark spots in my line of vision before I blacked out.
It was against the law to abuse Pokémon, but that didn't stop my trainer from doing so. It was a felony, the highest crime you could commit. My trainer was smart though, he bribed me with food and water so I wouldn't tell. He would also almost never let me out of the house, not like other trainers did. My master would beat me up if I ever tried to escape and he found me, too.
I am Xavia, an Espeon. My trainer found me in the forest as an Eevee. He caught me and took me to his home. I was cared for like any trainer could for their beloved Pokémon, until I evolved. My master wanted a Sylveon, so he pampered me with affection to win over my love. I didn't return it and evolved into an Espeon. I remember the face he made once I had finished my evolution, pure rage and disappointment.
"No! I didn't want some stupid purple cat, you're useless to me!" I remember him screaming before he slapped me across the face.
Pain flared up on my side and I woke up, breathing heavily and wincing at my side. There stood my trainer, nudging the side he had kicked me on with his boot, "Get up," he said with a annoyed tone in his voice. I took a deep breath and got on my paws with the remaining strength I had. If I don't listen, I'll get beat again, I can't go through another beating in the same day. "We're going to the forest, the people here are getting suspicious of me so I'm taking you out for a walk, to show I'm a good trainer. I am, right?" He looked down at me, waiting for the answer he wanted to hear. I quickly nodded to please him, it was normal for me to rarely talk. He had broken me, I didn't have the strength to speak a word to him.
He grinned and walked me over to the bed, I tried my best not to wince. Placed neatly on the bed was a light pink dress for me, I frowned. I hated dresses, they're itchy and other Pokémon, male Pokémon to be specific, tease and flirt to me about it. I looked up at my trainer and faked a smile. He picked me up and placed me on the bed, not being careful of my side at all. I winced and let him dress me up. I knew I was only getting dressed up to cover my bruise.
After I was dressed, my master placed a collar on me. It was attached to a leash, so I wouldn't escape. I sighed softly, quietly enough so he wouldn't hear as we headed out the door into the world. I looked around, it was just perfect outside. The sun was shining, a clear blue sky, grass that's flourishing. I took in the air, much better than the air inside the house, it reeked of fear and sweat.
I was torn away from my thoughts as I felt a tug on my collar. I began to walk as my trainer did, cowering away when other Pokémon looked in my direction. I was embarrassed, tears pooled up in the corner of my eyes. I wiped them with my tail swiftly, I just wanted to leave this hell of a trainer.