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DISCLAIMER!!!
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WARNING!
Some stories are not suitable for all audiences. I will try to put up a warning before the fic if the rating is higher than T.
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(WARNING FOR CURSING AND MENTIONS OF RAPE)
1; Mother
(Prompt submitted by Paul & Erin)
I tell everyone that you were a whore… That you beat me, and let men knock you around…
I tell them that you were murdered before my eyes, and that you blamed me with your dying breath.
I tell them that I drink to wash away your memory. That I smoke so I don't remember your smell… That I sleep around because I don't know the value of a female's honest company…
But, that's all a lie and we both know it…
Nobody would respect me if I told them I was born into a rich family, and that in all truth you're just as powerful as Shinra, but in another light… The kind that makes people flock to you for help and comfort not run away in fear…
I don't tell them that when I was little I used to ride in a limo to go to school, or that we had a private chef that prepared all our meals.
I don't say that the reason my apartment is always a mess is because I was used to maids doing it for me while I was at school, or playing around with my friends…
I don't tell them that I was a spoiled rich little brat that would have made Rufus Shinra blush…
I don't tell them that the reason I don't wear a tie is because I never learned to knot it myself… That you always did it for me, then patted my chest and said how much I looked like dad…
I don't tell them how you would come into my room when I was young and hold me after I had a nightmare.
How you'd sing and run your hands over my hair until I fell asleep. Or how you would make tea and let me sit beside you in the morning while you drank it… Just being quiet and not judging me for acting like a little kid when I wasn't any longer.
I don't tell them that I ran away when I was fourteen because I thought you were unfair for not allowing me to go to Junon with my younger girlfriend for the summer…
I don't tell them that I actually got lost and kidnapped by a group of thugs and ended up being raped by every last one of them before they beat me into a coma…
When I woke up I didn't tell the doctors my real name, because if I did you would have come to find me and discovered what a pathetic waste your second eldest son is… Because if you had seen me, I would have to admit I was wrong, that I'm ashamed of myself and what I've become…
And I always have been the stubborn one, haven't I…
I don't tell them about my real past… Instead I take on an accent and adapt the story the flower girl, who let me sleep in her church and made me breakfast the day before those thugs grabbed me, told and make it my own…
I don't tell them that the real reason I was so happy to drop the plate was because then I could finally snuff out all the memories. I could finally destroy the evidence of what those guys had done to me years ago.
I could finally forget…
But it hasn't worked…
I still have nightmares, only now… You're not there to make them go away. There are only my cigarettes and the girls I pick up in bars where I tend to get drunk every night…
I don't tell them that you were the best mom in the world… And that when I saw you today in Costa, lounging on the beach with my brothers, you didn't even recognize me…
I don't tell them that… Mostly because I don't want them to see me cry…
I've got to suck it up… It's my fault, not yours, mom…
I'm not your little boy anymore… I'm not the bright child you knew and loved who could never hurt a fly and helped old ladies across the street… I don't belong in your world any longer.
No…
I'm a murderer now… A kid from the slums… I'm a Turk…
And they call me Reno…
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This just came to me. I've recently wondered about Reno's past. That and I wanted to write something that wasn't what you'd thing when you read the prompt.
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