Numbers

by Truethoughts

Numbers have always been important to Azula... especially as a child, numbers dominate her thoughts, her very being, it only takes two little words to shatter her allusion of perfection, two little words she cries at night, two words and her charade ends

"Let's play a game." Such simple words, spewed like venom from his lips.

"Don't be scared." The mocking whisper, over and over. Hands pat, touch her. Places hands aren't supposed to be. Especially not his.

"No please.." She starts to plead, silenced by four mere words.

"Don't you love me?"

"Of course!" the child cries, he arches a brow, the sneers.

"Show me, Azula. Show me how much you love me." Two words, he wants to hear, only those two are right. Only those two will stop him from turning cold, and dirty. And mean. Two words spill from her lips, like poisoned honey.

"Yes father."