Hello!~ The new chapter is finally here, even if it is a couple of days late.

This chapter is full of dialogue. I didn't even realize that when I was writing it, but when I was proof reading it I thought "Holy crap this is a ton of dialogue!" xD I hope you guys don't mind it too much!

I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors, I try my best to fix everything but I'm not perfect!

As always, enjoy!

Eren's POV

I woke up in the kitchen, with my arms tied behind my back. They were tightly bound around the chair by a rope that I never knew my father owned. The back of my head was pounding from where he had hit me, but I didn't let that hold me back.

I was so tired of everything. I was tired of my father treating me like dirt, like I never mattered to him at all. He was always screwing things up for me, but I was tired of just dealing with it. It was time to fight back. Or try to, at least. I knew escaping from the rope wouldn't be easy, but I decided to give it my best shot

I tried to squirm my way out of it, or somehow slip my hands through the binding, but it was no use. "Untie me you bastard!" I shouted. I had no idea where he had gone, but I was almost positive that he was still here. I had a feeling things between me and him were far from being over. "Come on, I know you're here! Don't just ignore me!" I continued to struggle but it resulted in nothing but the chair being knocked over. It hit the floor with a loud crash. Smooth moves, I thought sarcastically. How is he going to take you seriously?

"It seems you're in quite the pickle."

My head snapped up to see Dad leaning against the kitchen doorframe, his arms crossed. He was dressed in his usual attire, a tank top and his boxers, but I could sense things were way different. He was too sober. Especially for this time of day.

"I guess I can give you a hand. I mean, after all, I can't have anything bad happen to you." He walked over and quickly picked the chair up, sitting me upright once again.

I stared at him in complete bewilderment. What was he saying? He did bad things to me everyday, without fail, and never once has he cared. So why now, of all times?

"What are you talking about?" I questioned. "Are you stupid or just completely insane? Have you totally just been ignoring what you've been doing to me everyday for the past five years?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about, boy?"

"Are you serious? You put me through hell everyday! You've been doing it ever since Mom died, and you know it! Don't try pulling that crap with me!" He slapped me across the face, leaving a stinging sensation on my right cheek.

"Watch your mouth! I've been busting my ass to take care of you. You'd better show some appreciation."

"I'm supposed to show appreciation towards the man who constantly beats me? To the man who is the reason why scars are all over my body? To the man who has me tied up in a chair right now? Hell no!"

He was crazy for thinking that I would show any amount of respect towards him. After all, who could blame me? It wasn't like he deserved the 'Best Dad of the Year' award.

"Carla worked so hard to make sure that you were raised properly, and this is what you do to show for it?" He grabbed a fistful of my hair and leaned so close to me that I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "You're pathetic, kid."

He let go of my hair so that he could walk over to the fridge. He rummaged through the small amount of food that we had just to return with a beer. He leaned on the counter and took a swig before saying, "So when were you planning on telling me about your boyfriend?"

"W-what boyfriend? What are you talking about?"

Dad smirked slightly. "Don't play dumb you little shit. I know where you went yesterday."

I could feel all blood drain from my face. How could he have known about it?

"See, you do know what I'm talking about. The look on your face says it all. How long did you plan to keep it a secret from me?"

"How… How did you know?"

He crossed his arms. "Trust me, Eren. I have eyes everywhere, eyes that see everything." He paused to chuckle. "But guess what's even better? Not only do these eyes watch, but they also tell me what they see. They watch your every move so that I don't have to."

He had people watching me everyday? I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't get a break from him, no matter where I went, or no matter what I did. I thought that I would be able to escape eventually but he was proving that wouldn't be an easy feat.

"Who the heck did you get to watch me?" As if he would ever tell me.

"People that I just happen to know. I have connections everywhere, with many people. But you don't need to concern yourself with the details. They're unimportant anyway."

"But I don't get it. Why do you have to get people to watch me? You make it pretty obvious that you couldn't care less if I live or die, so why is it so important to you?"

Suddenly his mood shifted and he slammed his beer bottle on the counter. "Because I can't fucking lose someone else from my family!" He jawline tightened tremendously as he grit his teeth. "Not after what they did to Carla."

He couldn't lose someone else? What did that mean? But more importantly, what did he mean by 'they'? Mom had died of cancer. What could anyone else have to do with it?

My voice now shook with uncertainty. "Dad...what are you talking about? Who is 'they'?"

"I'm talking about the fucking bastards that took Carla from me! The idiots who felt the need to destroy my life forever, taking the one thing I loved most."

"But she died of cancer! Right? She did, didn't she?" That was what happened. I was sure of it. That was what I had been told so many years ago. Learning otherwise now was unimaginable.

"No. No, she didn't. You were lied to. I lied to you. Everyone lied to you."

I shook my head in disbelief. This couldn't be happening.

"Didn't you find it strange when she died so suddenly? No one with cancer would have died that suddenly without showing signs of weakness beforehand. And even if she had cancer, don't you think I would have known about it? I'm a fucking doctor for Christ's sake."

When he started explaining things, they slowly started to make sense. Of course I was confused when she died all of a sudden, but I had been 10 at the time, so I didn't question when he told me what happened. I didn't think anything of it. All I knew was that my mother was gone and that I would never see her again. The cause of death didn't matter to me.

"And I kept you from going to the funeral, remember? You stayed at Mikasa's house. I kept you from going because I couldn't let you find out the truth. I knew that things would be better this way."

"Things would be better this way? With me believing a lie?" I could feel my blood starting to boil. I was becoming furious. "You criticise me for keeping secrets yet you're just as guilty as I am. How long were you going to keep this from me? And what the hell actually happened to her?" I hadn't wanted to believe it at first, but now that he had begun telling me I found myself believing it, and I just had to know. I had to know everything. If I didn't learn the whole truth now, the thought of not knowing would forever haunt me.

He sighed heavily and slowly shook his head. "No. I shouldn't have said a word about it to begin with. I regret that now."

"Just tell me!" I screeched, causing my throat to protest in pain. My voice would probably be gone tomorrow. "I'm her son! Don't you think that I deserve to know the truth?"

Dad slammed his fist on the counter. "You don't want to know the truth!"

"It's because you think that I can't handle it, right? That's it, isn't it?" I laughed bitterly. "Well let me tell you something, Dad, I'm a hell of alot stronger than you think. If I was gonna crack under all the pain, I would have done so years ago. So just spit it out."

His glared at me coldly. "You really want to know? Fine. I'll tell you. But afterwards, you'll see why I've kept it hidden from you."

My heart was racing with the suspense. I was practically sitting on the edge of my chair. Well, figuratively speaking, since I was still tied to this damn chair.

"Your mother was shot one night while walking home."

I could feel my eyes grow as big as saucers and my jaw drop with shock.

"That's right. Your mother was murdered in cold blood, for no other reason than that the killer felt like it. At least, that's what he said in court, anyway."

I could feel my body trembling. Should I cry or scream? Feel anger or sorrow? I didn't know how to feel, how to respond. Just when I had finally gotten used to feeling one emotion, my body would decide to switch, introducing me to a new wave of feelings.

"And that's why I can't ever let you out of my sight, Eren." He slowly walked over to me and knelt down so that we were face to face with each other. "I will not let this happen again. I will not be robbed of my family once more, because if that happened, there's no telling what I'd do."

So Eren finally learns who has been watching him, and he also learns another secret. What do you guys think will happen next?

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