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Chapter 7
Mallory and Wildwing sat down with their food that they had gotten from the food court and discussed their past.
"So Mal what was your family like back home?" asked Wing
Mallory stared blankly at her food and took a deep breath.
"If you could call them family that is." was her reply
Wildwing put down his gyro and looked at Mallory with a worried look on his face
"I didn't really like my family all that much" she began "I grew up in a family with 3 other boys, and both of my parents were in the army. I was the youngest, and my brothers would always pick on me, even when they became teenagers, merely for the fact that I was a girl. My parents never did anything about it, they just dismissed their behavior towards me. My youngest brother was always getting into severe trouble. I was always the therapist for my mother whenever he fucked up. In the course of four years he had wrecked a car, smoked pot, did other various drugs, drank, fought constantly with my parents and got one of his girlfriends knocked up and refused to take responsibility for it. My father shunned me because I was a girl. Whenever he did pay attention to me it was to yell at me or to blame me for everything that happened. My mother always came to me when she needed someone to talk to, and I always tried to help her the best I could. At some point I got so depressed that I began to cut my wrists, I still have scars on my arms and hips from where I cut myself"
Mallory held out her wrists to show Wildwing the scars that she had inflicted on herself.
Wildwing ran his hand over her wrist where the cuts were, and held her wrist in between his hands. Chills ran up her spine from his touch, but she didn't flinch.
"When I was 15 I tried to commit suicide. I backed out at the last minute, but no one ever found out. I was so happy to leave for the military when I was 18. All I can remember is packing up my things and then my father walked up to me as I left. He told me to leave and to never come back. He told me how ashamed he was in me that I couldn't be the son he always wanted. He told me that he hated me. My mother heard it all too, but she didn't say anything. A few years later I found out that they had all been murdered. I didn't really care, they had never been a real family to me anyways, all we ever shared in relation to one another was blood. So I didn't really lose anyone in the invasion. I had no friends and no family to leave behind."
Mallory had a blank, emotionless look on her face. Wildwing knew that these memories were painful for Mallory, even if she would never admit it. He let go of her wrist and grasped her hands inside of his, trying to read her face to see what she was feeling.
"I'm sorry Wildwing I probably never should have told you. I've never told anyone about my past before, I've never really trusted anyone with that sort of information about myself before." She said sadly.
"Mallory I'm so sorry that life has been so hard on you, I never would have guessed that you would have been through all this. I'm so glad that you trust me enough to tell me all this." He said.
"I'm not really all that hungry anymore Wing," said Mallory slipping her hands out of his to reach for her tray.
"I'm not really all that hungry either, Mal" he replied
They both got up and threw their food away. Mal grabbed her bag of clothes that she had bought, while Wing reached for his.
"Why don't we finish swapping life stories later, Wing? I think I'm gonna head down to the lingerie store, and since I don't think you want to go there with me I'll meet you back by the exit in 30 minutes. Sound good to you?"
"Yea, sure Mal."
"Great see you later Wing!"
Chapter 7
Mallory and Wildwing sat down with their food that they had gotten from the food court and discussed their past.
"So Mal what was your family like back home?" asked Wing
Mallory stared blankly at her food and took a deep breath.
"If you could call them family that is." was her reply
Wildwing put down his gyro and looked at Mallory with a worried look on his face
"I didn't really like my family all that much" she began "I grew up in a family with 3 other boys, and both of my parents were in the army. I was the youngest, and my brothers would always pick on me, even when they became teenagers, merely for the fact that I was a girl. My parents never did anything about it, they just dismissed their behavior towards me. My youngest brother was always getting into severe trouble. I was always the therapist for my mother whenever he fucked up. In the course of four years he had wrecked a car, smoked pot, did other various drugs, drank, fought constantly with my parents and got one of his girlfriends knocked up and refused to take responsibility for it. My father shunned me because I was a girl. Whenever he did pay attention to me it was to yell at me or to blame me for everything that happened. My mother always came to me when she needed someone to talk to, and I always tried to help her the best I could. At some point I got so depressed that I began to cut my wrists, I still have scars on my arms and hips from where I cut myself"
Mallory held out her wrists to show Wildwing the scars that she had inflicted on herself.
Wildwing ran his hand over her wrist where the cuts were, and held her wrist in between his hands. Chills ran up her spine from his touch, but she didn't flinch.
"When I was 15 I tried to commit suicide. I backed out at the last minute, but no one ever found out. I was so happy to leave for the military when I was 18. All I can remember is packing up my things and then my father walked up to me as I left. He told me to leave and to never come back. He told me how ashamed he was in me that I couldn't be the son he always wanted. He told me that he hated me. My mother heard it all too, but she didn't say anything. A few years later I found out that they had all been murdered. I didn't really care, they had never been a real family to me anyways, all we ever shared in relation to one another was blood. So I didn't really lose anyone in the invasion. I had no friends and no family to leave behind."
Mallory had a blank, emotionless look on her face. Wildwing knew that these memories were painful for Mallory, even if she would never admit it. He let go of her wrist and grasped her hands inside of his, trying to read her face to see what she was feeling.
"I'm sorry Wildwing I probably never should have told you. I've never told anyone about my past before, I've never really trusted anyone with that sort of information about myself before." She said sadly.
"Mallory I'm so sorry that life has been so hard on you, I never would have guessed that you would have been through all this. I'm so glad that you trust me enough to tell me all this." He said.
"I'm not really all that hungry anymore Wing," said Mallory slipping her hands out of his to reach for her tray.
"I'm not really all that hungry either, Mal" he replied
They both got up and threw their food away. Mal grabbed her bag of clothes that she had bought, while Wing reached for his.
"Why don't we finish swapping life stories later, Wing? I think I'm gonna head down to the lingerie store, and since I don't think you want to go there with me I'll meet you back by the exit in 30 minutes. Sound good to you?"
"Yea, sure Mal."
"Great see you later Wing!"