Deaf City

Chapter Five

The rest of the school day went by pretty fast, considering the events that happened earlier. Maka was in her last class and the bell was about to ring in a couple of minutes. She went through the rest of day normally. Or as normal as it could get.

The bell finally rang and students poured out of class like a herd of bulls. Maka decided to take her time, or at least that's was Kidd thinks. He's been waiting by the door for her and she was taking her time! Kidd was losing patience. And fast. (A/N: Don't thing wrong you perverts!) He was about to walk up to her and shove her stuff inside her bag. Yes, he wasn't in a good mood, because he could have already left with his friends and doing something fun. But 'no', he had to watch her. His father really knew how to push his buttons.

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Maka was packing up her things slowly on propose. She hadn't realized that Kidd was waiting for her, so she packs slowly, because she didn't want to go home. Maka hated going home because her father was there. He would be home with one of his sluts that he picks up every day and anywhere. He could go the store with no intention and still be able to pick one up there! She hated her father. People think that he is a great father, because he's always over-proactive. But that's not the case. No. The one and only reason why he's like that is all because of her mother. Her mother is why she's fed, she's the reason why Maka hasn't ended up on the streets yet, her mother is why Maka is alive, healthy, and taken care of. All because of her.

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I walked up to Maka to see her spaced out. I waved both of my hands in front of her face (for symmetry proposes) and saw a tear fall from her emotionless face. I put my hands down to only see more tears fall. Her face was still emotionless and it seemed that her mind was somewhere else. I started shaking her by her shoulders, but nothing worked. I wanted to call her name, but that wouldn't do any good because she wouldn't be able to hear me. So, I did the only thing that I could think of. I hug her.

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Maka was thinking of her mother before she left her with her father at the age of nine. She was thinking of the fun and happy times she had with her family. Yes, a family. She had almost forgotten what that feels like. To have someone care for you, keep you safe, and to love you. She remembers that night so clearly. No matter how hard she tries to rid of the memory, it seems that it always comes back stronger and more emotional than the last time. It's like a broken record that plays over and over again until you can't take it anymore. Until one day you'll have to break it.

##~ Flashback ~##

A little girl at the age of nine years old came home with her mother from their day at the beach. Her father, Spirit wasn't home because he had to work late and won't be home till later that evening. Kami, her mother told the little girl named, Maka to take a shower and change out of her swim wear, while she started dinner. Maka quickly obeyed and took a shower. When she was finished getting dressed, she went into the kitchen to see if she could help her mother with dinner. Kami great fully accepted for her daughter to help. Right when dinner was done and about to be served, there was a 'click' coming from the front door, that slowly opened to relive the man of the house, Spirit Albarn.

Maka was overjoyed to see her father, she ran from the kitchen to the front door where her father was. But this time, Spirit didn't seem the same as he was on other nights. He seemed to walk wobbly and couldn't keep his balance. Her mother walked into the room that the two were currently standing or wobbling. Kami came from the kitchen into the living room. Upon seeing Kami, Spirit spoke up.

"Kami yo' look soooo beautifully! How 'bout I take yo' outty, tonite? (Kami you look so beautiful! How about I take you out tonight?)" Spirit asked trying to walk over to her, stumbling on the way.

He fell on top of Kami and hugged her tightly. The older woman could smell the alcohol on his breath. This was something totally new to her. Spirit never drank, smoked, or anything bad like that since they had Maka. Even then he didn't do that. She also noticed that his wallet was missing that he would always put in a bowl by the door along with his keys. She pushed him back and looked him from head to toe. His hair was tussled around; eyes were cloudy with the alcohol that he consumed; tie undid; a few buttons unfastened or missing. His belt wasn't buckled; his pants seemed to be put on backwards somehow; and one shoe was tied sloppy while the other one left loose. He looked like a complete and utter mess.

"Spirit have you been drinking at a bar?" Kami asked with a surprised look plastered on her face. She couldn't believe what was happening.

"Pssshhh, no. A bar wouldn't let me get so drunk. I went to that place four blocks from it on the other side of the street." He replied as if this was nothing new. Hearing this, Kami widen her eyes in realization of what 'place' he was talking about. This enraged her to no end.

"You went to a STRIP CLUB!" She yelled. "WHY the hell did you GO AND DO THAT FOR! DOESN'T YOUR FAMILY MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?!" He opened his mouth to say something, but there was a knock coming from the door. Pissed out, Kami marched over to the door; unlocked the locks on the door; and swung it open.

On the other side, stood a woman with brunette shoulder length hair; light coconut brown eyes. She was in the skimpiest outfit ever. You could tell her breast were fake… big time, and in her left hand was Spirit's wallet that was 'missing'.

"Who the hell are you?" Kami growled at the woman holding her "husband's" wallet.

The stripper woman smiled at her, almost like she was mocking the wife.

"Hello, I'm Estella." Said the woman.

A/N: Ahh … the joy of cliffhangers. I know you guys most likely hate me for doing this, but if I keep typing this story would be really long. So, the next chapter will finish what happened in the flashback. I think that's all I have for you guys, besides "Thank You for Your Wonderful Reviews, Favorites, Followers, etc." Bye!~ :D