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“It wasn’t me who tore this family apart, you remember what happened! It was all you!” My heart leaped down to my throat, I wanted to scream that it was all her fault. I wanted to say she’s the one, who made me like this, but it was me, I broke this family. I wanted to be so angry with her; I wanted to be the one to win this battle, one against countless losses. Tears flowed to the brim of my eyes, it’s my entire fault.
I want to say I yelled at her, told her that if she hadn’t messed with me head for so many years I wouldn’t have decided to put a knife to her throat, but that’s not the way it goes. No matter how many years she made me believe my father was horrible and said she was the victim in all his games, I will always be the one who needs help.
Fast paced footsteps echoed down the alleyway, soon to be followed by another set of fast paced steps. A flash of black hair turned the corner, then blond. “Vait, Alex! Stop!” This only made Alex run faster, she was determined to hide the tears that fell. Something she would never dare let anyone see. Ludwig didn’t stop though; he chased her, he care too much to leave her alone. No one deserves to be alone.
Down two blocks, turn a left. Down another block, turn to the alley. The chase lasted for a good fifteen minutes, but he lost her. She hid in a bar, back in the restroom where she let out the tears she held for so long. Let out the emotions she never dared show, afraid that once they found out the truth about her family they would all walk away. Decide that she wasn’t worth sticking around in fear that she would try to hurt them.
After crying out her share of tears for the next century she sat upon a stool and drunk herself intoxicated, trying to forget the words that kept flashing through her mind. ‘It wasn’t me’ ‘It was all you!’ ‘Remember what happened!’ Soon it all blurred with her vision, soon all she could think about was how hot the guy behind her ‘s ass was. Or how she had the urge to go punch someone, to let them feel the pain she felt for so long.
Meanwhile Ludwig was searching high and low, trying to find the girl he cared for so deeply.
You could say he loved her, you could say she loved him. He loved the way she was easily embarrassed, or her fighting spirit. He loved her even though she always got into fights; loved her smile she never showed. Ludwig wanted to be the one she’d finally open up to.
Everyone was just so curious about the tsundere girl who never shared anything about her family, who never cried, never smiled.
Finally he entered that same bar, and saw her in the back surrounded by three guys. They had her pinned to the wall, while everyone just turned their eye.
“That’ll show you for trying to hit the boss!” The middle one said and slapped her across the cheek, so hard her head snapped and a pop echoed from her neck.
“Alex!” Rage filled the German as he tackled the man pinning her. This caught the other two by surprise, before they stared kicking poor Ludwig. Alex just stared, trying to remember why she had the strong urge to flee, but the alcohol held steadfast to her better judgment and she just stood there.
With the other two punks pulling and punching at Ludwig it wasn’t easy to get much off the first. Suddenly a gun was pointed at one of the pricks. “If I were you I would leave the ragazza* and her bastardo of a brother alone.”
All eyed in the joint turned to the holder of the gun, or other words Luciano Vargas.
“Luciano?” everyone turned to Alex, who just realized the situation. “I’d shut up Alex. We don’t want you to end up like these three will.” Why would Luciano care about Alex? Even though he may seem psychotic and like a bastard the most of a time, but he cared for Alex in a strange way. He didn’t know if it was like he was her brother of father but he certainly cared for her.
“I’d get out of here; just let me take care of these assholes.” Ludwig knew he shouldn't let Luciano alone with these men, but he was far too tired to care. All he cared about now was Alex, so he scooped up the highly drunk and protesting girl and hurried out the bar.
It was silent the whole way, or at least it was for Ludwig. All he could think about was how horrid this situation raised; from Alex’s mother crashing an event with all their friends, demanding that Alex come live with her, to a triple homicide. Or how close he came to losing Alex, but she wasn't his.
It was so hard to keep telling himself that she wasn’t his, and for all he knew she would never be his. The only thing he knew was no matter how hard he tried she just wouldn't open up to him, or anyone for that matter.
On the way to her house Alex fell asleep in the German’s arms, mumbling little Italian nothings in her sleep.
“Mi dispiace, Lud.”* She mumbled as he fumbled the keys into the lock, he didn’t know a lot of Italian, but Feli sure said enough for him to know when it’s being spoken. He knew of her heritage but he didn’t know she actually spoke Italian. She never really spoke anything but English and little French.
I wonder if she’s dreaming of tonight’s events… Ludwig thought as he placed her in what he assumed was her room; he hadn’t even been passed her living room. It was sad how little he actually knew about her when he was so deeply inlove.
“Ti amo, Ludwig.” She whispered as he turned to leave the doorway, she smiled in her sleeping form. When in all truth she was awake but she would never tell him this awake and out loud.
His heart skipped a beat, but none the less he smiled. “Ja, ti amo Alexandria.” He whispered as he disappeared through the doorway, mentally promising to come back in the morning.
I want to say I yelled at her, told her that if she hadn’t messed with me head for so many years I wouldn’t have decided to put a knife to her throat, but that’s not the way it goes. No matter how many years she made me believe my father was horrible and said she was the victim in all his games, I will always be the one who needs help.
Fast paced footsteps echoed down the alleyway, soon to be followed by another set of fast paced steps. A flash of black hair turned the corner, then blond. “Vait, Alex! Stop!” This only made Alex run faster, she was determined to hide the tears that fell. Something she would never dare let anyone see. Ludwig didn’t stop though; he chased her, he care too much to leave her alone. No one deserves to be alone.
Down two blocks, turn a left. Down another block, turn to the alley. The chase lasted for a good fifteen minutes, but he lost her. She hid in a bar, back in the restroom where she let out the tears she held for so long. Let out the emotions she never dared show, afraid that once they found out the truth about her family they would all walk away. Decide that she wasn’t worth sticking around in fear that she would try to hurt them.
After crying out her share of tears for the next century she sat upon a stool and drunk herself intoxicated, trying to forget the words that kept flashing through her mind. ‘It wasn’t me’ ‘It was all you!’ ‘Remember what happened!’ Soon it all blurred with her vision, soon all she could think about was how hot the guy behind her ‘s ass was. Or how she had the urge to go punch someone, to let them feel the pain she felt for so long.
Meanwhile Ludwig was searching high and low, trying to find the girl he cared for so deeply.
You could say he loved her, you could say she loved him. He loved the way she was easily embarrassed, or her fighting spirit. He loved her even though she always got into fights; loved her smile she never showed. Ludwig wanted to be the one she’d finally open up to.
Everyone was just so curious about the tsundere girl who never shared anything about her family, who never cried, never smiled.
Finally he entered that same bar, and saw her in the back surrounded by three guys. They had her pinned to the wall, while everyone just turned their eye.
“That’ll show you for trying to hit the boss!” The middle one said and slapped her across the cheek, so hard her head snapped and a pop echoed from her neck.
“Alex!” Rage filled the German as he tackled the man pinning her. This caught the other two by surprise, before they stared kicking poor Ludwig. Alex just stared, trying to remember why she had the strong urge to flee, but the alcohol held steadfast to her better judgment and she just stood there.
With the other two punks pulling and punching at Ludwig it wasn’t easy to get much off the first. Suddenly a gun was pointed at one of the pricks. “If I were you I would leave the ragazza* and her bastardo of a brother alone.”
All eyed in the joint turned to the holder of the gun, or other words Luciano Vargas.
“Luciano?” everyone turned to Alex, who just realized the situation. “I’d shut up Alex. We don’t want you to end up like these three will.” Why would Luciano care about Alex? Even though he may seem psychotic and like a bastard the most of a time, but he cared for Alex in a strange way. He didn’t know if it was like he was her brother of father but he certainly cared for her.
“I’d get out of here; just let me take care of these assholes.” Ludwig knew he shouldn't let Luciano alone with these men, but he was far too tired to care. All he cared about now was Alex, so he scooped up the highly drunk and protesting girl and hurried out the bar.
It was silent the whole way, or at least it was for Ludwig. All he could think about was how horrid this situation raised; from Alex’s mother crashing an event with all their friends, demanding that Alex come live with her, to a triple homicide. Or how close he came to losing Alex, but she wasn't his.
It was so hard to keep telling himself that she wasn’t his, and for all he knew she would never be his. The only thing he knew was no matter how hard he tried she just wouldn't open up to him, or anyone for that matter.
On the way to her house Alex fell asleep in the German’s arms, mumbling little Italian nothings in her sleep.
“Mi dispiace, Lud.”* She mumbled as he fumbled the keys into the lock, he didn’t know a lot of Italian, but Feli sure said enough for him to know when it’s being spoken. He knew of her heritage but he didn’t know she actually spoke Italian. She never really spoke anything but English and little French.
I wonder if she’s dreaming of tonight’s events… Ludwig thought as he placed her in what he assumed was her room; he hadn’t even been passed her living room. It was sad how little he actually knew about her when he was so deeply inlove.
“Ti amo, Ludwig.” She whispered as he turned to leave the doorway, she smiled in her sleeping form. When in all truth she was awake but she would never tell him this awake and out loud.
His heart skipped a beat, but none the less he smiled. “Ja, ti amo Alexandria.” He whispered as he disappeared through the doorway, mentally promising to come back in the morning.
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This wasn't a reader insert; you had an OC in it xD. It was still a good story though ^^