Echoes|| König x Reader x Ghost

42: Asking Forbidden Questions

A/N: Hey Y'all this gets dark and talks about SA and abuse.

"What?"

"What does that mean?" Price asks.

"Figure it out, I'm not a dictionary," I grumble.

"You're rude today," Price said to me, I looked at him before looking back at the sleeping pile.

"Maybe you are right I am a little mean right now." I shrug. König and Price looked a little shocked, they didn't expect me to just accept it. I know what I am and how I come off. I can't stop how others perceive me, but I can control what I say... most of the time.

"You need to control yourself."

"And you need to mind your own fucking business old man, I am what I am." I turn to him, "I am so done with all of you adding your two cents into a situation when your opinion isn't needed. I don't give a damn about controlling myself in a way that makes you feel better."

"You're a brat," Ghost spoke up.

And you're a cunt, anything else?" She bared her teeth in a false smile. Ghost stood up and stared down at her, she looked so sleep-deprived and a little crazy. "Look here... Simon, you've been so far up my ass can you breathe?" He put a hand on Gisele's shoulder.

"Don't touch me," she pushed his hands off. "I am so tired of you people judging me, just because I don't act what you expect of me?" she tilts her head in a sleepy manner.

"You're throwing a tantrum," She whips around to look at König, eye bugging like crazy.

"I'm whining not throwing a tantrum."

"What's the difference?" Price asks.

She pulled out her phone and showed them a video. It was clearly her, far younger and a lot angrier. She had systematically destroyed everything in the room without anything but her hands and feet. This anger this unbridled rage as she silently broke everything into small pieces of rubble. The fury in her gaze, the stillness in her blank face, her calm breathing— psychopathic really.

"That's a tantrum, and trust me, that anger is far from gone." She states with this eerie calmness, but Ghost could tell her eyes were burning.

"What is wrong with you?" König asks.

"So much," She smiles.

"Why don't you tell us." Price said, trying to figure out his strange teammate. She stared blankly down at him.

"It's a useless tale," She mumbles a hint of real sadness in her tone.

"Tell us," Price said a little more gently.

"It starts back... to my shit father, I really should have killed him," They all looked at each other sharing a shocked look.

"Should have?" König voice trying to lead more answers out of her.

"Should have, better off dead than wasting oxygen..."

"Ok... What else?"

"Well, besides him molesting me and beating my ass. He also sent me to a therapy wilderness place in the middle of Montana... I got kidnapped in the night from my friend's house." Price's mouth dropped open slightly, from the corner of his eyes Ghost stiffens. Maybe she's just an angry little girl lashing out.

"The amount of beating the amount of torture—"

"Torture?"

"Waterboarding," She said sarcastically as if it's common sense, "Whipping, branding, solitary, sleep deprivation, starvation, so many more." She yawns.

"Those are crimes—"

"And?" she states back looking into Price's eyes coldly. "What are you gonna do believe a mentally ill child? A tantrum-throwing child? Bad children?" She asks slightly mockingly, before giggling as if it's a joke.

"What else happened?" Ghost asks.

"Well... I was there for 2 years, I saw people die, Shit," She mumbles rolling up her sleeves subconsciously. Price looks down and frowns she has large burns on the inside of her forearms, she rolls her sleeves even higher showing off clear self-harm scars.

"What happened there?" König points to the long vertical scars. She looks down as if she never seen it before. She shrugs and continues to scratch the old vertical scars until it begins to bleed.

"Besides the actual legit torture by a former Navy SEAL and the pedophilic priest... not much... oh and the mass drugging." She mutters as if the memories are hazy.

König turns to Price. This was fully concerning; this is a real crime. What do they do? Why is she speaking so nonchalantly? Why wasn't this in her records... Does Charlie know?

Ghost reaches out, not fully touching her, "You should stop." She looks down and notices the blood across her fingers. She pulls down her sleeves and wipes her bloody fingers against her pants.

"Don't tell Charlie any of this."

"He doesn't know?" Price asks completely shocked. She shook her head no and turned to look at Charlie.

"Don't tell him, it'll break his heart."

"Keeping this from his will destroy him—"

"Look I'll tell him when I feel ready. I got to make sure he won't do John Wick on anyone." König eyebrow's raises, Charlie looks mostly harmless, very reasonable compared to Gisele. But the way she spoke with a gentle fear said it all, she did not want him to lose his shit.

"Were you assaulted sexually?" Price asks.

"1 in 4 girls have been sexually abused before 18. 30% of women have been sexually assaulted between 11 to 17. 93% of children who are victims of sexual abuse know their abusers." That was all she said.

"What's the place called?" Ghost asks leaning in and staring into her tired eyes. She looks into his, apathetic cold eyes. She has beautiful eyes.

"Who fucking cares, it's... shut down."

"Rookie—"

"Captain you can't do anything." There was a sadness in her tone, "you can't do anything."

"I can try—"

"And what? Try to bring down senators, politicians, the military, and the church. Do you want to fight all of them? You will fucking lose, you won't win." She spoke with nothing but anger in her tone.

"Look I know I can off as Hotly but give me some damn space to fucking breathe! Like God damn I don't need you to like me just let me and my fucked up autistic mind live without judgment!" She seethed quietly.

"What is the place called!" Price asks firmly. She pursed her lips thinking, she looked dead exhausted, but it seemed more like self-torture.

"Trinity Wilderness Therapy."