We Can Find A Way (Hiccup X Reader)

Chapter 23- Flashbacks

HELLO! I'm so sorry. I forgot to update last Friday, but here it is!
This chapter focuses on Anne's past, so it's a bit dark, but I tried my best to make it dark, so enjoy!

The bread was hard, the main dish was too, and the plates they were placed in were chipped and broken. So much for a lovely dinner. Anne was staring at her food, the corner of her mouth twitching from time to time.

You wondered what she did...

Hiccup tapped the loaf of bread on the wooden table, and it make a dull clicking noise. He winced, looking at you.

You grimaced. It's that hard? How long was it in the breadbox?

"Are you enjoying dinner, dears?" Anne suddenly spoke, giving a wide grin.

You stared. That smile was forced, too innocent. She was hiding something.

"Dinner's great..." you answered, staring at your own plate. The bread had a small bite, and that was it.

"It's...uh..."Hiccup stammered, flitting his gazes between Anne and his rock-hard food. He stood up from the table abruptly. "I have to go."

"Why dear?" Anne asked in an uncomfortable tone, as if she was about to kill him right there. She looked at Hiccup with a cold gaze.

"It's late and...erm...it's late."

"Okay!"

***

After Anne had 'kindly' escorted Hiccup out of the house (note: shoved him out of the door), she ordered you to go to bed. It was still 8 in the evening, but you had no choice.

You went back to your room and plopped down onto the moldy mattress once again, feeling really tired. The flickering lights above were being swarmed with moths, and there was a pungent smell coming from the corner, which was probably a dead rat.

So many awful things have happened the past few weeks. Your parents...sister... It was so unfair.

Your face contorted into a sad and mad expression, beginning to cry, burrying your face into the crook of your arm, sobbing silently.

"Dang it," you hissed to yourself. "So weak..."

You forced yourself to shut up, biting your tongue. You hugged the lumpy pillow, your body shaking. You occasionally hiccuped.

You thought back to Anne. She adopted you, so she wasn't really your mom or step-mom, yet she still acted like those titles, completely overdoing them as well. She was crazy, you had to admit. Having a picture of your family was freaking you out.

But what made her act like that?

The lights above gave off a small explosion, and then it was dark in the room.

You closed your eyes.

***

You were 4 years old when you first met up with Anne. You were playing alone in the sand box in your school, waiting for your mom and dad to arrive at the bus stop nearby, like they had told you earlier.

Anne had been fired from 17 jobs already, and this one was her 18th. She had been walking gloomily from the principal's office after being yelled at. Her head was hung low, her bangs covering her eyes. She had passed by the playground, and you noticed.

"Hello miss! Why are you so sad?" You had said, cocking your head to the side in concern, pausing from constructing the perfect sand castle.

Anne had smiled. "Never mind that, please. Where are your parents? All the kids left already."

"They still aren't here! I'm waiting for them. Why don't you play with me! That'll cheer both of us up!"

And you had played together.

Anne had never felt so happy. No one had socialized with her so much, and you had talked with her so kindly, not in a shouting tone. Even the kids in the orphanage she was raised in picked on her. The staff treated her like garbage. It's as if everything she did was wrong, and maybe they were wrong.

She had destroyed one sand tower, and she winced, expecting you to cry and to tell her to your mom, but you had smiled and said, "It's okay! Let's build another one!"

Anne looked at the pile of sand with teary eyes. "Okay..."

After a while, your parents had arrived. You waved goodbye to Anne. "Bye nice lady! Mom, she played with me until you got here!"

Your mom looked back at Anne, then back to you. "That's... nice dear, but next time, please don't talk to strangers."

And youhadn't seen her for years.

Anne had married a man and had a child, but he had left her with her daugter named Lorana, It was hard raising Lorana on her own, especially since she loved Spiderman so much. Lorana loved reading comics of him, and when she grew older, she spent all of their money on them and left with her boyfriend when she was 15.

Lorana treated her mother with no respect, but Anne loved her anyway. When she ran away, Anne was devastated, remembering you.

Then she had started working as a doctor.

She saw you, but you changed. You were no longer smiling. You don't remember her.

She thought it was because of your family.

She was mad.

She wanted to take revenge.

And she decided to take you as her own.