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❝︎ PHONE CALLS ARE MUCH MORE PERSONAL THAN TEXTING . ❞︎

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The phone keeps going off. It just keeps ringing, and ringing, and ringing. There was no end to the annoying ringing. Every time it rings Y/n has to hold himself back from picking up the phone to say hello, because he knows that once he answers the call all hell will break loose.

Ringing, and ringing, and ringing, it's all what the phone seems to be doing. Turning it on vibrator won't help, putting under a pillow won't help, nothing helped. It just keeps going and going.

1 hour, then 2, then 4, then a half more, it on for forever. Y/n was only trying to do his paperwork, he needed to get it done. However, his phone tells him otherwise as it keeps ringing the annoying sound that he's slowly starting to hate.

Finally, after the ringing had started up again, Y/n threw his phone out of his room. He was sick and tired of the ringing. He threw his phone hard, making the screen crack and almost shatter. The others who were waiting outside of Y/n's office, were shocked at Y/n's sudden anger.

"I'm tired of that ringing," Was all that Y/n said, his voice exhausted and husky, "Take it away from me, or I'm going to lose my mind over that shit." And then he slammed the door behind him, going back into his office.

Bertholdt, one of the people who were outside of Y/n's office, was shocked to see Y/n look so furious over something as simple as his own phone. He looked at Marco and Peick with a concerned and worried look in his eyes. The other two had the same look.

"This is bad..." Bertholdt whispered.

Marco was quick to nod, "Yeah, last time Y/n's phone was ringing like that, he almost could've been beaten," He said, remembering about Zaxton and Railey.

"What happened last time...?" Pieck was hesitant to ask.

"Last time Y/n was constantly being called over and over again, was when his co-worker continued to threaten him for money," Marco stated turning to Pieck.

Bertholdt crutched his fist, "They've finally had enough of Y/n saying no and came here. They injured him and called him so many things."

"What did you guys do about that?" Pieck whispered out.

Marco and Bertholdt turn away to look at the phone, "Nothing," Marco said, "We did nothing. We were all frozen in place, in shock that someone as kind as Y/n was being treated as trash. We were only lucky that our old captains, Hange, Erwin, and Levi, stepped in and scared them off."

Pieck looked at the phone that had a badly cracked screen. Y/n had people that hate him? But he took such good care of them all that it was almost impossible for people to not think that he was, at least, a good person.

The strange trio stayed quiet, the sound of the ticking clock on the wall was only heard. However, that silence was broken when Y/n's phone started to ring again. The sudden sound startled all of the trio.

After standing still from shock, the ringing had stopped, but Y/n's screen was still lit up. Pieck took a step closer to the phone to see what it said on the screen. Bertholdt and Marco following hesitantly behind her.

Voicemail from Mother

The trio looked at one another once more before turning back to the phone. Pieck picked up the almost destroyed phone and held it in her hand. The boys gathered around the phone to see what the else the screen said.

36 Voicemails from Mother

55 Missed Calls from Mother

34 Voicemails from Father

61 Missed Calls from Father

2 Missed Calls from Kai

The trio's eyes widened at the amount of missed calls and voicemails that Y/n had still yet to open and call back. The amount of absurd, and to think that Y/n had to sit through all of them to play out. It's a wonder on how Y/n didn't snap later.

Bertholdt and Marco stared at the name 'mother' for a bit longer. Their eyes were widened with slight horror and fear at the memory of how Y/n's mother acted like to her son and to Hange. Pieck seemed to have noticed the look at the boys' faces.

"Did she..." Pieck trailed off.

"Hitting, and yelling," Bertholdt answered, "All of it."

Pieck's eyes widened in horror.

"Not only that, but we don't know how bad the father would be," Marco stated as he started to pick at the skin on his fingers with his mouth, "All that we know it's that he could probably be just as bad as his mother..."

Pieck could only nod with shocked eyes. Someone's own parents beating and abusing them, Pieck almost didn't want to believe it. She whole heartly thought that parent abuse was only in her old world, not in this one. But I guess, not everything can be nice.

"I saw how Y/n worked his phone," Bertholdt said as he scrolled down the voicemails, text messages, and missed calls, "If I press this, then-"

Bertholdt pressed on one of the voicemails that Y/n's mother had left him. The screen loaded for a moment before a line showed up saying how long the recording was. It was still loading before the yells of a screaming woman made the trio flinch.

"PICK UP YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW, Y/N L/N!" M/n's voice could be heard through the phone, "I am not playing these silly little games with you!! You will pick up your phone for your mother, or God will help me get to you!! UGH!! HOW USELESS DO YOU HAVE TO BE?!!?"

The recording cut off, finally ending the whininess and loudness of the woman. Pieck's hand seemed to shake a bit after hearing the yelling. It reminded her of the harsh training she had to go through to be a warrior.

Bertholdt pressed on another voicemail.

M/n's voice continued, "I should've let you died!! I should've never wasted my money on you!! If I would've known that you were going to be THIS USELESS, I would've aborted you long ago!! You mistake!! You nobody!! YOU IGNORANT PEICE OF SHIT!!"

Marco almost didn't want to listen to more. But he knew that his curiosity will always get the better of him. He had small tears in his eyes as he bit down on his hand in prevent a cry of sadness to escape.

Bertholdt, although hesitant, press on one last one.

"Y/n please answer your phone!!" A new male voice spoke up, sounding like he was almost on the brink of tears, "I didn't raise you to be this way! I al-always treated you with love, my son! Please, all I ask is for you to return my love! You are my son!! My dear son!! Please answer! I don't want my work of raising you to go to waste!!"

Y/n's father. That was F/n L/n. The trio's eyes widened after hearing the voice of Y/n's father. It was all of their first time ever hearing it, and needless to say, they were shocked to hear it. Usually, it would be the father to be the violent one, but it seemed like the father was the emotional one.

"Guilt," Pieck muttered, "He's trying to guilt trip Y/n."

"His whole family is messed up in the head," Marco whispered to himself.

"Y/n..." Bertholdt murmured, "We... We have to tell the others."

"What?" Pieck and Marco both questioned as they looked up at Bertholdt.

Bertholdt, with eyes that held horror and worry, "We have to tell the others. We have to tell them what's going on. That way everyone will know how to help Y/n when the time comes."

Marco's eyes widened with Pieck's, "That's right," Marco whispered, "They might come here. I remember. Y/n's break down, he said that they both might come to his house because Hange interfered with Y/n's mother's abuse to Y/n."

"They're going to come here??" Pieck asked almost in a panic.

The trio were quick to turn and run to the living room, "It will be most likely to happen," Bertholdt said, "But we could be able to prevent Y/n to go into a panic state if we are all prepared for it. So, we have to tell the others, on matter what. This is for Y/n after all."

Marco nodded, "We can at least repay this much for all of the things that Y/n had done for us."

"Agreed," Pieck claimed with a determined look on her face, "It's for Y/n."

"Huh?" Jean questioned as the trio rushed into the living room where most of the others were watching TV, "What's got you three in a rush?"

Marco, Bertholdt, and Pieck panted slightly as they all had a worried look on their face. The look made everyone pay attention to them right away, some even sat up straight, alarmed seeing the trio like this.

Pieck held up the phone, showing off the voicemails and missed calls, "It's Y/n..."

The others furrowed their brows in concern. Some began to look at each other in fear and concern. Falco and Gabi gripped onto Reiner's and Zeke's pants in slight fear to what's about to happen.

Levi stood up from his seat on the couch, "Tell us everything," He demanded.

Marco, Berthold, and Pieck nodded, more than willing to share what they have just learned. They needed to do this. To protect Y/n, to make sure that he is okay. Every bit of the life was owed to Y/n because of the kindness he had shown them.

This was all for Y/n's sake.

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❝︎ EVERY CHILD DESERVES A PARENT, BUT NOT EVERY PARENT DESERVES A CHILD . ❞︎

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