I should have known....
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Trigger Warnings- attempted Murder, Hate, Anger, Giving up- knifes. please be careful if you can't handle dark writings.
                                                 

She knew better, something in her gut told her to not listen to the message and even after hearing it to just delete it. But people don’t understand Octivia at one point loved both her parents and saw nothing but good in them, until that faithful night causing her to notice who and what her mother was. The birth giver and nothing else. Her head tilted back when she weighed the choices she had in front of her. She missed her mother, even if the woman was a dreadful person and didn’t treat her like a daughter but some thing that came out of her.  That love does not just disappear over-night the heartbreak was so fresh, and she wanted to hear her mother’s side of the conversation she overheard of her mom and uncle. The princess played with her phone in her hand before taking a deep breath and plugging in the address her mother sent in the text where they wanted to me, it was a local café so it would have other people around.
Already in clothes, because she just helped Charlie with some hotel thing, to get someone to heaven, she forgot what this lesson was or exercise because her mind was still on the fact her mother reached out, she thought the woman would be happy Via was gone. But she sounded so sincere, maybe she can have both her parents again but not together never a couple again, but still have mom and daughter themed things. After talking it over with both Charlie and Vaggie, they both said to give her mother a chance, mainly because Char would do the same with her mother, who went missing for seven years.  The others at the hotel offered to go with her just in case, but the message said it needed to be just them, and she did not want to angry her mother when it looked like they would be reconnecting.

Pulling her jacket closer to her body, she walked out of the hotel, after giving her address and everything to Angel, Alastor and Charlie just in case she needed someone to come and get her or something happened, and she did not come back in the next two hours. But knew that even if it hit the hour and half mark, one of them would be checking on her either from text message or appearing since they all become overly protective of her.  She never felt so safe in her life, with all these sinners who were so different than herself and they all treated her so amazing, she almost felt loved like when she was younger from her father. But that was for another day to explore. The air was a bit chiller because in a way Hell had seasons, just not like on earth; for fall and winter it just got a bit chilly where spring and summer were hot as well hell. Her pink eyes blinked as she made her way to the café wondering how this conversation would go, she prepped on each situation that might happen in her mind until she made it to the door.

Her body tensed when she opened the door and saw no one was there, not even the workers, the hair on the back of her neck was sticking up. Something was off, but she could not back out now her mother spotted her and smiled brightly almost too much. Almost like she was shocked Via came, she slowly walked into the café trying to see if there was anyone else around, but she could not hear other heartbeats or sounds but her mother unless they found a way to hide. She made her way over to the table and sat down. “My little egg, I am glad you came, and we can talk” the blonde owl shifter she called her mother spoke, with out meaning to she flinched some at the call of ‘egg’ she knew that her mother never wanted her. She was not her little anything anymore, but was going to go with it, removing her headphones which she always wore to give Stella her complete attention.

“You wanted to talk about what happened that night I overheard you and uncle” her voice was soft, and stable she wanted to scream and ask why, but knew with her mother things could get ugly so fast. So being calm and trying to find a middle ground was what she wanted with both her parents, she loved them both so much. Well, she thought was love, maybe it was she loved the idea of her parents and how she saw them in her mind and not how they really were. The more she thought about it, her parents were not happy, and it was clear as day, but she had her head in the clouds. “I did! And you came, now we should just forget about what you heard and come back home to me, you know your father can not take care of you when he’s off fucking some imp” she waved her hand like it was nothing, Via slipped her headphones into her pocket and tilted her head trying to understand her mothers thinking, she could never just forget the fact her own mother and uncle were talking about killing her father and how because she was born the money would go to her and not Stella.

Her one hand moved to the table and leaned against it some, before taking a deep breath trying to control her anger and wanted to have this work out with her mother, she blinked her pink eyes once more before speaking. “How can I come home, when I can’t trust you to not try and kill my father or me?” her voice went a bit higher of her normal pitch and the feathers of her mothers face started to tense, and flicker which was a clear sign she was not liking how they conversation was going, she slowly stood and walked around putting her hand on Octivia’s shoulder before clawing her nails into her shirt and ripping into her skin making the younger owl make a whimper sound and her eyes started to water, she never felt real pain from another person before. “Why can you never fucking do as I say, you are just like your fucking father” Stella’s voice was cracking and turning into a high screech which she was known for and pulled Via right out of the chair and onto the ground with a loud slamming sound her eyes were closed trying to understand where it all went wrong.

“I can not believe you even thought I wanted to be your mother still, you the thing that reminds me of that fucking asshole of a husband who decided to fuck a imp.” Her mothers voice got louder and was hurting her ears, but she was still in shock and could not move, the sound of the bell on the door was in the background and she was dragged further into the café. Where was everyone, why were they alone in this place, her eyes slowly open to find her father knocked out in front of her. “D-ddaddy?” she said so low she didn’t even know Stella hurt and dug her nails even deeper into her shoulder blade. Blood was now leaking onto the top where she could see it, because her body shut down, she was numb. Her pink eyes looked up to see her uncle holding her father with a smile that sent shivers down her spine, her mother and uncle were going to kill them. Dread set in, because there is no where after you die in heaven or hell… you don’t exist anymore. “All you had to fucking do was agree and come home. We could have done this so much cleaner” Her mothers voice was right beside her ear.

A cold sharp feeling was against her neck, moving up to her cheek and she knew what it was a knife she was going to be murdered by her own mother. The sounds of Stolas waking up made her whimper louder then before. The picture was clear, her mother and uncle were going to kill her to break her father’s heart and the will to live, and from what it looked like beside her uncle was a folder of papers saying the money went to Stella if these two had died. “M-mom... I don’t understand?”  She gasped when her father finally was awake and saw his child, his Starfire in trouble. Ropes that held royals and could honestly hurt him, were wrapped around his arms and chest, so even if he could get to them, he was unable to help. “Stella, what are you doing with our daughter? If you wish to kill someone, kill me and leave her alone” he pleaded with her mother for what seemed forever, Via could not tell you she was so out of it. Her mind was trying to make her not think about it, she was reminding herself of good times and things she never done before.

The voices of her mother, uncle and father sounded so far away almost like she was under water, when the first hot feeling of being cut against her cheek and she let out a loud screech of pain, her whimpers were louder then before, and she could not hold back the panic attack that was boiling up inside her. Blood was all she saw, she was bleeding never did she think a royal could get hurt, we were immortal so to speak, so what blade was this.  The pain was nothing she ever felt before, even in her human form when she got the tattoos, that was a lovely pain because they gave beautiful pictures, this pain was of hatred and anger. The second cut was on her neck, it was deeper than the one on her cheek and she screamed blood murder it was so loud the whole building shook.  And the glass shattered some out and some in, all over the floor of the café, while her father was screaming at her mother and even tried to tell Via it was okay, but it was not.

Octivia knew she this was the end; she was going to die here and now from the hands of her mother all because she wanted the money from her father’s family line. All because, she had given a grandchild to the family, if Stolas had died, all the money would have gone to Via. The person who was meant to love and protect her, had a knife to her and was slowly cutting more and deeper to get her father to fold. Her eyes must have closed at some point from the pain, she opened them and saw all the emotions in her fathers’ eyes, and on his face.  The one that broke her, was he looked like he had failed her, which he never did. She failed him. “I—I love you daddy” she said before passing out from pain, panic attack and her body just giving out. The panic in her father’s voice she could still hear calling her name over and over… but she had no energy to speak and knew if she even tried, she couldn’t even say the words she wanted to say to him, like she was so sorry for doubting him and how much she wished all the horrible things she ever said to him back.

The last thing she remembered hearing the sound of a million screams over taking the café, which made her think of an old radio station, her eyes could tell the lights were taken out by the darkness that seeped into the building and the sounds of loud screeches and howls moved closer to where she was laying, where she felt small hands putting in her headphones and her soothing playlist started to play to drown out what was happening in the background, and for once she felt safe, in this chaos because she knew who it was. Alastor, he came looking for her, or might have been watching in the background and couldn’t strike just yet... with him you never know but he came for her, she would owe him everything.
Three days later:
The sound of someone talking, was what had the princess’s eyes open, and she let out a small whimper of being still in hell and alive, she sat up looking around the room it was the hotel room in which Charlie gave to her to call home. “I. I’m still here” she said with a horse voice, with a small smile on her lips when the door busted in, and her father came rushing into the room like his tail feathers were on fire. “Ohh, my Starfire you are awake!!!” He said with loud happy owl sounds almost like purring in a way, as he sat on the side of the bed taking her hand into hers. “I was so worried my Owelette” His eyes were watery, and she leaned in and nuzzled his cheek with her own, taking in her father’s scent and pulled him into a tight embrace. She knew at some point she would need to let go and shower, check out her scars since the cuts were that deep and find out what happened but for right now, she just wanted to be with her father, and feel the love she hadn’t felt in so long.

“I am sorry dad, I just was so upset and should never treated you so badly for finding a reason to be happy even if it was not with” she whimpered not even knowing what to call Stella anymore, and if she was even alive or did Alastor kill her, she almost didn’t even want to know. “Shh, its okay we will talk about this another time, right now you are to heal up” Her fathers words soothed her, and she nods, pulling away and wiped her eyes before speaking again. “Can... Can I come home?” she whispered almost too scared to ask, before she heard a small chuckle and a kiss on the side of her head. “You can come back home at any time, I would enjoy you back” he said as they just sat there taking in the fact, they were both alive and safe…...


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