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"I hope you're proud of yourself." Mr Sweet stated, in Eddie's room. Hands clasped tightly behind his back so that his son wouldn't see how much he was shaking, how much he was sweating. And he took a few seconds to look around…this was his sons room. And he could determine what was Eddie's and what was clearly Fabian's. So far he had gathered that Eddie liked rock music, gothic posters, a collection of obviously expensive leather jackets hanging in the wardrobe, on the back of the chair, at the edge of the bed. Ones that Eric hadn't bought him, in fact, he doubted if anything his son owned was bought by him. Sure he had sent gifts…but from what his ex-wife wrote to him in the letters…they were not received with love.
Ordinary boy shoes, trainers, sneakers, scattered around. But not messy, almost like…organised disarray. And it hurt him, hurt him to know that only now was he understanding his son.
"Thrilled." Eddie spat harshly, and he was taller than Eric now, looking over him, yet his blue eyes met his 'fathers' brighter ones…and he felt no love in that moment.
"You got what you wanted." Eric was holding in everything, he wanted to do nothing more than cry. He regretted everything, everything. He shouldn't have sent Eddie here…it was doing nothing for their relationship, he wanted them to be closer, he wanted them to be able to celebrate birthdays and Christmas…from the looks of things…that would never happen.
"Oh? Did I? What, is Victor turning the cellar into an arcade?" Eddie cried, holding everything in, trying his best not to raise his voice, for fear that he would really and truly hurt the man's feelings, afraid that he would leave a deep wound in his heart forever. Eric didn't smile, although somewhere in the back of his mind it registered to him that, his boy was witty. Smart, quick on his toes…and funny. And it was partially relief that he had done it one his own…and then sadness and more regret…that Eddie had done it without him.
"I'm sending you home," Eric's voice softened slightly. He didn't want to do this, it hurt him so much, it made his whole body ache and all his muscles feel as though he'd spent three years running without stop. This was his little boy…well his big boy…he wanted him to stay forever. He wanted to hug him…Oh what an old fool he felt like, what an old man he was. Old and stupid. As if he could get his sons love now. It was over, just like they had told him time and time again, it was over.
Eddie froze for a moment, looking at his head teacher in shock, total shock. Complete shock. Stunned. He had already started packing…but it was all for show…he didn't think that he would actually be sent away… Quickly Eddie tried to hide it, hide everything he was feeling, lock them away. A popular decision in Anubis House. "Of course you are! Can't wait to send me away! Well look!" Eddie stepped to the side, to show the black suit case on the bed, already half filled with clothes "One step ahead of you, Eric!"
"Why can't you call me-"
"Dad?!" Eddie yelled, finishing his sentence, trying not to notice how his dad's watery blue eyes looked sadder than he could ever remember. But that just fuelled his anger more, oh so his dad was sad now? Why wasn't he sad all those years ago when he was leaving his only son? "Why would I? You have never been a father to me! And you never will!" Eddie yelled, raising his voice louder than he ever had before, and in that second, he didn't care if the whole house heard, for one moment, he didn't care if the whole world knew. This was Eddison Sweetie, truly angry.
A tear did escape Mr Sweets eyes in that moment, a single tear, leaving a glistening trail along his cheek. And he turned, having nothing to say, nothing. He'd messed it up, his one chance with his son, his first and final hand slapped away. This was it, he'd done it. He'd blown it. The last straw had snapped.
Opening the wooden door seemed harder than it should have, heavier, slower, taking more time, almost as if the room itself didn't like the atmosphere, and Eric Sweet looked up, and his face flushed red, embarrassment and guilt filling his heart full to bursting. There in the doorway, stood Patricia Williamson.
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