Warning: Rated high T, for thoughts of suicide, abuse, and other mature themes
Patricia
"I was abused as a child." He blurts out.
"Eddie..." I whisper knowing fully. I go over to him, and wrap my arms around him. "Come on, it's not your fault... You didn't deserve it... No one deserves it..." I comfort. He begins to break down.
"I don't get what I did wrong... My mom was always drunk, she got engaged to Bill... And- And-"
"Hey hey hey, calm down. You have to trust me and calm down, it's the best thing for you right now." I assure him. He takes a deep breath, stifles, and then begins to talk normally.
"I always thought about suicide... But then... I remembered that I had a dad in England... A real dad... So I took off one day..." He explains, while I rub his back. "And she never called... But frankly, I'm kind of happy she never did, ya know?" He says, a small smile.
"We'll just think of it this way: If you hadn't of come here, we wouldn't have met. Gotten together. Known each other at all." I whisper in his ear.
"I guess you're right..." He sighs.
"Now can I ask you something?" I say carefully.
"Have you told your dad, ever?" He looks down in his lap.
"No..."
"You need to tell him, Eddie!" I exclaim softly.
"I know... It's just... Just..."
"Calm..." I remind him.
"You're the first person I've ever told... And he wouldn't believe me anyways..." He mutters.
"Please?" I whine, pecking his lips. "For me?"
"Ugh... Fine..." He groans.
"Don't worry, I'll be coming with you." He smiles, taking my hand, intertwining our fingers.
Eddie
My palms sweated as I approached my dad's door. Patricia stood by my side. "You ready?" She asks.
"As I'll ever be..." I sigh. She grabs my hand, squeezes it, and knocks on the door.
"Enter!" My dads voice calls. We do as he says, carefully opening the door, and taking a seat in front of him. "Ah, Eddison. And Ms. Williamson... Please tell me you have not been up to trouble?" I roll my eyes.
"You always assume that, don't you?" I smirk.
"With you two, yes..." He says, and begins to laugh. "What is it you need?" I gulp.
"I-I... Uh..." I stutter.
" , Eddie here needs to tell you something. It's probably best you don't interrupt him... And yes... This is all the truth... Eddie?" Patricia begins for me.
"Dad... Mom...She..." I attempt. Patricia grabs my hand. "Mom used to abuse me."
"Eddison! This is not a joking matter!" My dad scolds.
"Exactly. You're right. I'm not joking. Mom became an alcoholic after you left, got engaged. Her and Bill would always abuse me. I found out about you one day, and came here." I finish.
"Eddison... I'm so sorry... This is all my fault... " he apologizes.
"No, dad, it's not..."
"You've never had a proper family, have you?" He asks.
"Actually, dad... I do now. Everyone here- their my family. I've grown to love them all. Some more than others." I smirk, turning to Patricia.
"Yes son, I do believe that. Why don't you two go, you can come back later to we can talk alone, okay? This matter will not go unsettled..." He mutters.
"Thanks dad."
"Anytime, Eddie." He smiles. Patricia and I leave.
"That went fairly well." I say.
"You really think so?" She smiles.
"Of course I do." I say, bringing my lips to hers.
Sorry if this is a crappy ending, not really sure how to end this... Kind of my first time writing non-major Peddie... What you think? Review please! :3