Another bomb dropping in this chapter! I hope you like it! :)
Disclaimer: If I owned, I woudn't have to write this story.
Rated: M for language and graphic sex.
The chapter is from a lyric from "Stairway to Heaven", by Led Zeppelin (the BEST BAND EVER)!
Eric and his mother stood awkwardly in their kitchen as Red walked out through the swinging door. Kitty walked towards the kitchen table and sat down, patting the chair next to her.
"Sit down, honey."
Eric took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen table where everyone had sat at one point or another. Where him and his five friends would eat dinner like brothers and sisters.
They really are a family.
Well, were.
Eric sat down.
Kitty clasped her hands together and looked at them. She didn't look mad, Eric suspected that feeling was scoured away a while ago.
She just looked really, really, sad.
"Eric." She kept her eyes down at her hands; she seemed deep in thought,
Eric wondered what she was thinking about.
She closed her eyes. "Eric, you...you have no idea how upset me and your father are."
Eric joined Kitty as he closed his eyes shut.
He knew. He knew he disappointed them. But he couldn't bear to look into his mother's eyes as she expressed the problems his actions had caused.
"I know, Mom."
Kitty remained silent. He didn't blame her.
Out of all the people, Eric guessed his mother took it the worst, other than Jackie, of course.
She loved him so much. So much. And she couldn't bear the pain and disappointment she felt for the boy that she raised and loved with all her heart.
She couldn't bear to accept the fact that her son would cause harm to someone else.
Tears began to trickle down his mother's face, as she looked at her hands in a daze. It was one of those expressionless forms of crying, where if the tears weren't falling, you wouldn't know anything was wrong. There was no expression on her face.
When he saw the tears, his eyes filled with the salty liquid as well.
But he swallowed hard and held them back. He didn't deserve any pity.
"Mom, mom." He placed his hand on Kitty's. He looked at her with begging eyes as she continued to look down. "Mom, please, listen to me. Look at me."
She raised her head slowly, her cheeks still wet with fresh tears. "Sweetheart, I..."
She squeezed her eyes tight again. The always cheerful mother who spent her days baking cookies just to see smiles on her children's faces was breaking down.
Why did he have to do this to her? What did she do wrong? She thought she raised her kids well.
She poured her heart into everything she did. She loved her kids with every part of her.
She would literally die for them.
So Kitty Forman couldn't help but wonder what caused Eric's values and morals to come crashing down.
Maybe she wasn't the mother she thought.
Eric squeezed her hand. She opened her eyes and looked into the baby blues.
They looked just like hers.
"Mom. I need you to know...I'm really sorry. I'm-I'm so sorry and-God!" He dropped his head down. He couldn't do this.
He couldn't take it anymore.
The guilt. The guilt that brewed after seeing anger in his father's eyes and disappointment in his mother's.
Why? Why did he have to do that?
Why did he have to hurt Jackie?
He promised himself, right then and there, that one day, he would do something for Jackie. He would do something and make sure she had the most perfect life in the world. He would buy her anything she wanted.
He just wanted her to be happy.
He wanted everyone to be happy.
He lifted his head up. "Mom. Please. Please, look at me."
She looked at him as fresh tears began their descent down the loving woman's face.
His voice wasn't steady, it was trembling. But he choked out everything he wanted his mother to know.
"I promise you. I promise you, I'll make up for everything one day. I...I don't know how, but I will, okay? I promise."
He took a deep breath.
"And, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did to her. I'm sorry that I caused so much bad stuff. I'm sorry that Dad won't ever look at me the same, and I'm sorry you can barely look at me at all. I'm sorry Donna's gone, and I'm sorry my best friends are strangers now. I'm sorry for everything." Tears ran down his face. He was no longer the man he used to be.
He knew it.
But he would try to be everything that everyone wanted him to be.
It was the best he could do.
Kitty gave Eric a sad smile. She lifted her hand and wiped his tears, before wiping her own. She placed her hand over Eric's hand, which was covering her other one.
"Don't you think you need to apologize to someone else?"
His breath faltered. He had hoped they wouldn't start getting into the specifics of the actual girl he had raped.
He couldn't look into his mother's eyes as he attempted to lie. "I, I really don't know where she is."
Kitty's smile faded as and her face turned grim. "Eric, you and I both know she's somewhere in this house."
Eric looked at his mother in shock.
"H-how do you know?"
Kitty examined her son. He was a man, and yet still her little boy.
"Jackie told me. Just yesterday."
Extreme sadness surged through him. He couldn't stay in Point Place now. He was so ashamed.
He could have died then and there.
Where had he gone in his life? What had happened to him? Over the course of a year he had lost his girlfriend, raped his friend, and lost his parents' faith.
He couldn't take it anymore.
The guilt, the anger, the shock. It was so overwhelming.
Not being able to look at his mother, he closed his eyes.
"Does Dad know?"
Kitty licked her lips. "Not yet, honey."
He nodded, understanding that he would have to know. He never thought his parents' disappointment could get any worse.
But he knew it had.
"Mom," Eric could barely call her that now. "Are-are you gonna tell?"
Kitty closed her eyes.
"I don't know, Eric."
She smiled, remembering her conversation with Jackie this morning, consisting of the brunette begging her not to tell.
After everything.
And how could she tell on her own son, the boy she loved, the boy she helped create, and watch him rot for the rest of his life?
But some things had to be done.
July 22, 1980: Point Place, Wisconsin
He gently pushed the beautiful girl on the bed, kissing her smooth, silky skin. They fumbled and thrashed as they attempted to rid each other of their clothes that imposed a much hated barrier. Her moans were thick in the air as she reached for the man's curly locks and pulled his head towards her own, moving her lips sensually against his.
"Let's get these clothes off, huh?"
She smiled as he began to unclasp her bra and throw it across the room. He took her in. She was beautiful.
Wasting no time, he charged for her velvety breasts, kissing the sensitive skin before enclosing her red nipples in his hot mouth.
Her head was thrown back into the pillow, as she enjoyed the sensations his tongue was giving her.
The heat between her legs was growing, and she grew impatient. "Fuck me. Now."
He smiled as he withdrew his lips from her breasts. "Someone's a little eager, eh?"
"Just get to it, loverboy."
He unbuckled his belt and threw it among the rest of their clothes. He quickly shimmied out of his extremely tight jeans, stopping for a moment to steal another wet kiss from her.
He pulled her pink panties off, and threw them on his dresser. As she gave him a questioning look, he smiled. "Don't ask."
He quickly placed his hard penis at the tip of her entrance, teasing her and himself.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Now! Do it!"
"Nope. Someone has to be a little nicer."
She grimaced in agony. "Fuck me please, Mr. Hyde?"
"There ya go." He thrust into her with a large amount of force, causing her hips to involuntarily buck.
He started slow and took his time, wanting to hold off his release.
"Harder. Please." She was begging. "Please just fuck me."
She began to move his hips against him, trying to pick up the pace.
He grabbed her hips and pounded the inside of her.
"Fuck." He said, enjoying the sensations the sex was giving him.
"Yes! Oh God, right there, baby, yes. Don't stop. Don't stop."
As if he could go any faster, he quickened up even more, going at an extremely fast pace. "Goddamn it!"
She closed her eyes as she sensed her release coming. "I love it! I'm gonna cum! God, yes! I'm gonna cum!"
"I'm right behind you baby."
"Yes! God...! Yes!" She bucked her hips as her orgasm hit her like a shock wave, pulsing through her whole body.
Hyde soon followed, as he rode through the intense release.
After calming down, he pulled out and fell beside her, exhausted.
He looked to her. Guilt surged through him. He didn't love her.
He sighed. "We can't do this ever again, Donna."
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Enjoy the rest of your weekend!
