Chapter 4: Liar
When Red got home to find that dozens of dollars worth of beer was missing, he wasn't very pleased! He quickly realised Eric had thrown them out; after all he blamed everything on the booze now.
"ERIC, WHAT HAVE DONE WITH ALL THE ALCOHOL! IT COST ME A BOMB!"
Eric lay in bed pretending to be asleep. He heard the door creek open.
"Eric, get up" Red stated in his flat tone.
He decided to obey him and he slowly sat up to face him.
"What the hell did you do with all my beer"
The room was silent and Red was beginning to get frustrated. #
"I asked you a question!"
"...I, it's not good for you, it makes you act vi...violent!"
Red laughed, "Violent" he stopped laughing, "I'm not violent, I just have you to deal with"
Eric was shocked, there was that same face again, the one that gave him nightmares, the one that loved to see him hurt!
"Da...dad your not drunk are you?"
Red laughed again, but it wasn't a cheerful, happy laugh, it was a dark disturbing laugh, which sent shivers down Eric's spine.
"Eric, I just lost control the other night, I don't need to be drunk to discipline you!"
The blood drained from Eric's face, he was beginning to feel queasy.
"Bu...but you said you loved me!"
Red smiled slightly, "If you thought I didn't love you, if I hurt you deliberately, would you have told anyone about our little secret".
Eric fell silent.
"You see, you don't want to be taken away do you, never see your mother again, you don't want her to know how you abandoned her, when she wakes up! Do you?"
He paused.
"This is just our secret, Ok, other wise, well I don't think you really want to know..." He trailed off.
Eric was fighting off the tears that so desperately wanted to fall, just another reason to shed more tears. His father slumped slightly, staring at him. Suddenly he saw his fathers fist for a second, just a blur, as it came crashing down on him.
He thought he heard his father's voice mumble, "...and don't touch my stuff again!" just before darkness took over him!
When he awoke his whole body ached like hell again. He groaned as he got up, but the pain was too much and he just passed out again. Some time later he awoke again, this time being much more careful not to pass out. He reached up trying to grab something to keep him stable as he rose. Grabbing his side with his hand, he moaned with pain. His whole body felt like it had been torn apart. Somehow he got down the stairs and stumbled to the door.
"Where do ya think you're going?"
Eric tried to speak but it hurt to say a word.
"I....I..."
"Spit it out, boy!" he said getting frustrated.
"I'm go...going to the...hospital!"
It took all his energy just to say that one sentence.
"No you're not," his father stated coldly.
Eric looked at him pleading with his eyes; new tears had formed in them.
"It's too suspicious, and anyway you'll just have to deal with it, it's you're fault your like this, pathetic!"
"What about...school?"
"What...you don't think you're staying here tomorrow do you?"
"But I...I can hardly stand" he said, pure sadness taking over his face.
"Well, you did get jumped by a group of guys, that's to be expected!"
Eric felt like he would burst into tears any second. But he couldn't, he wouldn't let his father break him, he wasn't going to cry like a baby. He just sniffed and put on a brave face.
The next day, he left early for school, limping as he tried to go as fast he could. He left half an hour earlier than he usually would. This was for two reasons, a) He was trying to avoid Donna and b) He knew it would take him forever to actually get to school. He knew she'd come up to him in school. But he just wanted to avoid her as much as he possibly could. This wasn't like him, but he didn't Donna seeing him like this, and she might get suspicious.
Somehow he got to school just as the bell went. Stumbling through the corridors he finally came to his form room. Turning the knob he pushed himself inside. All eyes were on him as he dragged himself to a desk.
"Are you alright Eric?" asked his concerned teacher, Mrs. Brumewood.
"...Yer" he managed to mumble.
He hadn't got any sleep last night. The pain conflicted on him was unbearable and it kept him up all night. Staring into nothingness, his eyelids began to flutter, he yawned and rested his head in his arms.
"Eric Forman", "ERIC FORMAN!"
He must have fallen asleep. Someone nudged him slightly, their elbow slightly making contact with his ribs. He let out a startled cry and whole class turned to stare at him. Eric held back tears and told them he was just still sore from being jumped by some guys. The class already knew. Their teacher had already told them while Eric must have been asleep. But Ms. Brumewood thought it was very strange that he was in school, in such an appalling state.
"Eric, can I see you after the bell goes please?" she asked.
The bell went. Eric shuffled towards Ms. Brumewood's desk.
"Am I in trouble?" he asked sheepishly.
"Oh, no, I just wanted to know why you are in school, you don't look well enough to be here. Why didn't you stay home today?"
Eric thought for a second.
"Well, you know me, can't get enough of school!"
Ms. Brumewood smiled and told him he could go. Once again his humour had saved him. But he knew it couldn't save him from his so called father, if anything it would get him into more trouble!
He could see by the look on his teacher's face that she knew something wasn't right, but he just hoped that she wasn't suspicious. He slowly walked out of the door.
"ERIC"
He heard a familiar voice shout from down the corridor. It was Donna. He tried to pretend he couldn't hear her and get to his next class before she could reach up to him. But at the speed he was going she caught up with him in just a few seconds.
"Eric, didn't you hear me? Or."
She stopped talking when she saw the state he was in.
"Wha...what happened to you, Eric?" she asked, another concerned expression on her face.
"Well...I was jumped by these guys and..." Donna interrupted.
"Are you really telling me the truth Eric?"
Donna was staring into his eyes as he spoke again. "Donna...I...I lied to you...
Don't worry I'm working on the fifth chapter right now and it should be up before the weekend is over, it's just I have other stories, coursework, and homework and. Well I think you get my point! Please review this, please. thanx cya xxx
When Red got home to find that dozens of dollars worth of beer was missing, he wasn't very pleased! He quickly realised Eric had thrown them out; after all he blamed everything on the booze now.
"ERIC, WHAT HAVE DONE WITH ALL THE ALCOHOL! IT COST ME A BOMB!"
Eric lay in bed pretending to be asleep. He heard the door creek open.
"Eric, get up" Red stated in his flat tone.
He decided to obey him and he slowly sat up to face him.
"What the hell did you do with all my beer"
The room was silent and Red was beginning to get frustrated. #
"I asked you a question!"
"...I, it's not good for you, it makes you act vi...violent!"
Red laughed, "Violent" he stopped laughing, "I'm not violent, I just have you to deal with"
Eric was shocked, there was that same face again, the one that gave him nightmares, the one that loved to see him hurt!
"Da...dad your not drunk are you?"
Red laughed again, but it wasn't a cheerful, happy laugh, it was a dark disturbing laugh, which sent shivers down Eric's spine.
"Eric, I just lost control the other night, I don't need to be drunk to discipline you!"
The blood drained from Eric's face, he was beginning to feel queasy.
"Bu...but you said you loved me!"
Red smiled slightly, "If you thought I didn't love you, if I hurt you deliberately, would you have told anyone about our little secret".
Eric fell silent.
"You see, you don't want to be taken away do you, never see your mother again, you don't want her to know how you abandoned her, when she wakes up! Do you?"
He paused.
"This is just our secret, Ok, other wise, well I don't think you really want to know..." He trailed off.
Eric was fighting off the tears that so desperately wanted to fall, just another reason to shed more tears. His father slumped slightly, staring at him. Suddenly he saw his fathers fist for a second, just a blur, as it came crashing down on him.
He thought he heard his father's voice mumble, "...and don't touch my stuff again!" just before darkness took over him!
When he awoke his whole body ached like hell again. He groaned as he got up, but the pain was too much and he just passed out again. Some time later he awoke again, this time being much more careful not to pass out. He reached up trying to grab something to keep him stable as he rose. Grabbing his side with his hand, he moaned with pain. His whole body felt like it had been torn apart. Somehow he got down the stairs and stumbled to the door.
"Where do ya think you're going?"
Eric tried to speak but it hurt to say a word.
"I....I..."
"Spit it out, boy!" he said getting frustrated.
"I'm go...going to the...hospital!"
It took all his energy just to say that one sentence.
"No you're not," his father stated coldly.
Eric looked at him pleading with his eyes; new tears had formed in them.
"It's too suspicious, and anyway you'll just have to deal with it, it's you're fault your like this, pathetic!"
"What about...school?"
"What...you don't think you're staying here tomorrow do you?"
"But I...I can hardly stand" he said, pure sadness taking over his face.
"Well, you did get jumped by a group of guys, that's to be expected!"
Eric felt like he would burst into tears any second. But he couldn't, he wouldn't let his father break him, he wasn't going to cry like a baby. He just sniffed and put on a brave face.
The next day, he left early for school, limping as he tried to go as fast he could. He left half an hour earlier than he usually would. This was for two reasons, a) He was trying to avoid Donna and b) He knew it would take him forever to actually get to school. He knew she'd come up to him in school. But he just wanted to avoid her as much as he possibly could. This wasn't like him, but he didn't Donna seeing him like this, and she might get suspicious.
Somehow he got to school just as the bell went. Stumbling through the corridors he finally came to his form room. Turning the knob he pushed himself inside. All eyes were on him as he dragged himself to a desk.
"Are you alright Eric?" asked his concerned teacher, Mrs. Brumewood.
"...Yer" he managed to mumble.
He hadn't got any sleep last night. The pain conflicted on him was unbearable and it kept him up all night. Staring into nothingness, his eyelids began to flutter, he yawned and rested his head in his arms.
"Eric Forman", "ERIC FORMAN!"
He must have fallen asleep. Someone nudged him slightly, their elbow slightly making contact with his ribs. He let out a startled cry and whole class turned to stare at him. Eric held back tears and told them he was just still sore from being jumped by some guys. The class already knew. Their teacher had already told them while Eric must have been asleep. But Ms. Brumewood thought it was very strange that he was in school, in such an appalling state.
"Eric, can I see you after the bell goes please?" she asked.
The bell went. Eric shuffled towards Ms. Brumewood's desk.
"Am I in trouble?" he asked sheepishly.
"Oh, no, I just wanted to know why you are in school, you don't look well enough to be here. Why didn't you stay home today?"
Eric thought for a second.
"Well, you know me, can't get enough of school!"
Ms. Brumewood smiled and told him he could go. Once again his humour had saved him. But he knew it couldn't save him from his so called father, if anything it would get him into more trouble!
He could see by the look on his teacher's face that she knew something wasn't right, but he just hoped that she wasn't suspicious. He slowly walked out of the door.
"ERIC"
He heard a familiar voice shout from down the corridor. It was Donna. He tried to pretend he couldn't hear her and get to his next class before she could reach up to him. But at the speed he was going she caught up with him in just a few seconds.
"Eric, didn't you hear me? Or."
She stopped talking when she saw the state he was in.
"Wha...what happened to you, Eric?" she asked, another concerned expression on her face.
"Well...I was jumped by these guys and..." Donna interrupted.
"Are you really telling me the truth Eric?"
Donna was staring into his eyes as he spoke again. "Donna...I...I lied to you...
Don't worry I'm working on the fifth chapter right now and it should be up before the weekend is over, it's just I have other stories, coursework, and homework and. Well I think you get my point! Please review this, please. thanx cya xxx