The Love of a Silent Star
Founded Blood
Chapter Twelve
Alphonse's P.O.V
I studied my mom and Edward for a few days and I noticed the tension between them seemed to edge off some. I know she knew about Edward's and my relationship but she said nothing about it, which was a relief.
Sometimes when I would dream, I would believe that we all were at peace with each other, that Edward was a normal little boy that loved to be hugged and kissed and I dreamed that my parents were very happy, not a tear or a scream among them.
I found out that Edward had cut my father off from their sexual activities and for that I was grateful. But my dad started to get a different look in his eye when he was around Edward. Edward never seems to take notice though. He had a look of longing in his eyes. And I knew that it was a longing for Edward, fore I had that exact same look after Edward had fucked me.
I noticed my father managed to control his actions, toward Edward and didn't touch him but it looked like it took all of his will to do so.
That day though me and my mom went to a friends house to go to the mall and when we got home the house had a sort of eerie feeling to it. Now ever since Edward got here, the house had plenty of tension, but it seemed like something had happened, like a gray mass surrounded the house and penetrated it.
It sent shivers up my spine. I helped my mother with the bags and we gave each other silent gazes as I quietly went to Edward's room. I looked at my father's door and I saw it open a crack. What freaked me out the most when I saw my dad watching me through the crack. I saw an insane look in his eye before he slammed the door shut.
I stood there for about a minute before rushing to Edward's room. I silently opened the door letting the light flood in.
I was surprised to see Edward sitting on his bed pulling his blood soaked pants from his legs. His hair was loose and blood slowly poured from a wound on his forehead to slide down his face, over his eyes and down his nose, slowly dripping from his chin. His shirt was on the other side of the room, ripped. His skin had many bloody and long scratch marks. Blood was dripping down his thighs and onto the floor, to join an already large puddle of crimson blood.
He also had a split lip and he was spitting blood and white crap out of his mouth into the nearby trash can.
"Edward…what happened?"
"Shut up and get me a cigarette."
"Hell with the cigarette, you need a doctor."
He looked at me and I swear his eyes went straight through me. Nothing was in them, the color looked like it was fading away to nothing, there was no shine in his eyes, and it was like he was already dead, a living dead child.
I became afraid so I grabbed cigarettes from the corner desk, feeling his eyes on me as I tried to get the cigarette out of the case. My hands were shaking and him watching me did nothing to calm my nerves. After finally getting one good cigarette out, I went over and put it into his mouth, trying several times to light it. His eyes still looked at me, as some blood dripped on my hands; I knew that blood was on my shoes.
He puffed on the cigarette for a couple seconds before taking it out and drinking some water from a cup before spitting it out again in the trash can. I noticed that there were several bills on the bed side table; this made me feel mad and sad at the same time. I hated it so much when he allowed other people to fuck him, and also because I wanted no one else to have him but me. I felt sad because he let people do this to him.
"Who did this Edward?" I asked.
"Go to Hell." He retorted he was swaying slightly like a new tree in the wind. The cigarette dropped from his lips and the glass of water slipped through his hands and crashed to the floor, the shattered glass going all over the place. He fell to his side, head rolling to one side, his legs cracked under the weight that he had been leaning on, so he fell to the side off the bed, hitting his head on the table and landing half way on his back, arm out to the side, getting cut in the process by the glass.
The door opened since I had shut it after coming in. my mother stood there, her eyes taking in the scene and slowly widening at the realization that something terrible had happened while me and her were out. The next thing I know she screamed.