A/N
Fair warning, pitchforks, blanket fort's and/or padded rooms are recommend for this chapter. Oh and maybe your choice of 'poison'. Read responsibly!
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Barbara Vincent looked at the redhead, her mind swarming. this can't be happening
"What d-do you mean?" She asked, afraid.
Kevin levelled a look at the woman. "I mean, Charles has been texting Edd for over a week! Sending him harassing messages and shit!" The hot headed jock was obviously pissed, but Mrs. Vincent saw the fear shining in his green eyes. She felt for the boy as she sat down next to them on the bed.
Holding out a shaking hand, she said "May I see the messages?"
Kevin looked at Edd. When the raventte shrugged unfeeling, he sighed and handed the phone over. Barbara's face seemed to go through every color known to man as she read the texts.
Dropping the phone on the bed, she pulled her son into a hug. Squeezing tight, she said, "I'm going to make this right, son. I know I've screwed up lately, actually most of your life, but I refuse to let him torment you any longer. Understand?" Releasing him, she put her hands on his shoulders and stared into the blue eyes that mirrored her own. Edd gave a weak nod before dropping his gaze.
Barbara gave her son one more quick hug before exiting the room. Blue eyes iced over with furry as she dialed her estranged ex-husband. Charles Vincent picked up after only a ring.
"What in God's name do you want bitch?"
"I want you to leave my son and I alone now, or else."
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Charles laughed as his stepson stormed out of the house.
"Good riddance!" He scoffed.
Barbara stopped in her tracks. She had been headed after the teens when her husband opened his stupid mouth, again. Turning on her heels, she whipped her hand back in pure hatred. A look of shock flashed across Charles's face as her hand made contact.
Looking at his wife in bitter amusement, he said, "Barbara, honey, is that all you've got?" His laugh broke the silence in a sickening way. She faltered slightly, but regained control quickly.
Staring at the man she once loved, she said, "you do not get to call me that any longer! We are through! I will not loose my son because of your bigotry!"
Anger seared through the man at her words. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. He was no longer in control. He saw red as his own hand swung back. He'd always been a bitter loser.
Metallic filled Barbara's mouth as her body reeled from a second blow. Her eyes focused just in time to catch the third one. Quickly, she stepped to the side. Charles was thrown off balance, and stumbled forward. Barbara took the opportunity and pushed him towards the door. Her voice never wavered as she spoke. "I think the time for you to leave is well overdue."
Her husband stared at her, eyes wide as she opened the door, picked up his bag and tossed it out. Crossing her arms, she said, "unless you want follow suit, I suggest you leave, now."
Charles Vincent was shell-shocked as he numbly walked out the door.
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Edd's mind felt broken as he stared blankly at his hands. He didn't feel pain or sorrow. He didn't feel anything. His ears picked up on Kevin's voice. The raventte desperately tried to focus on what his boyfriend was saying.
"Edd, are you listening?" Kevin asked, pleading.
"Yes." Came the weak reply.
Kevin fought back the lump in his throat as he tried to continue, "I know everything seems out of control right now, but, p-please let me in. I can't stand seeing you like this. Babe, please just-" he couldn't find the words.
Broken blue met desperate green
"I-I'm sorry Kevin." Edd said sadly. "I just don't know what to do anymore." Kevin's heart hurt as his boyfriend's voice cracked. why is it always him he thought as he grabbed Edd's hand and squeezed.
Tears threatened to fall as the redhead spoke, "you don't always have to know every answer, Edd. That's why you have friends and family to support you. We all love you and are here for you. You're not alone anymore." Kevin's small smile was met with an even smaller one from Edd.
it's a start
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Charles was still fuming as he drove around downtown. "Fuckin bitch!" He screamed as he punched the steering wheel. Coming to a stop light, he pulled out his phone. Dialing an old friend, he turned the corner.
"Charles! It's been awhile!" John Garrett said enthusiastically.
"Yea, hi"
"What's going on?" The judge knew something was up with his childhood friend.
"Barbara threw me out. Mind if I stay with you for a bit?"
John couldn't hide the shock from his voice as he said, "yeah of course."
Sighing in relief, Charles said "thanks, I owe you one." He ended the call and continued towards the elite part of town.
Pulling up to the Garrett house, Charles cut the engine and got out. The front door opened as he headed up the walk.
Judge John Garrett stared at his friend as he walked up. The man was pissed. "Come in, let's have a drink shall we?"
"Sounds great!"
A few minutes later the men were sitting in the living room, each nursing a scotch.
"So," John said, prodding, "what happened?"
Rage welled inside Charles's mind as he relayed the events. His friend looked at him in pure astonishment as he finished.
"She chose her faggot of a son over you?" The judge said, his anger welling up inside. "What the actual fuck?"
"Tell me about it." Charles said rolling his eyes. Taking a large swig of his scotch, he continued, "after all the years I've put up with her!"
John shook his head. "Eh karma will get them both in the end." Getting up to refill his own drink, he said, "who was the fairy hooking up with anyway?"
Charles scoffed and said, "Kevin Barr, if you believe that."
Judge Garrett nearly dropped his glass. "The peach creek qb?"
Charles eyed his friend, "yeah, why?"
Holding a finger up, John yelled out, "Mike! Get your ass out here!"
Inside his room, the teen cringed at his father's outburst. "Dammit," he swore quietly, "not again." Closing his computer, he headed to face the jackass he called a father.
Stopping in the hallway entrance, Mike said, "yeah dad, you called?"
"You bet your ass I did." The man said viciously. "Charles here just told me about Barr!"
Mike couldn't fathom what his dad was getting at. Tentatively he said, "Kevin? What about him." Mike had no issues with the rival quarterback, except beating him in nearly every game.
"He's a dam faggot! Did you know that?!"
Mike swayed on his feet slightly as he answered, "no I didn't."
The esteemed judge stared daggers into his son. "You better not fucking loose to a dam fairy anymore! You're no son of mine if you do!"
Mike stiffened at the words hurled at him. They were nothing he couldn't handle. as long as they stay only words putting on a mask of disgust his voice threatened to waver, "don't worry, I won't."
John nodded in approval, "good, if you do again so help me God, I'll send you off to live with your mother and the slut she calls a sister!"
"I understand." Was all the boy could manage.
Nodding again John waved him off saying, "good, now get your ass out of here."
Mike turned around, bidding the angry tears back.
After he left, John looked at his friend. "So," he said, "how bad did they look?"
"Who"
"Barr and your stepson."
Charles didn't know what the man was talking about. His face must have shown it. John continued, "how bad were they roughed up?"
Charles blinked, "now that you mention it, pretty bad. How'd you know?"
"Dammit, I was hoping it wouldn't be that bad."
What are you talking about?" Charles asked, quizacally.
Shrugging, the judge said simply, "it seems Nikolas Rainer got into a like disagreement with them."
Charles stared, deadpanned. "You don't mean Bob and Marge's son?"
"I do indeed."
"How in holy hell do they know each other?"
Finishing his second drink, John said, "eh, I guess Nikolas and Edd met at Cal-Tech."
"Oh." Charles said as John refilled both their glasses.
"Yea, looks just like him too." The judge said fondly.
"Who Nikolas?"
"Oh yea. Such a shame. Cut down in the prime of his life. Too bad that bitch he called a wife was such a whore."
"Yeah." Raising his glass in memory, Charles said, "to Bob! The best friend a guy could have!"
"Here, here!" John said, clinking his glass.
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Barbara cringed as the laugh came through the phone.
"And what do you plan to do about it, honey?"
Anger and resentment boiled over as Barbara spoke, "I will find you and there will be hell to pay!"
Charles scoffed. "Oh please do! If you have the balls, I'm staying with John Garrett."
Barbara's faced lost all color as the call ended.
END OF CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
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