Short chapter...
If there was something Eddward Vincent had learned from his time of interaction with the ginger boy was that he needed to think before he said anything especially if it was about comforting of sorts for that was definitely not his forte. And as he laid his eyes on tear stained freckled face he reminded himself of this lesson, for the boy standing at his door step at 10 in the evening was fragile and it seemed that anything would break him if he wasn't careful with his words. It was only about two hours ago that the teen had left his house more cheery than he had ever seen him and now... Just what had happened to make the teen cry with such sadness?
"Kevin?..."
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YOU ABANDONED YOUR SON!"
Kevin stopped in his tracks and listened intently at the argument wondering if he should step in or leave the two to argue alone.
"YOU KNEW I WASN'T READY TO BE A MOTHER TOM! WHY WON'T YOU LET ME SEE HIM?"
"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO SEE HIM!"
"I WANT TO SEE HIM, HE'S MY SON!"
"NO! HE'S MY SON. IM THE ONE WHO RAISED HIM! IM THE ONE WHO HAS PROVIDED FOR HIM, THE ONE TO CARE FOR HIM!"
Kevin's eyes widened at the yell of a woman and he slowly approached carefully. He peeked around the corner and could make out a middle-aged woman. Before he knew it the women had made eye contact with him and her crying ceased for a moment before she began sobbing again "Oh my goodness…" she cried out covering her mouth with her hands "K-Kevin?"
Kevin turned to face his father for clarification but the man simply stood looking at the scene in pure horror "Dad, who is she?" he questioned feeling his heart pump a little harder and his breathing picking up speed.
"Kevin dear, I'm your mother"
…What... What did she say? He thought looking at the women like she was crazy "what are you talking about? My mom's dead"
"You told him I was dead" the women looked back to Kevin's father in utter disgust. "How dare you-"
"What did you want me to tell him? That his mother left him because she didn't want him?" The man bit back angrily. "Kevin get inside in the house"
The ginger boy stood with wide eyes staring at his father as his brain slowly processed the situation at hand. He was beginning to feel his entire body tremble and his heart beat a hundred times faster, it hurt. He saw the angered expression on his father's tired face which let him know that he had to obey the man, but his legs wouldn't move. He wanted to say something but he couldn't find his voice.
"Come with me honey" the woman spoke out as she grabbed Kevin by the arm gently.
Kevin ripped his arm away from the woman "I don't know who you are, my mother's dead" he stated once again. He took a step back away from the scene eyeing his father in confusion "Dad tell her she's crazy...y-you told me she's dead..." He choked out watching as his father's face was engulfed in conflict unable to say words.
"Kevin, please let me talk" the women looked at Kevin with a hurt expression "I'm here for you"
"You were never here when he needed a mother! Now you think you can just walk right into his life and claim that title?" Kevin's father roared from anger not daring to look at his son in the eyes.
"We were young Tom! I was flooded with family problems and having a baby was beyond overwhelming for me" she turned as her weeping returned once again. "I wouldn't have been able to be the mother our son deserved"
"You would have been able to get through it Liz...I would have been there for you every step of the way" Kevin father face turned grim his attention fully on his ex and forgotten little Kevin standing a few feet away "but you said it yourself the baby would only be a burden"
"TOM!" Lizzy yelled "I...I c-can't get pregnant again..." She sobbed as if her words broke her completely "I've tried, but I c-can't...Kevin is my only child" she turned to where the boy once stood only to realize that he no longer was there.
"KEVIN!" They both yelled hearing a roaring engine come to life.
It was at this point that Kevin panicked, unable to think thoroughly and chest aching painfully so. What the fuck had just happened? He still wasn't sure, the truth of the situation processed into his mind far too sluggishly and he rejected it utterly. He would not hide in his room for he would have to face hearing the two argue aloud and doing that was the last thing he wanted to do. Why had his father lied to him? Make him believe this woman was dead when she most definitely was not. Why had yet another person in his life lied to him again! Why the fuck was he so gullible? Why was it so easy for people to lie to his face? He was so sick and tired of it...so he rode off without a destination and just drove and drove until he reached a familiar white home.
He sat on his motorcycle a moment breathing heavily playing the scene back in his head and his father's words ringed in the back of his head "What did you want me to tell him? That his mother left him because she didn't want him?" A tear dropped down his freckled cheek leading the path for the rest to come tumbling down. How could a mother not want her child? How could she run away and leave him like that? Why had she not thought of the consequences, had she even had a clue what Kevin had felt like when he'd see his elementary school companions being kissed and hugged by their mothers? Or that he had to miss out on the biggest dance in elementary because it was a mother and child dance. Had she no clue of all the times he had wished to be engulfed in her tender embrace as he woke up from nightmares. Instead he'd get a pat on the head and told that men don't cry. So he had stopped crying in front of his father.
How could she call herself his mother?
How could he have been lied to again?
How could a parent not want their child?
He was unwanted...
He knocked rapidly on the white door and stood there waiting for a response unable to cease his crying. Quite honestly he wasn't very conscious of his actions at the moment all he knew was that he wanted to hide his pathetic state from the outside world and curl up. His breathing was beginning to ache, his body shivering despite the still warm temperature, and a headache was developing painfully fast. He wasn't fully aware that for some reason he had unconsciously made his way to the Raven haired teen until he met ocean eyes stare back at him in utter concern.
"Kevin?..."
He heard the other whisper out and all that little Kevin could do was stare back in silence unmindful that his tears flooded his face completely. He tried to say something up nothing would come out; words seemed to be stuck in his throat choking him. He was grabbed gently by the arm and taken inside to sit in the living room he knew so well. He stared forward and closed his eyes feeling his headache begin to pound against his skull.
"What happened? Are you hurt?" Eddward asked kneeling down in front of the boy as he observed for any injuries "Did Trevor come after you?"
He opened his eyes to stare at those wonderful crystal orbs, he shook his head lazily though his frown deepened. Shouldn't it had been his mother the one to ask him these questions? How many times had Kevin arrived home crying after a horrible day of getting physically and verbally crushed? Yet she wasn't there, never there. He had been deceived and made to believe that this woman was watching over him from the heavens above...she wasn't even doing that. Never a thought in mind of all the suffering her son was going through...imposed by the teen kneeling in front of him.
How ironic...
As he looked at the other he noticed the uncomfortable sate the other was in, as if he wasn't sure of what to do at the moment, the swimmers slender fingers lightly tugged at his pants. All the smaller teen wanted was to be enveloped in a reassuring embrace as he had been about a month ago. Had the Raven haired teen reached his arms out to him in the moment, Kevin would have submissively leaned in gratefully, Kevin would have sobbed harder and Kevin would have spilled all his anger out. Instead he tipped his hat a little to cover his face "I'm sorry...I-I don't even know w-why I'm here..." He mumbled standing up and rubbing his eyes.
The swimmer stood as the other did and stared down confused of what had hurt the ginger teen so much as to make him cry. "Kevin" he called out watching as the teen moved closer to the entrance.
"I should go...I'm sorry I bothered you" Kevin said, his head bowed down and shifting closer to the door.
Eddward noticed the trembling freckled hands, he noticed the fidgeting of his fingers on the rim of his hat, and he noticed the wild eyes that stared down onto nothing in particular. Something wasn't right that much was obvious to anyone, but the other wouldn't say. Why was he being so closed off? He reached to grab the teen by the arm pulling him away from the door "Kevin...tell me what happened" he breathed out calmly trying to soothe the little teen into talking.
Kevin inhaled and exhaled slowly trying to calm himself down but his headache was only worsening, pounding onto his skull trying to escape from its restriction. "...I'll talk to you tomorrow. I'm going home"
"I'd be stupid to let you drive at night in your state" Eddward gripped the arm a little tighter "It's a miracle you got here in one piece."
The ginger boy tried his best not to lean into the hold, but he couldn't help it "I'll be fine" he stated.
"Bullshit" Eddward was beginning to become a bit irritated that the teen was not telling him anything.
"I'm going" Kevin jerked his arm away
"No, you're not" Eddward reached behind Kevin to close the door, trapping the smaller teen between his body and the door "you're going to get yourself in a crash like this"
It was funny how he cared now, huh… like he disregarded the fact that 3 months ago Eddward didn't give a shit about if Kevin got home alive or dead "I don't fucking care! How many times do you think I rode my bike back home with a busted eye and sprained arm thanks to the likes of you and your fucking idiots?" Kevin stared back angrily now annoyed the swimmer wouldn't let him leave. God why had he thought it was a good idea to come here in the first place? Eddward wouldn't understand, actually he wouldn't probably care of his silly little family drama.
Eddward took his arm off the door, his eyebrows lowered and his expression darkened "why are you here then?"
Kevin stared back in silence unsure of what to say, why was he there? His breathing began to quicken and with an irritated huff he opened the door and left.
The swimmer leaned against the wall running a hand through his Raven locks feeling frustrated. Just what the hell did Kevin Barr want from him? He knew he shouldn't had let the ginger drive off but now he was to too angry and decided to let the teen do whatever the hell he wanted. The freckled boy was probably in a tantrum from whatever had caused his current state; he would be over it in the morning hopefully. Though Eddward couldn't help but feel a light pinch in his gut telling him that he should have forced the teen to stay and sleep his anger off. Just what had caused this to him?
...
Kevin far beyond frustrated drove at incredibly high speeds though the freeway going nowhere in particular. He decided that within an hour he would go home, hopefully by then he'd cool down. As he drove through the abandoned highway he felt his headache surging through his entire head, for an instant it was as if it was cutting of his oxygen. The cool, night air was no help at all instead it made him feel cold, it felt as if he was driving outside in the middle of winter. Why? It was freaking July? His fingers tingled, at times he would grip the handle too harsh and others too loose almost losing his balance and swaying dangerously. His breath quickened far too quickly periodically making the helmet become too suffocating. Once he couldn't handle it anymore he decided to go back home, praying to God the woman was gone and that his dad hadn't stayed up waiting for him.
He had decided to walk about a block before arriving to his neighborhood for various reasons. One, he was about to collapse from his severe headache that just wouldn't go away, two it was nearly eleven at night and three he didn't want his dad to hear him coming. When he arrived he saw that indeed the unfamiliar car was missing though the light from the kitchen was still on.
The boy debated heavily if he wanted to climb up the tree and enter his room through the window, though he knew he wouldn't be able to with his unsteady grip. So he prepared to make a run for it upstairs knowing his father must be in the living room waiting for his arrival. Kevin...well Kevin just wasn't ready to see his father at the moment, he didn't want any explanations, he didn't want any excuses, and he just didn't want to deal with anything. All he wanted was to sleep, he was awfully exhausted. Though, he knew he wouldn't get any with this headache, however, maybe if he took some painkillers it might go away...
He gripped his keys in hand and took a deep breath. Then rapidly opened the door and ran upstairs unaware if the man was there or not, unaware that his tired old man was sitting in the kitchen with a broken expression, unaware that his tired father was fighting his own necessity of letting out a tear.
As Kevin lay on his bed wide awake he tried to push every single thought, memory, idea out of his head and make space. His headache was beginning to really, really hurt him, some tears escapes his eyes. His entire body now shivering, and his stomach turning in on itself causing him to have nausea. He couldn't wait any longer, he had wanted to wait for his father to go to sleep so he could go to the restroom where the painkillers were, but his headache was too severe, it was making him nearly choke.
With a pounding heartbeat he tried to make his way to the bathroom as quietly as possible, though he knew he most likely was wobbling. He locked the bathroom door and immediately began his search for the painkillers. With a shaky hand and a semi-blurry vision he took out two bottles, and looked up at himself in the mirror. God, he looked awful, his face was sweaty even though he felt cold. He stared at his freckled face...it was so similar to that women's now that he observed closely, the freckles, eyes, the same slender jaw.
"What did you want me to tell him? That his mother left him because she didn't want him?"
"What did you want me to tell him? That his mother left him because she didn't want him?"
"Tell him? That his mother left him because she didn't want him?"
"His mother left him because she didn't want him?"
"His mother didn't want him?"
"She didn't want him"
He was unwanted by the women who had given birth to him...only coming back because she couldn't have others, had it not been for that fact she wouldn't have ever came back. Not ever, not to even find out how he'd been, if he was still well and happy, if he was still living and breathing...she didn't want him...she didn't want him...she didn't want him...she didn't want him she didn't want him she didn't want shedidntwanthimshedidntwanthimshedidntwanthim
She didn't want him
The room swayed and his chest was incapable of inhaling, a surge of fear and panic submerged his body like a tsunami. It was all hurting, his head, his chest, and eyes. It was all suffocating, the room, his clothes, and mind. It was all painful and suffocating and he couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe...he couldn't breathe
HE
COULDN'T
BREATHE
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