Freaks// Eddie Munson Fanfic

Maybe it's me

He drove me home and came inside with me. I could see the mood shift as he got inside.

I thanked him in the car for the present and he told me he noticed I needed new pencils.

"I would hurry before she gets here," I tell him with a crooked smile. "I mean...if you're trying to avoid her."

He just nods and heads to his room. He told me he was going to come and pick some more clothes up too.

Once he was done he set his bag down and sat next to me on the couch.

He sighs and looks at his hands.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"For what?"

"For not calling. Or coming to see you. I said I wouldn't leave you hanging and I kind of did..for a bit."

I sigh too and look at my nails.

"It's okay. I get why you didn't. You needed space. I'd probably do the same."

I turn to him and smile. He reciprocates it and pats my arm.

I try my best not to wince.

"What?" He questions.

"Nothing I just..I hurt my arm in p.e."

"Seniors still take p.e?" He questions.

"Uh-I said pe? I meant..art," I say stupidly.

He looks at me like I'm stupid and pulls my sleeve up. I don't push him away and he looks at my arm concerned.

I grab the sweater sleeve and pull it down.

"Did she do that to you?" He questions. His voice laced with concern.

I don't respond. I look at my hands and start picking at my cuticles.

I hear him sigh and toss his head back, laying back on the couch.

"Hey..this is nothing. Last week, she got mad at me for staying out long over work on Wednesday so she went into my room to take my Walkman and I followed her and she nearly slammed the door to keep me out and almost crush my fingers," I say with an amused smile like it's funny.

He looks at me in disbelief and my smile falls.

"That was supposed to be funny."

He sighs and I see a smile crack on his face.

"You're so weird."

I laugh and so does he. We just start laughing until his laugh subsides and he's just looking at me worried.

"I'm sorry I can't take you with me."

I arch my brows in confusion.

"You would take me?"

"If I could."

"What about mom?" I ask.

He instantly looks at me like I'm crazy.

"What about her?"

"I mean...we can't just leave her."

"Do you see what she did to you?" He asks.

"Well..I mean it could've been worse."

"Mary."

"I'm sure others have gone through worse."

"Marilyn," he says to me again frustrated.

"She's our mom," I say looking at him sternly.

He sighs..again. Probably the tenth time now. He looks away at his bag.