ANOTHER BOOK OF BS INSTEAD OF SLEEP

Edge Has A Dysfunctional Family :(((

""Go to Hell."

"COME WITH ME.""

The table was quiet as always, despite the five people sitting around it. Holiday ate quickly, anxious to leave their presence soon. Fairy was lost in her own little innocent world, oblivious to the tension of the meal. Edge picked at the tiny portion of food on his plate, starving but terrified to take any more than he had. Their mother, Janna, had her head bowed in private concentration, worriedly studying both her second son and her husband. She could see that Asvaldur was tense, and feared for her child's safety.

"Edgar," the man said in an icy tone. She observed how violently Edge flinched at the name. She never called her son by his real name, understanding his intense dislike of it.

"Yes, Father?"

"Look at me when you address me," the man snapped.

Edge bit his lip, bowing his head. "I'm sorry, Father."

"I disapprove of this... boyfriend of yours. I didn't work so hard to get this far in life so that my useless son could be a little faggot with filthy sex viruses."

Holiday stood abruptly. "I'm going out."

No one said anything as he left.

Edge was furious. "I don't care what you think of him. You can't force him to break up with me."

"Is that so?"

Janna subtly shook her head, trying to warn Edge, but even she knew there was no stopping her husband at this point.

"You're scared of him!" Edge spat. "You can't lay a finger on me when he's around!"

Asvaldur gave him a grim, icy smile. "Come to the kitchen, Edgar."

Edge went pale and shook his head, pleas spilling from his mouth, but Asvaldur dragged him into the kitchen anyway.

The tears started flowing and Asvaldur slapped him hard across the face, enough to leave a bright red mark. He backed away, but it backfired as he was cornered. Asvaldur removed his belt and proceeded to beat the sobbing ginger relentlessly.

Edge covered his face with his hands, curling up to be as small as possible and letting his upper back take most of the damage. He was crying too hard to scream, and he knew he'd be punished more if he was too loud.

At one point Asvaldur dragged him to his feet, shoving him against the sink so he was leaning over it, and twisting his arm behind his back. As he was starting to get too loud for Asvaldur's liking, the man poured his mug of boiling coffee on his arm, making him scream.

With a disgusted expression, Asvaldur threw his son to the floor. "Out of my sight, you disgusting whore."

Edge limped to his room as quickly as possible, on the verge of passing out.

About half an hour later, he heard the door open softly and Janna tiptoed into the room. "God save your beautiful soul... My darling baby!" she started to cry as she embraced him.

Edge hugged her tightly.

He knew she couldn't do anything about her husband's behavior, and it was risky for her to show him any affection at all.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so weak..."

Edge shook his head. "Mother, I just need you to hold me." He rested his weight on her and she stroked his hair soothingly, softly singing a lullaby of hope for the future.