Eddie the Banished & Steve the Babysitter

Are you drunk?..Again?

⚠️CW: USE OF THE F SLUR⚠️
Eddie's POV

We pulled to the side of the street across from Harrington's house. We didn't want to attract attention from pulling in the driveway. Robin walked beside me, pulling her jacket over her torso, "His parents are basically radioactive. His mom yells, his dad yells and beats. And you know Steve..."

"Can't win a fight for shit." I've had my fair share of shitty parents. I mean, my dad is in jail for killing my mom. I've saved a couple friends and boyfriends from abusive parents. Mainly because I was fucking them and their parents walked in. 

We walked up to his front door and heard yelling inside. "Robin, get Steve to the van."

Robin's POV
Eddie's been through this before. He beat up my dad until he left when my parents found out. We heard a very loud, "That faggot?!" It must've been Steve's dad. He's in for it. That's Eddie's trigger word. It sets him off into a cloud of rage. And just like that Eddie kicked the door with enough force to break it open. 

Eddie's POV 
This motherfuckers done for. The man looked at me and Steve turned around from his spot on the ground. His face was perfectly fine. I jerked my head backwards to signal for him to get out. "Oh? You mean this faggot?" I bounded toward him and punched him. I grabbed his throat and shoved him against the wall of the stairs. I held him there for a bit. He eventually punched me and I let go. I held my jaw for a moment and wiped the blood off of my mouth. 

"Have you been butt-fucking my son?! Giving him Aids?!" 

I smirked and turned back around, "Oh yeah! Everynight. He begs for it. He takes my monster cock so well." He ran for me and I punched his gut. He bent over and held it. He gave me a hard kick to my crotch. "Fuck!" I grabbed my dick and groaned. He got up and punched my gut so I fell to the ground. He kicked my stomach and chest. I felt my ribs holding on by a thread. I grabbed his ankle and flipped him down. I got up on top of him and started beating the ever living shit out of his face. I kept punching and punching him. He hurt Steve. He said those awful things to him. 

I felt like I was seeing flashbacks of Steve laughing and enjoying life all while I was beating him. He hurt that little angel. Not only did he kick him out. He had the audacity to beat and yell at his own son, someone he chose to bring into this world. I felt a pair of arms pull me away from him. Robin wrapped her arms around my chest and dragged me off of him. I flailed my arms, trying to get her off of me. I eventually accepted that she was pulling me. I let my body go limp and I flipped both of them off as I being dragged out of the broken door, "You're gonna wanna get this fixed"

Robin pulled me up so we could both run back to the van. Steve was hanging out of the back off it, his feet kicking like he was excited. Robin pushed his legs in and got in, closing the door behind her. I jumped in the front seat and quickly turned the key. I sped down the road when I heard a woman's voice yelling from the driveway. 

"Eddie." I heard him groan and saw him reach for Robin's face from my rearview mirror. "Not even close Dingus." She took his hand away. "You know how stupid you are going back there?"

"I thought they were out of town. Their car wasn't in the driveway."

"That was a stupid move regardless. You should've just stayed at Eddie's."

He grunted and turned over, "There'd be no room with all the guys he brings around." 

I turned around, "Is he drunk? Again?" She leaned down and smelled him, "Oh yeah."

I looked back at the road, "Robin, there should be some waters in a cooler towards the back. Try to sober him up." 

Robin went to the back of the van and opened the cooler. Steve got up from the floor and crawled over to the front seats. He climbed his way into the passenger's seat. I smiled at his clumsy drunk ass trying to get into the seat. "Steve." I said, nodding in his direction. He looked at me for a moment, just glancing between my lips and eyes.