Freaks// Eddie Munson Fanfic

Not Eddie

On the table was my little bag of Ketamine and the mushrooms I had that I didn't even take yet.

I'm not sure how they work. If there's like a certain time frame I'm supposed to take them by but I was hoping to work up the courage. Since those are more known for hallucinations which I wasn't exactly excited about.

I didn't have anything to say so I immediately went at her for snooping through my stuff.

"What, you've gone completely mental? You're looking through my drawers?" I ask lunging forward to grab it and she snatches it quickly from the table before I could get to it.

Normally I wouldn't care. Toss it. Flush it. I'll just get more I guess, but Rick has been MIA. I heard he was arrested but I think he split. I would ask Eddie what happen to him but.. can't really do that and he's the only person I would go to for that kind of stuff. So I'd have to find someone else and it's not like I'm going to go to Eddie for it.

"Give. Me. It."

She puts her cigarette out on her ashtray that's overflowing with them at this point.

"No. I am sick and tired of your attitude," she snaps at me standing up.

"You're sick of me," I scoff. "Well, I'm absolutely fed up with you," I bite back.

She just starts to shake her head.

"Look at you. What you've become. A disappointment," she spits causing me to bite down on my teeth. My jaw tense.
"Didn't I tell you before not to mess with this stuff?"

"You were talking about cigarettes," I say being a smartass.

"I was talking about all drugs!"

"Well, whatever. I paid for them so give them back."

"You want them back?" She asked in a challenging way.

I watched as she marches into the kitchen.

"W-What are you doing."

I follow swiftly behind her and she quickly dumps the powder down the sink and then the mushrooms before smashing them with the bottom of a plastic cup.

"No! What are you doing?!" I shout trying to stop her.

She turns to me with wild eyes and slaps me hard across the face.

I turn quickly back at her. Unfazed at this point.

"Your father would be so ashamed of you," she says in disbelief shaking her head.

I laugh. I start to laugh like a crazy person. Maybe I am. I don't know anymore but what I do know is that I'm tired.

"Please spare the stupid lecture about him being angry at me. Shocker.." I go with widen eyes at her. "He's not here. He's dead. He got cancer and died. So who the fuck cares?!"

I watch as her eyes swell with tears.

"God," I breathe out. "Please don't," I say looking away.

"What did I do?" She questions now in a soft tone.

I look at her as her hand is holding her up. As she's leaning on the counter and looking at the ground.

"I mean I don't understand what I did in my life to get a daughter as selfish and despicable as you," she says.

I felt like I was losing my mind. All she was focusing on was herself. Like she always does. Not even considering maybe she's the problem. She never does, she just loves to play the victim and wonder why I'm such a horrible person.