Freaks// Eddie Munson Fanfic

Just the two of us

I sat for maybe an hour talking and telling him everything.

I was pretty glad we don't have to move around much because honestly, I'm a bit soar. I wasn't focusing on the pain too much because everyone was here and I didn't want to make it obvious that I was in pain or anything but damn. That's the price I pay for some good sex.

He didn't speak at all while I talked. He just listened carefully. The only time he spoke up was to ask if I'm okay now when I was telling him about my eating struggles.

I assured him that Zach has been helping me eat better and I think I'm doing pretty good.

He smiled at that.

I told Eddie about how she hits me and he didn't say anything. I admitted it to him and told him I didn't want him to see that.

To which he then started to stare at my arms.

"Are you done?" He finally asks as I just add details to his hair.

I nod and he gets up and walks over to me.

He sat next to me and looked shocked at my drawing.

"Jesus. That looks really realistic," he says making me blush for sure because my face is feeling a bit hot. "It's awesome," he says smiling.

"Why? Because it's you?" I tease and he rolls his eyes, shoving my head to the side a bit as he gets comfortable.

I decided to finally take a break and set it down.

He scoots closer and rests his head on my shoulder as he interlocks our fingers.

It's quiet but nice.

I smile because I'm so glad I'm with him.

He starts to play with my hand. Moving my arm until he brings his other one to it and runs his finger along it. I quickly realized he was touching and looking at my scars.

"They'll go away," I say confidently.

They're just little Knicks. She's left worse ones that have faded.

"I hope so," he says.

I lower my brows.

"Does it bother you?" I ask looking at him.

He's still staring at it. Running his finger over a mark my mother left with her nails.

"Yes. It's a reminder that she hits you and I hate it."

I run my hand over his hair.

"Well maybe you'll be happy to hear I have been standing up for myself a bit," I tell him.

He lifts his head and looks at me surprised.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean..probably not the brightest idea because it makes her angrier but you know. I still do it," I say with a smirk but he doesn't look happy.

"You shouldn't do that then," he says looking back now.

"Why?"

He turns to me with a frown.

"Well if you're making her even angrier she's more likely to hit you. Don't provoke her."

I sigh and look away.

I feel him bring his hand to my face and move my hair behind my ear.

"I got into a fight with her the night before," I tell him.

"Why?" He just asks and I turn to his curious face.

I smile at the thought.

"She uh.." I say looking at my hands. About to pick at them but he stops me.