Eddie the Banished & Steve the Babysitter

Poor Eddie

Eddie's POV

I was interrupted from my guitar jam session by a figure standing at my door. It was about 7pm, I got off work at 5, stopped by family video to tease Stevie, then picked up a quick amount of cash. 

I put my guitar back on the wall and turned off the amp. “Hey Steve.” He gave me a small wave and sat down in my bed. “What’s your problem?” I chuckled standing in front of him. I grabbed his chin to look up at me but he smacked my wrist away. 

“Stevie~”

His eyebrows scrunched down and his mouth frowned. “Will you say something to me?” I asked, getting a little impatient. 

“Why do you do it? Is it really only for money?”

I was taken aback by what he said. I mean, I knew that he knew about the guys I bring home but I didn’t know he knew what it was for. Robin must’ve told him. 

“Steve, it’s just for money. My uncle needs help with the bills sometimes.”

“So you thought prostituting yourself was a good way to earn money?”

“Listen, if I’m good at something I might as well make a profit off of it. Besides, it’s only been blowjobs lately.”

Steve looked disgusted, this is why I didn’t want to tell him.

"Eddie, you are whoring yourself. Literally selling your body. Why are you making jokes?!"

"I make jokes about everything Steve. Why are you taking this so seriously?" 

He stood up, "Because this is a serious matter Eddie! I don't like the idea of you just putting your body out there, you're hurting yourself!" 

I took a step back, flabbergasted, "You don't like the idea?! Well I'm sorry not all of us can live in a mansion with rich parents Steve. Some of us have to fight and sacrifice just to get by!" 

He swung his fist into my jaw. This fucker. I wiped a bit of blood off of my mouth. My scars from Steve's dad had barely healed. "Look Steve, I'm sorry I hit a nerve." I tried to apologise. 

The door to my room swung open. My uncle stood there. "Is all of this true Steve?" My eyes widened. He knows now, dammit Steve. 

Steve slowly nodded, not even looking at me. "Wow Steve." 

He turned back to me, "I'm sorry Eds." 

My uncle walked up to me and held up his hand. He used the back of it and forcefully slapped me in the face. He hit me. My uncle has never hit me.

There was silence for a while. Steve and I were both shocked. My uncle sighed and started tearing up.

"Eddie, I think it's time I finally told you the truth about som'in." 

I looked at my uncle who gestured to me to follow him into his room. I reluctantly followed, glaring at Steve as I passed. My uncle brought me into his room where he gestured for me to sit on the bed. 

He took a deep breath and got down on the ground on the end of the bed. The chest. He grabbed a key from his ring in his pocket. He used it to unlock the chest and opened it. "Before your father went to prison. He would go out sometimes. He’d leave you, then 4 years-old, alone for hours. I'd have to come and getcha. While he was out he’d make..questionable decisions. Your father could barely hold a job so he turned to sex for money or drugs. While he was on those drugs…he did what he did.” He handed me a picture of my father holding me as a baby. It was dirty and blurry and of course in black and white. 

"Ed, I've let go. I haven't been watching you enough. I never wanted you to turn out like him. The weed thing is fine, I get it. But please, I need you to stop, it ain't worth it."