Love is a drug - eddie munson x reader

Part 27

Warnings: alcohol and abuse

Okay so I feel like this chapter got a little bit out of hand with the abuse and that's why it took me a while to update. And srry for not updating, stuff just got out of hand at home and I've been rlly unmotivated. But I hope y'all enjoy.

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A few days had past and I felt numb, mentally and physically. I haven't eaten anything because I've felt too sick, I've been sleeping all the time and I haven't had any motivation to get changed, put on makeup or even go out anywhere. I missed Eddie.

I was sitting in bed, playing with my chipped black nail polish until I heard somebody stumble into my room. My mom toppled in whilst holding a glass of vodka. I felt uncomfortable and annoyed.

"Soo, Steve told me all about your little boy toy." She slurred. Wow thanks Steve.

I scoffed, "Yeah what the fuck about him?" I glared at her.

"Oh I was just getting a bit of...deja vu.." she leaned one hand on my desk next to me and stood unsteady.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That's what you do to everyone, little y/n. As soon as someone makes a mistake that you don't like, you dump all your trauma on them and then blame them for everything and act all innocent. Then eventually, everyone's supporting you."

"That's bullshit and you're drunk. You have no clue what you're saying." I stood up.

"Well I've been drunk my whole life and I know everything! That's the reason why you pushed me to the ground isn't it." She leaned backwards, glass in her hand.

"Please just go away."

"See you're doing it again. I've confronted you about what you're doing and you're now blaming it on me!"

"Just stop!"

"Im not surprised why Eddie punched you, or moved on to that cheerleader. He probably deserves better than you anyways." My fists were clenched and I was trying not to tear up. I knew everything she was saying were drunk words and bullshit but I couldn't help but take it to heart.

"And look at you're room," she spun around, still holding her glass, walking around and scanning my room unsteadily, "You don't think I know where you've got all this shit from?"

I just glared at her, I knew if I argued back then she'd just yell and hit me.

"Nobody forgot about your little shoplifting phase y/n." She swayed her finger along valuable items I had. "And behind all this stolen shit is probably where you hide everything else!" She started to throw things around my room. "You know, where you keep your drugs, blades and cash which you've probably stolen!" I started to tear up. What she was saying was true, but she was making this seem like all my fault.

She started laughing, taking sips from her glass. "Everyone's always been so accepting of you because you're the little misunderstood outcast," she started stepping towards me, "when In reality, you're the same and even worse than most of us! Just because we're honest and don't hide all our dirty secrets doesn't mean it's our fault. Everything is your fault y/n!" I felt a year roll down my cheek which I quickly wiped away. "You do drugs, steal, smoke, slit your wrists, kill yourself! Then you blame me for drinking and killing myself once, and Eddie for having anger issues and not being able to handle things properly." She was now standing right infront of my face. I could smell all the alcohol and smoke on her breath. "If people aren't as perfect as you want to be then you just throw them away like shit!" She yelled.

"Shut the fuck up that's not true!" I yelled.

"Really? Then look at this," she rolled up one of her sleeves to reveal an old scar from where she tried to kill herself that night. I looked up, my eyes watery, because i wanted anything but to be reminded of that night.