Freak Skater // Eddie Munson

Freaks of Nature

TW: Abusive theme.

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Y/N's POV:

I stop in my tracks, cold dread fills my chest. My father watches as I get off of my skateboard, and begin to walk towards him at a slow pace. I try not to look too scared, but that proved to be hard to do. My mother rushes out of the house, and quick envelopes me in a bone-crushing hug. When she pulls back, I can see the bruises on her face.

Mother pushes me into the house, father following close behind. I roll my eyes, and walk into the living room, before falling back onto the armchair in the corner of the room. Father winces as my mud coated running shoes hit his white rug, but says nothing regardless. I lift my feet up, feeling bad. "So. What's with the search party?"

Mother rolls her eyes, and wipes away an imaginary tear. "Don't be dramatic, y/n, we were just worried." She turns to my Father. "Weren't we, darling?" Father nods at her, but he looks livid. "Yes, we were, because you were hanging around with that Munson freak, weren't you?" I switch up my approach.
"And so what if I was? Also, how did you find out?"

Father gives me an incredulous look, and, by now, Mother is shedding buckets of imaginary tears. Rosemary prowls into the room by then proceeding to leap into Mother's arms. Mother begins to stroke her fur, and I scowl at the cat. What a traitor. "Oh, so you were at his house? Well I'm glad you admitted it, and Jason Carver supplied me and your mother with this information."

A wave of fury washes over me, and I curse myself for not remembering the friendship between Carver's parents and mine. When I don't respond, Father continues. "You are not to mingle with freaks of nature like Munson. Him and his entire family are problematic." He pauses to sneer. "Does he even have parents?" I wished the ground would swallow me while at that moment.

I had never actually seen any of Eddie's 'guardians' because, to think of it, it's not really any of my business. But, like every other rumour, I heard that he lives with his uncle. Like I'd ever tell my father that though. "I— I don't know. Just leave it alone, father, it doesn't even matter." Mother closes her eyes, her neatly manicured nails going to her face.

She turns to my Father. "Can you hear what they're saying? Our own precious child - an outcast! And a queer, everyone in our neighbourhood has been whispering about it! Oh, how will my reputation look after this!" I look away, annoyed and embarrassed, and Father gives a grave nod, as if being presented with deathly news.

"That kid is poisoning you, y/n, you must understand. I will not tolerate any disappointments under my roof. And get those filthy shoes off of my rug!" I ignore him, and set my feet onto the floor. Mother looks personally offended by this act, and she reaches forwards (Rosemary still in her arms) to refrain me, but stops short. She sniffs the air around me, before assuming a look of horror.

She sniffs again. "Is that..." She drops Rosemary, and the cat hisses, before dashing off elsewhere. "Is that cocaine?" Mother gives a short shriek, stumbling away from me. Father glances at her. "Whatever are you talking about, our child doesn't even know what drugs are!" He clamps his mouth shut for a moment, and I could basically hear the cogs turning in his oversized head.

"Unless...unless that Munson freak drugged you?
y/n, I want the complete truth. Did you, or did you not, do drugs with Edward Munson?"
The room is tense and silent as Mother and Father wait for my answer, and I'm looking from person to person, my brain feeling like it's been filled with wool. I don't respond - I don't feel like I could anyways, even if I wanted to.

It's not about me anymore, it's about Eddie, and making sure he doesn't get arrested for something he tried stopping me from doing. I feel horrible - wishing that I had just declined his invitation. Suddenly, the telephone rang. Mother turns her head, and scampers off to answer it. When she comes back, she looks shaken up. Father steps in before I can even register anything.

"Who was it? Someone from work?" Mother shakes her head. "No." She turns to glare at me. "It was Munson. Eddie Munson, in fact, and he was 'checking to see if you're ok.' " She spits out the last bit, but I don't care. A warm feeling fills my chest. "He was checking to see if I'm ok?" I immediately regret the way I said it.

Father laughs at me, a nasty look on his face. He walks over to the side of the armchair, and grabs my skateboard. My eyes widen, and I sit still, seemingly paralysed, as he smashes it against the centre table. I watch him do so, willing myself not to cry. "That," father heaves, the pieces of my poor, beloved skateboard still in his hands, "Is for your unruly behaviour."

I take a deep breath, reach down, and untie the laces of my running shoes. I pick them up, using both hands, and throw them at my father's face, using full force. He gives a surprised grunt, then an angry roar. I dash out of his way, wild excitement pumping through me. I reach my bedroom, and lock the door behind me.

From downstairs, I hear my Mother attempting to console my Father. He is not taking it well. "That's it. We'll admit y/n to a correctional camp, it's the only way they'll fix themselves." Mother audibly gasps. "Are you sure? I mean, what would Judy say—"
"Oh, forget about Judy! I don't care about your damn sister, if our child continues to make the wrong choices, we will ship them out."

I guess that's how I know I'm on thin ice. God, I know Hawkins is a shitty little town, but staying there is better than getting sent to a correctional camp.