Eddie x Gaege ~ A killer?

Chapter 13: Story time

Eddie was staring right into my eyes, trying to get me to tell my story. "I-I don't think you're ready for it." I said, moving back a little, away from him. "You already kill people for a living, what else could be worse than that?" He stated, pulling out the kitchen chair and handing me a mug of hot chocolate, one he was making while speaking with his father. I took the mug gratefully and sat in the chair by the kitchen counter. "Alright, if you're sure." He pulled out a chair for himself and sat down beside me, nodding for me to start. "Okay, so we start way back to where I can remember. I'd always had a rough childhood." 

Gaege's pov: (When he was thirteen)

I was slowly walking home after the first day of high school, dreading coming back to the house. My friends were keeping me back after school for us all to get to know each other better and get each other's phone numbers, and I knew my father was going to kill me. Maybe literally, maybe figuratively. With each step I felt a sickening feeling growing deep in the stomach. I knew I should have kept to myself the whole day, not try to make friends. I eventually got to the house and felt my skin crawl when I heard his voice yelling at my mother through the front door. He was yelling at her about me. Cringing, I turned the knob to be faced with my mother's back facing me and my dad right in front of her. As soon as he saw me, he threw her to the side. Her body slammed into the corner of the table and laid gently on the floor. My eyes stared in shock and fear at her figure lying motionless against the ground. My father stormed towards me and grabbed my collar, bringing me face to face with him, lifting me off of the ground. "Where the fuck were you?!" He asked, his grip tightening making breathing a little more difficult. "P-project..." I stuttered out. I needed to lie, anything to get into less trouble. His eyes seemed to burn with anger, and he took a breath, then set me down slowly. His grip tightened and I knew he wasn't done. "I'll teach you a lesson, so you never come home later than three ever again." I wanted to say "But school ends at half past three" but shut myself up. If I spoke at all he would beat the shit out of me. His hand swung back, causing me to flinch intensely and collided with my right eye, sending a brain melting pain shooting through my head. He dropped me against the floor, and I covered my eye. My eyes squeezed shut and I felt my eyes water. I heard his steps walking away and waited for my mother to come over to me and comfort me to the best of her abilities. Tell me everything is going to be okay, and that we can get through this. But she didn't. I looked up and noticed she was lying motionless on the ground still. My heart fell in my chest, I can't live without her. I can't be stuck with my father alone. He will definitely kill me then. I quickly rushed to her side and saw a little bit of blood dripping from her lip. Just the thought that it wasn't her red lip gloss sent shivers through my body. She looked really pale. "M-mother?" I said, shaking her shoulders a little. Warm tears were streaming down my face as panic set in. I started sobbing, shaking her frantically while calling her name, causing my father to walk into the room. "What the fuck are you crying about you little shit?" He asked, walking right up to me. He looked down at her then into my eyes. "That bitch needed to go one day anyways." I felt a sudden anger I've never felt before start to form deep inside of me. My eyes furrowed and he gave me a pissed look. I stood up and threw my bag to the side. He scoffed. "You think a weak little twerp like you can take on your old man?" He got his fists ready, and I did the same. "You're about you get your fucking ass beat." He threatened me, trying to scare me from fighting him. Unfortunately for him, all the training he forced me to go through was going to be the end of him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, remembering all the abuse mother and I have been taking from him since day one. My anger fueled my actions as I ran at him, punching his face and he fell on the floor. I moved quickly climbing on top of him and grabbing his throat with both of my hands. My grip tightened and he grabbed my wrists, digging his nails into my skin. He dug them deep enough to cause my wrists to bleed. I ignored the pain and my grip just continued to get tighter and tighter until I heard a crack, and his hands went slack. I quickly backed off, hitting my back against the wall and looked down at my hands. They were shaking, intensely. His limp body was lying in front of me, and I began to cry again. I sat there for about five minutes before a couple of my father's workers walked in and saw me. I generally thought they were going to kill me for killing my boss. Their reactions were not expected. One guy looked at me relieved and nodded. He walked up to me and explained what was going to happen from now on. Basically, I had to take over my father's work. Me, Gaege Gibson, having to become a gang leader at the age of thirteen. I watched has my workers begin to clean up all the mess, removing my parent's bodies from the house. I quickly ran up to my mother's body and took her ring off, keeping it safe. My tears had stopped, and I felt numb. "You'll get used to it kid." One of my men said, patting my back. I didn't react and watched them leave my house.