after season seven

Chapter 33: Eddie

I follow after Christopher and find him sitting on the curb down the driveway outside of the house. He turns around when he hears my footsteps but quickly turns back around when he sees me.

"Chris." I say lightly as I lightly touch his shoulder and sit down beside him.

He shakes my hand off and continues to give me the silent treatment. My heart twists seeing him react to me like that.

"Please just let me explain-"

"No!" He shouts. "I'm tired of hearing your apologies all the time. That's why I went to Texas! So I could get away from this. I don't want to talk to you."

"Please, Christopher. I'm your father." I plead. But he stays silent. "At least get in the car so I can take you home."

Chris doesn't show any signs of hearing what I just said so I think he's ignoring me all together until he slowly stands up and waits for me to unlock the car.

I don't want to upset him anymore than I already have so I quickly unlock the car and open the back door for him to get in. Then I rush around the car to get in the driver's seat and rush to text Buck to let him know I'm leaving.

E: Sorry, I'm taking Chris home. Do you have a ride?

B: Yeah, I'll be fine. Is everything okay?

I don't have time to answer so I shove my phone in my pocket and pull off the street to get Chris home.

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We've been home for about 3 hours and Chris has still not spoken a word to me. After we arrived at the house, he went straight to his room and has been there ever since.

"Christopher. You have to come out to eat." I say trying to coax him out of his room but I get no response.

I sigh right as the doorbell rings. Assuming it's a package, I slowly walk to the door and open it, only to see Buck standing on the other side of the door.

"Hey. Can I come in?"

I wordlessly let him through the door and follow him as he goes to sit on my couch. I sit down beside him and put my head in my hands.

"He hasn't spoken to me since we left." I speak muffled into my hands.

"Maybe he just needs time to process everything."

"The last time I gave him time he called my parents and asked them to take him to El Paso. I can't let him do that again."

"Well, he wanted to come back. Maybe that's a sign that he won't want to leave again."

I finally look up at Buck and shake my head. "It's all my fault. He told me he doesn't want to be around me because I just keep fucking up!"

He reaches out and grabs both my hands. "It's not your fault, Eddie. You're human. I can go talk to him if you-"

My ears start ringing and I shake my head violently. "He's my son! Not yours! I don't want him running to you when he has a problem, he has to talk to me!" I didn't mean to yell but I already did and it's very evident on Buck's face that what I said destroyed him.

I regret it immediately and try to reach out for him but it's too late. Buck is off the couch and speeding out of my house with tears in his eyes and it's all my fault.

I can't even feel sorry for myself or the situation I am in because I am the only person who dug myself in this deep, and I don't know how to fix it.