I like you-Double D X Oc Ed Edd n' Eddy REVERSED!

Ch. 10

This chapter is long over due I'm sorry T_T

But. I have no idea where this story is going anymore.

So.

Have some trash.

WARNING.
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS
SEXUAL-CONTENT.
(Somewhat) SELF HARM.
PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

~chichi
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The alarm rings as the clock hits nine o' clock. And Eddward yawns and sits upright on the small bed. He looks over at the small clock and slams his hand down on the button to shut it off.

Edd swings his legs off the edge and touches his carpeted floor with his socked feet. Then stretches his limbs in the most appropriate way.

She'll be here in a hour.

He peers his eyes over to the duffle bag laying by his closet. It didn't move one inch. He gives it a judgemental look which it gives him nothing in return, then the tall teen walks to the door and leaves his room. Yawning and cracking his neck along the way.

As he thumps down the hallway, nothing but his childhood memories flash in his mind. The memories of being alone, the memories of having wonderful--grades but no one to show them to, memories of being bullied, the memory of him punching a kid for the first time.

Everything. All of it flashed in his head as he stopped in mid-way on his way to the kitchen. He stopped near his parents bedroom.

"Mother and fathers room," he whispered to himself and started moving his socked toes towards the door. The oak door. The silver knob he never dared to touch let alone turn.

The room he never stepped in, until now.

The door creaked silently open as he clutched the knob tightly and peered around the room.

Just as he expected, it was a plain. And simple room. Nothing fancy, but nothing poor. Just.

"Perfect," Eddward purred with a cold tongue, then shut the door and exited out of the hallway. Entering into the kitchen and searching his phone for any miss texts or calls. From marshal oft course, it's not like anyone else would contact him.

He grunted when there was no messages or. ANYTHING. Then sat down on his couch and waited.

Waited for his little lovely to come to him. So he could tell her terrible news. Or not tell her at all.

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Kevin paced his bedroom and sits down at his desk. His heart pounding and brain searching for answers. Anything.

His cheek had eased down a little, but there was still pain. In both the wound, and his poor aching heart.

He kept glancing over at his phone. It was still sitting in the same exact spot he had left it the night he told marshal to leave him alone.

"You can't just text her now kevin, she doesn't want to speak to you after. That." He whispered to himself and laid down on his bed and whimpered.

His mother had stormed out of the house sometime earlier today, and hasn't been back since. But did it worry him? No. The only thing that worried him is if anyone will pay the bills.

He got up from his bed, and began pacing. One foot, over the other. For
Increasing the pace.

Is marshal alright? Kevin pondered in his head as his socked feet made the floor creak with every movement of his.