The Pursuit of Happiness

33. The Pursuit of Happiness part 1

   Hello peeps! The following reading is very very dark. Please read at your own risk. This chapter using hurtful language. Please...don't hate me. Enjoy the reading!

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(Kevin)

"Hello, you have reached Eddward Marion Vincent. My sincerest apologies, however I am not able to get to the—"

"FUCK!" I screamed and chucked my phone clear across Eddy's living room. Not even the crashing contact between my phone and the wall gave me satisfaction.

*Why the fuck isn't he answering his phone?!?*

"What the hell is your problem shovel-chin?!?" That short prick screamed at me from the couch. I stormed over towards him with fists ready to punch his ugly ass face in.

"This is all your fault you short piece of shit!" I snarled.

"You think this my fucking fault??" He hissed. Eddy stood up and got close to me. His hands twitched with anticipation.

"Your dumb ass let him out of your sight!" I snapped. That's when I saw his hands ball up.

"If you would have kept your fucking red weenie in your pants, he would be here!" He screamed and pushed me. My rage began to bubble over and I shoved him back. Hard.

*Beating his ass might make me feel better*

"WHOA! You two need to chill!"

Nat stood between us before I could make the first blow. He looked between us, making sure he kept us at arms' length.

"Nat's right you guys. This is no time to be fighting." Nazz softly added. She was busying trying to console the big oaf, whose blubbering face was streaked with trails of snot and tears. She winced every time Ed wiped his nose on her rose pink sequin dress.

"Double D would be furious right now if he was here." Nat calmly stated.

"Especially at you Kev."

I growled, but eventually I unclenched my fists. Half-pint mumbled something and sat back down on the couch next to Nazz. I turned around and walked over to the plain wooden coffee table in the middle of the room, where that...photo laid there.

That fucking photo was taunting me, constantly reminding me that some sick pervert had watched us. As much as I don't want to admit it, shortstack was right. Edd didn't want to have sex in the library, but I was too fucking horny to care. I convinced him to do it and now he's gone because of it. Just thinking about it was making me mad all over again. This time at myself.

Suddenly, Eddy's and Ed's phone both started to ring, cutting through the thick silence that cloaked us. Eddy pulled out his phone at the same time as Ed. The look of surprise on Eddy's face had me curious. I walked over to where they were sitting.

"It's a message from sockhead!" He exclaimed. I immediately snatched the phone, ignoring the profanity-filled protests coming from the short dork.

"This is payback from that fucking photo dork" I read aloud.

I was confused as my eyes scanned over the message a few times. I could hear Ed whimper as he read the same message from his phone. Nazz was rubbing his back in comfort, but wore the same expression as me, as was Nat. Eddy snatched his phone back and looked over the message himself. His eyebrows, which were furrowed in confusion, now were scrunched up in what seemed like anger.