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f i f t y - s i x t h ♂️

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I shouldn't have left Asher's house so quickly, and should have spared more time waiting. Maybe, I could just travel around the neighborhood for a bit before leaving. Had I been more patient, I wouldn't have to come across my father in front of the block, and wouldn't have to go back to the place I had dreaded the most. However, since I was a brainless idiot, here I was, lying on the passenger seat of my father's car, buckled up with the seatbelt.

I refused to interact further with him, so I leaned to the side of the door and closed my eye, pretending I was asleep. The silence hanging between the both of us was so heavy, that it my heart could feel the weight on top of it. Regardless, I could hear faint noises from the radio, playing some random music I didn't bother listening, and sounds of the car as it zoomed through the quiet streets.

"Christopher... would you like to eat anything?" For the first time since he got me into the car, Father finally said something. Well, more like a question that I would not rather answer, but my instincts made me shake my head in response. I was too tired to think straight now, so I didn't even care if I was answering him or not.

"Aren't you hungry?" I could feel the car made a sharp turn to the left, bringing my body along.

"No." I grumbled in a low voice.

"You haven't eaten anything since you went out of the house, haven't you?" He asked further, letting out a deep sigh. "Your mother told me that you skipped both breakfast and lunch altogether. What's worse, you even haven't had your dinner yet. If you don't eat anything, Ed, you're gonna be sick again."

"I had eaten some pizza, Father. I'm fine now." I grunted. I almost rolled my eye, but thanks to a sudden flashback that served as a warning, I prevented myself from doing so. Had I lost control over my stupid response, he would have slapped the shit out of me again.

Huh, that explained why I devoured every single slice of pizza that Asher had given me, despite how soggy and hard they were. It turned out that I haven't touched any food since I woke up this morning. I had ditched breakfast to see Raphael and let him to put an end to my life, and ditched lunch to... simply rot away.

Sadly, all of my plans all ended up failing. If I gave up today, the suffering will eventually multiply, and I will end up getting crushed. I have to find alternative ways as quickly as possible before I completely turned catatonic.

Whoever is trying to interfere with my plans... stop it, please.

"Pizza isn't going to make you full. Sure it does for now, but you'll be hungry later." Father continued protesting, while he braked at a red light. "Besides... how did you get the pizza? I mean, you abruptly left the house and left your wallet in your room, so I assume you had no money with you... which brings me to the next question: how did you manage to end up in Northbrook...?"

I was on the verge of telling him to quit with all of the interrogation. He was really asking me too much questions, which I should be expecting, but judging from what I had been doing, he should know that I was really tired to answer all of his question. It was to the point where I, once again, almost break the most important rule while being around Father.

While he had been staring down the road, his icy eyes sometimes peered at me, demanding for answers. Silence won't be an excellent response in this situation, so there was no choice but to say out something.

"...I met up with a friend while walking, and he offered me to go home with him." My voice was barely audible if I didn't force myself to speak louder. I have to keep this as simple and straight as possible then avoided "He happens to live in Northbrook, so that's why I was there. Also, he gave me some pizza to eat, so I'm fine."