~ Highschool Sweethearts ~ (An Errorink Fanfic ) {✔️}

Chapter 8: He's hiding something

Ink's P.O.V

I've been keeping up this whole lie for almost a whole month now and I hate it. I hate lying to my Mom about things because she always tells me the truth and all I tell her are complete lies. I don't think I can keep up this lie anymore, I think it may be best if I tell her and get the pain off my chest.

* Time skip to school*

I meet up with Error and for some reason, he had a scar going up to his forearm. When he saw me notice the scar he pulls his sleeve down to try and hide it.
" Error, hope you don't mind me asking, but, what happend to your arm?" I ask him with a worried tone while I held his hand in a caring manner. He sighed and looked me in the eyes.
" I just scratched my arm while playing football, nothing to be super worried ab-" I cut him off and then look like I'm on the verge of tears.
" I'm super worried, and I have every right to be worried about you!" I say, trying to not just plain old cry like a child. He hugs me and I embrace into his warm hug. The bell rings and we walk to class while holding hands.

Error's P.O.V

I can't believe I lied to someone that I should always be telling the truth to and someone I can trust. What actually happened to me was far worse...

*Flashback to last night*

As I come home from a very eventful day of school, I go upstairs to my room and sit there lazily and I completely forgot about my notes and how I had to have them written, so I ask in the group chat if anyone can spare me their notes. Killer gladly sends a photo of his notes. So for the past couple minutes, I was just copying down my notes into my notebook, thank Asgore I didn't forget it at school.
" Error, where are yea?" My mom shouts from downstairs. I jump a little and then open my creaky door.
" I'm Up HeRe In My RoOm MoM, " I say while poking my head out of my bedroom door if you could even call it a bedroom, it was more like a prison cell. All I had was a pretty old, rickety bed and a nightstand and a light hanging above my head. I had a feeling that she was going to start drinking, I mean, that's all she knows how to do.

" Error come down here RIGHT NOW!" She shouts and I get out of my room and walk downstairs, trying to calm myself down from glitching and causing my vision to go blurry and I fall downstairs.
Wouldn't that be funny if you fell down the stairs?

Yeah, it would be hilarious!

The voices say as I walk down the stairs.  I walk over to my mother who drowning herself in beer. I thought I could make her stop drinking by trying to say something.
" M-mAyBe YoU sHoUlD s-StOp D-d-DrInKiNg," I say with my voice glitching out. She puts her beer bottle down and gives me a death glare.
" Why *hic* can't you just mind your own damn *hic* business, you mistake of a child?" She says as she hiccups from consuming too much alcohol. It's time for me to stop this before this gets worse. I think to myself and the. I say something I instantly regret.
" Well I tHiNk YoU hAvE a DrInKiNg PrObLeM, aNd I tHiNk YoU sHoUlD sEeK hElP," I think I could have worded that so much better but I didn't think at that moment. She grabs a pair of scissors and cuts my arm and yells at me.
" GO BACK*hic* UP TO YOUR ROOM  *hic* RIGHT NOW!" She yells while pointing upstairs for me to head up those stairs and not to bother her an that's exactly what I did...

*End of Flashback*

I realize that I zoned out for most of the class, thank God we weren't doing anything that important, I hope. So I tried to follow along best I can, but failed horribly. I poke Ink and he looks at me with a confused look.
' What is it?' He mouths to me as he tries to not make it obvious that I'm "talking" to him.
' What are we going because I wasn't paying attention, like, at all' I mouth back to him. He does a little chuckle and then whispers to me very faintly,
" Nothing that important, it's just review for the students who weren't here yesterday to work on the paper". I nod my head and then to seem like I'm paying attention, which I wasn't, I think Ink's zoning out was wearing off on me.