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Chapter 44

I fucking hate my life. School's such a bitch to me. I was literally bawling my eyes out a few minutes ago before writing this chapter. And as usual, it's shit, because I'm full of it. Updates are gonna be a bit slow, as I said before, because school 🤷.

- A

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The door wasn't completely closed since a foot was blocking the way. Edward sighed, urge to just sleep getting to him. "Please leave." As much as Edward wanted to beat this man up to a pulp, it wasn't going to change anything. The man was wearing a raincoat, and held a drenched umbrella. It pained Edward so much to see him right infront of him. The memories that he remembers very clearly just added even more pain to his heart.

After years and years, he decides to show up randomly at his place, as if he was some sort of guest, or did he expect Edward to welcome him with open arms? Edward was just fine, moping and feeling the numbness then he just has to be interrupted by the last person that he'd expect to see.

The brunette opens the door slightly to listen to him."Edward, please. Your brother, he's missing. Have you seen him?" That struck him with realization. So he wasn't there for him after all, and he was only looking for a certain twin of his.

"No. Now please leave if that's all you needed to know." As he went to close the door once more, a hand stopped him. "Please leave, Desmond." Edward told him sternly. "I said I don't know where Harry is, okay? Now go." His cold tone just matched the gloomy weather, and the rain seemingly started to dismiss itself slowly, but in the slowest pace there is.

"I want to talk to you. Edward, son —" at the mention of the name, Edward breath hitched, as he sucked up a deep inhale to remain calm. "I'm sure we don't." He answered.

"Please let me in. I'm not only here for Harry. I'm sorry, son, but please. I just want to talk to you." This man wasn't going to give up was he? Edward groaned quietly, opening the door widely so Des could enter his flat. The place probably looked more of like a cave since there were no lights shining or illuminating the room. Dark was the perfect word to describe it, and Edward didn't care if there was any mess laying around.

His father could suck it up and kiss his ass, because right now, his opinions weren't valid. Eleven years of not seeing him, the angry fire Edward felt inside of him was at the very edge of bursting into large flames, or exploding until he couldn't feel anything again. It may even burn him, but he's experienced that for many times that he's used to it.

Almost as if sometimes he felt painless. Even if it didn't seem like it, he was. He feels so worn out, and he hasn't had decent sleep, and the last time he did was two weeks ago with Zayn pulling him close in his warm, soft bed. Too bad he screwed up, and probably ruined everything for the both of them.

"On with it then." He's still holding this cold, dominant, and seemingly tough demeanor, but on the inside, he was practically torn into pieces, screaming at the man he once called his father, strings of curse words being held back by him as he bit his tongue.

"Look, Edward, I'm not here to cause any trouble —" Edward scoffed, chuckling dryly. "You already did when you decided to fucking come here.." he muttered, not trusting his voice.

"I know that you're mad at me, and I understand, alright? What I did —" Desmond started, but was cut off by his son for the millionth time this hour. "Yeah, pretty fucking great to leave your own flesh and blood for dead without any food, money, or water. Yeah, I don't think anyone would be happy about that being done to them." Edward snapped at him, tone steady.